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Chapter 1775 - 1803: The Wager [2 Updates]
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Chapter 1775: Chapter 1803: The Wager [2 Updates]

Zhan Xue glared at Ye Feng: "Nine Levels of Battle Fist, even my father, the Clan Leader of the Zhan Clan, took a thousand years to master it. Our lineage from War God Mountain, the most talented people took hundreds of years to learn the Nine Levels of Battle Fist. You, a fool who couldn’t even leave a mark on the War God Platform in three days, wanting to learn the Nine Levels of Battle Fist, is simply a joke!"

However, Ye Feng was too lazy to explain further: "I said one month, then it’s one month, hurry up and leave, don’t disturb me!"

"Arrogant!" Zhan Xue was furious. If Ye Feng weren’t Xuan’s adoptive father and held the freedom of the Zhan People, Zhan Xue would have already rushed up to harshly teach Ye Feng a lesson, or even killed him outright.

Zhan Xue looked at Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, since you say you can learn the Nine Levels of Battle Fist in a month, why don’t we make a bet? If you win, I’ll give you this Dragon Rock Fruit, how about it?"

After saying this, Zhan Xue took out a crimson fruit. The fruit emitted a strong Origin Power from the heavens and earth.

"Oh?" Ye Feng’s eyes showed interest; it was actually a Holy Level Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.

One must know, the Spirit Martial Continent is far removed from its former state now, resources are already scarce, especially Holy Level Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, almost non-existent on the Spirit Martial Continent, extremely rare even in the Holy Land, rarer than the best Holy Artifacts.

Normally, the value of a Holy Level Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure is about the same as that of a Holy Artifact, but scarcity increases value. Now, Holy Level Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures are extremely rare here, rare across the Spirit Martial Continent.

And this Dragon Rock Fruit is exactly what I need. Zhan Xue saw Ye Feng’s eyes show interest and smiled: "How about it, Ye Feng? This is something I discovered more than a thousand years ago at War God Mountain, found on the corpse of a Holy Realm Expert. As long as you bet with me and win, I’ll give you this Dragon Rock Fruit, how about it?"

Ye Feng, at this moment, had a very stable foundation, his understanding of Dao was enough, only lacking accumulated power.

But for Ye Feng to break through now, he needs a large amount of Diaoist Crystals to accumulate power, but Ye Feng doesn’t have that many Diaoist Crystals, and this Dragon Rock Fruit can exactly replace Diaoist Crystals. If Ye Feng consumes it, he will certainly break through to the initial stage of Asking!

"Alright! I’ll bet with you. If within a month’s time I comprehend the Nine Levels of Battle Fist, the Dragon Rock Fruit is mine!" Ye Feng readily agreed, Zhan Xue looked at Ye Feng with a smug expression: "Aren’t you going to ask what you have to pay if you lose?"

"No need! I won’t lose!" Ye Feng said confidently, everyone was quite amazed, looking at Ye Feng as if he was a fool, wondering where Ye Feng got such confidence to say that.

Zhan Qing looked blankly at Ye Feng, then snapped back and quickly exclaimed: "Ye Feng, are you crazy? In three days, you couldn’t even leave a mark on the War God Platform! How are you supposed to comprehend the Nine Levels of Battle Fist in one month? Don’t agree with him!" Yet Zhan Xue said: "Zhan Qing, don’t interrupt, Ye Feng has already agreed!"

Then, Zhan Xue looked at Ye Feng: "Kid, let’s say, what happens if you lose?"

Ye Feng frowned, impatiently: "If I lose, do as you wish, I won’t go back on my word!"

"Good!" Zhan Xue’s eyes showed excitement, loudly declaring: "In that case, everyone here will be our witnesses. If you lose, no one can default, no backing out!"

"Alright! Now shut up, don’t disturb me anymore!" As Ye Feng’s words fell, he continued to comprehend the Battle Fist.

However, Ye Feng’s demeanor was still calm and serene, as if he truly could accomplish it.

Everyone was anxious, looking at Ye Feng: "This is bad, this is bad, does Ye Feng have a screw loose? If he loses, and Zhan Xue demands his life, we will lose our chance to gain freedom. If the King is infuriated, he might just kill us all, what do we do now?"

Those around revealed anxious looks, yet Ye Feng remained calm and composed.

Zhan Xue smiled: "Everyone relax, I won’t demand his life. We still need him to grant us freedom, if he loses, I’ll merely sever his limbs, let him feel the humiliation I suffered that day!"

Everyone looked helplessly at Ye Feng, their gazes showing sympathy, they all thought Ye Feng was bound to lose this time.

And this news quickly reached the ears of Zhan Jue’s people, causing them to grow anxious. Soon enough, nearly the entire Zhan Clan came around the War God Platform, looking at Ye Feng, uncertain about what to do.

Zhan Jue helplessly addressed Zhan Xue: "Zhan Xue, perhaps we should just forget it. If the King finds out we harmed Ye Feng, he’d be furious. I really think there’s no need for this!"

But Zhan Xue looked disgruntled, with no intention of giving up: "I’ve never forced Ye Feng, he said it himself, that he could comprehend the Battle Fist in a month, so your words are useless to me, the wager must be honored!"

"Alas..." At this moment, Zhan Jue sighed helplessly, looking at Ye Feng, the only thing he could do is to ensure that when Zhan Xue tries to sever Ye Feng’s limbs, Ye Feng’s life is preserved and he suffers minimal harm.

Time passed gradually, soon twenty-seven days went by, almost the entire Zhan Clan gathered under the War God Platform, watching Ye Feng. During these twenty-seven days, Ye Feng had already swung his fist tens of thousands of times, but each punch struck the barrier, unable to move it at all.

But Ye Feng remained unhurried, completely at ease, his expression showing no hint of agitation, steadily and tirelessly executing punch after punch against the barrier.

"Alas..." Zhan Jue and the others shook their heads watching Ye Feng relentlessly strike the barrier, it’s been twenty-seven days, plus the previous three, totaling a month of comprehending the Battle Fist, yet Ye Feng still couldn’t budge the barrier, everyone knew Ye Feng was bound to lose...

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