Free Web NovelChapter 2206: Chapter 2207: Taiyi Emerges from Seclusion!
Defeated!
Mo Liang’s expression was unwilling, but this was indeed the truth. Although it looked like Jin Shanshun’s victory wasn’t easy, Mo Liang was indeed defeated.
Mo Liang stepped down from the stage, not staying for long, and left with a gloomy expression.
Jin Shanshun stood on the stage, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and didn’t immediately step down.
At this moment, people suddenly realized, wasn’t Jin Shanshun going to continue fighting?
"Wow, this intense? If you’re going to continue, I’m placing my bet on you again." A man who had previously bet on Jin Shanshun winning said confidently.
He casually turned around, addressing the man who had just placed two million Military Merit Points on the bet, and said, "No matter who fights him, I bet on... his opponent."
"Pfft..." Upon hearing this, the surrounding people almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Didn’t you just say you were going to bet on Jin Shanshun winning again? How did you change your mind so quickly, even faster than the weather?
The man chuckled, scratched his head, and explained to the crowd, "Do you think I’m stupid? He’s severely injured after defeating Mo Liang. How could he possibly win again?"
Upon hearing this, many nodded, thinking it made sense. Although Jin Shanshun defeated Mo Liang, surprising everyone, they also saw him win while coughing up blood. It was a pyrrhic victory. If Jin Shanshun stepped down now to recuperate and returned later, many would choose to bet on him. But the fact that Jin Shanshun was going to fight continuously made everyone hesitant to place bets.
Previously, Jin Shanshun barely won. It’s impossible for him to keep winning.
Jin Shanshun stood on the stage, waiting for other Saints to step up.
Actually, as Jin Shanshun continued to stay on the stage, some had the idea of taking advantage of his injury to defeat him now.
It was evident to everyone, at this moment, Jin Shanshun’s power had weakened by one-third. It was an opportune moment.
"Yan Muyu is going up!"
"It’s Yan Muyu! He’s definitely no weaker than Mo Liang. I must bet on Yan Muyu winning."
The man arranging the betting ground was eager to recover the millions of Military Merit Points lost earlier, shouting for everyone to place their bets.
Simultaneously, his gaze never left Qin Feng, hoping Qin Feng would bet again so he could defeat Qin Feng.
This time, many placed their bets on Yan Muyu. Although Jin Shanshun had just won, fewer people bet on him than the previous time.
Qin Feng looked at the man arranging the bets and said, "Are you taking two million?"
The man was delighted, thinking Qin Feng was giving him a chance to recover, and replied, "Are you planning to still bet on Jin Shanshun?"
"Of course," Qin Feng replied.
"Then I’ll take it."
"Do you have enough Military Merit Points? It wouldn’t be good if you can’t pay up."
Provoked by Qin Feng, the man swore, "If I default, may the heavens strike me with thunder. Now do you believe me?"
Qin Feng nodded with satisfaction and casually said, "That’s good, may that thunderbolt not appear before me easily."
The man arranging bets snorted, thinking to himself, "This time, I don’t believe you’ll win."
On the stage, Yan Muyu and Jin Shanshun exchanged respectful gestures before the fight began again.
The two exchanged moves, refusing to yield, like needles and wheat spikes in a standoff.
The spectators watched intently, hoping to spot who might edge out a victory.
After a series of intense exchanges, Jin Shanshun began to show signs of exhaustion, focusing on defense and evasion.
"Haha, he’s done for, out of energy."
"This time, I can finally bet correctly."
"Yan Muyu is no weaker than Mo Liang. Before Jin Shanshun started, it was unclear who would win between the two, but now, Yan Muyu has a significant advantage."
Those who bet on Yan Muyu’s victory were full of confidence, seeing hope.
Those who bet on Jin Shanshun’s victory were less spirited, but they believed Jin Shanshun might still work miracles and win another round.
After all, previously, so many doubted Jin Shanshun, but he won despite that.
On the stage, Jin Shanshun’s weakness grew more evident. Yan Muyu also thought he was about to win and felt excited inside.
However, when he attacked again, Jin Shanshun suddenly seemed invigorated, surprisingly erupting with energy.
Yan Muyu was somewhat bewildered, feeling the eerie aura from Jin Shanshun that made his skin crawl.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a series of collisions, Yan Muyu crashed into the energy barrier of the stage, falling heavily onto it.
Jin Shanshun staggered, finally unable to hold back and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Won again?
The spectators were stupefied; how was this possible? This scene was off. Wasn’t he exhausted just now? How did he suddenly come alive and then make a comeback?
Those who bet on Yan Muyu were dumbfounded too; wasn’t Jin Shanshun on the verge of defeat, how did he win again?
At this moment, the man who swore was especially devastated; Qin Feng had bet two million Military Merit Points this time.
The man was almost fainting; if it weren’t for the many people betting on Yan Muyu winning, he would have lost everything this time.
After winning consecutively twice, Jin Shanshun should step down this time, yet everyone waited long, but Jin Shanshun remained on the stage.
Holy hell, he’s continuing?
With people refusing to believe Jin Shanshun could keep winning, someone else stepped up, and the man arranging bets was also going all out—he had to defeat Qin Feng today.
A while later, the surroundings quieted again because Jin Shanshun won magically, of course, spitting out blood again in the last moments, appearing extremely weakened.
He continued to stand on the stage, so those who lost many Military Merit Points persisted in betting, insisting on betting for Jin Shanshun to lose once.
Yet again and again, Jin Shanshun’s strength seemed limitless, never defeated, causing many to feel like they’ve been fooled.
In reality, Jin Shanshun’s weakness was entirely a façade; his power was close to becoming a Supreme Saint, and if no Supreme Saints stepped up, no one was his match.
Qin Feng knew Jin Shanshun’s strength, which is why he bet without hesitation.
The two, relying on six or seven rounds of betting, swept up tens of millions of Military Merit Points, once more shaking the ancient city of Star River.
Having followed Ye Qiu for so long, they had long mastered Ye Qiu’s tactics, naturally wanting to win more Military Merit Points and putting on a full act. True to the saying, like master, like servants, they expertly earned a hefty sum.
Regarding Jin Shanshun getting back onto the stage, no ordinary Saints dared to act, nor did anyone place bets anymore. They figured out Jin Shanshun wasn’t weak at all, but extremely strong; anyone still betting against him surely has their brain malfunctioning.
For a time, due to continuous battles on the stage, Jin Shanshun’s reputation actually surpassed all those in the second echelon, closing in on the first-tier talents.
On this day, the Saint Heir of Taiyi emerged from seclusion, and someone informed him of Jin Shanshun and Qin Feng’s exploits.
"Once lowly jesters are now about to enter the first echelon?" The Saint Heir of Taiyi’s eyes glimmered. "Then I shall curb their arrogance and win all of their Military Merit Points myself."
Saying this, a smile appeared on Taiyi’s face.
