Chapter 297: Astonishing Odds

The thin man was busier, but still had time to ask Sun Sun Fuling: "Are you placing a bet?"

He He Lingchuan hurriedly signaled her, but it was too late; Sun Sun Fuling actually took out another tael of silver: "Bet!"

She was still betting on the high odds.

"Grandmother, this guy looks even less reliable than Wild Boar!" Why are you still betting? He He Lingchuan pressed her hand. "Do you want to reconsider?"

"I know." Sun Sun Fuling blinked. "So I only bet one tael of silver this time."

"…"

She smiled with her eyes curved: "A small gamble is for fun, it doesn't matter."

A quarter of an hour later.

Sun Sun Fuling grabbed He He Lingchuan's arm, dejected: "My money…" It went down the drain.

He He Lingchuan found it amusing: "One tael of silver is enough to buy hundreds of buns."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt Sun Sun Fuling's grip tighten, from a pinch to a squeeze.

A smart person wouldn't say "I told you so" at this time, but would say: "Never mind, Meng Shan will suffer retribution sooner or later."

"Better sooner than later, better now than later," a voice suddenly interjected from the side. He He Lingchuan turned his head and saw it was actually Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang!

Hu Min laughed: "Boss, why did you only just arrive!"

"The meeting lasted until now; I nearly missed the good show." Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang looked at the Seventh Arena. "Is Meng Shan defending the arena today?"

"Yes, this guy has already beaten down four people." Hu Min shook his head. "I think the Seventh Arena will close early today."

The Seventh Arena is a public arena, and commoners can watch the whole process. As a popular entertainment program, the Seventh Arena opens once a week, and might even open extra sessions depending on the situation.

There aren't many entertainment activities in the city, and Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang didn't want to miss such fun.

If no one goes up to challenge Meng Shan, and this gap exceeds half an hour, it counts as Meng Shan successfully defending the arena, and the Seventh Arena activity for today will end.

The thin man came over, nodding and bowing to greet Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang. He was still a Patrol Guard, so he was naturally respectful to the Great Wind Army leaders. But he also felt it was a pity: "If two more people had gone up, it would have been fine." He hadn't earned enough this time.

Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang smiled at He He Lingchuan.

He was usually stern, and He He Lingchuan suddenly felt tight in his heart; why did Commander Xiao smile at him?

"Broken Blade, do you want to go up?"

"Me?" He He Lingchuan pointed to his own nose. "Now?"

"You challenge Meng Shan?

"I have watched your battles twice, and you are not without a chance of winning." Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang pointed to the stage. "It's a rare opportunity today; do you want to try?"

The two Great Wind Army soldiers following him had also participated in the River Valley Battle and recognized He He Lingchuan, and had also fought against Meng Shan, so they echoed: "Yes, yes, Broken Blade, go up and vent our anger!"

"Let this fat guy know what it means to have someone beyond someone!"

The thin man's eyes lit up, nodding like a pounding rice pestle: "Yes, yes, Broken Blade, your odds are also very high; I will definitely bet on you this time!" If he wins, he can really wait to count the money! He He Lingchuan rolled his eyes at him; was this a teammate? Losing in the past when fighting Meng Shan in the South Courtyard wasn't shameful, as the audience were all practitioners; but under this stage, they were all commoners.

Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang patted He He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "A thousand days of practicing martial arts, what is it for? There must be this one time."

Sun Sun Fuling had been listening, and at this moment suddenly spoke: "If you go up to fight in the arena, I will bet my one-year salary on you."

Her apricot eyes were very, very bright, showing vitality.

He He Lingchuan looked into her eyes, and suddenly he didn't have so many concerns, or perhaps it was because Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang's words hit his heart.

He looked at Sun Sun Fuling and said: "I have a condition; if you agree, I will go up and compete."

Sun Sun Fuling didn't hesitate: "You say it!"

He He Lingchuan was overjoyed, touched his fist lightly against hers: "It's a deal."

Amidst the noise, almost no one could overhear.

Sun Sun Fuling's eyes froze.

However, after He He Lingchuan finished speaking, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

He didn't know why he had said it so smoothly, without thinking, and now he had hit a wall.

"Never mind, never mind, just treat it as me talking nonsense; the condition doesn't count." He waved his hand. "I'm going up."

Unexpectedly, Sun Sun Fuling suddenly extended her fist toward him: "Fine, I agree. But you have to win!"

He He Lingchuan was overjoyed, extended his fist and touched hers lightly: "It's a deal."

Over there, Meng Shan had already strolled to the corner of the arena, opened his big mouth, and yawned.

No one had come up for a quarter of an hour, and in another quarter of an hour, it would count as a successful defense.

Boring, truly boring!

He was feeling bored here when suddenly someone jumped onto the arena again.

Applause erupted all around, cheering for the fearless newcomer. The ones beaten down by Meng Shan were all seriously injured, only a breath away from death. Under such circumstances, the courage to still dare to come up was worthy of applause.

Meng Shan also sneered:

Good, let Grandpa see which brat ate a bear's heart and leopard's gall to come up and send… eh?

Huh? How is it? Meng Shan's face sank, because the person who came up was very familiar and greeted him: "Yo, Meng Shan, we haven't seen each other for half a month!"

Broken Blade!

"You still want to come and die at this time?" This kid had pestered him seven or eight times, right? Although he was beaten off the field every time, Meng Shan knew in his heart that Broken Blade was becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

The last time he beat him down, Meng Shan himself was injured, so he simply went home to recuperate for a good while.

In the huge Panlong City, the person Meng Shan least wanted to see, besides General Hong, was this guy who was like a piece of chewing gum.

"I placed a bet, I must win the money back." He He Lingchuan reached out to him. "Please."

Even though he was prepared, when he stood on the Seventh Arena, facing the fanatical audience of thousands, that kind of enthusiasm turned into overwhelming pressure!

The gaze of thousands, the pointing of thousands, the anger of thousands, all converged into a tangible aura.

He had read in books before that a handsome man was surrounded by onlookers when he went out. Once, there were so many people watching that he was watched to death. Hmm… what was the name of that weak boy? Not important.

He He Lingchuan used to treat that as a joke, but now he couldn't laugh.

Losing in the Seventh Arena would be shameful in front of the people of the whole city, and might even become the talk and joke of the grandpas and grandmas in the city for the next half month.

The pressure is so great.

He secretly took a deep breath.

He had walked through life and death countless times; was he still afraid of this excitement? Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang was right; there must be this one time.

Meng Shan snorted, walked to the weapon rack, picked up a four-foot-long wolf-tooth club with wooden nails, and a round hand shield.

Those familiar with his fighting style were all surprised; Meng Shan wasn't picking heavy weapons anymore? Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang wondered: "This guy is quite smart." Inconsistent with his appearance.

The thin man smiled: "He suffered losses under Broken Blade, so he doesn't intend to use brute force blindly anymore."

He He Lingchuan also walked to the weapon rack, reached out to pick up a wooden sword, weighed it, and checked it carefully. Hmm, the weight was okay, and there were no cracks.

Even for the Seventh Arena, the weapon quality was as poor as ever. Fortunately, the wooden sword material was passable, otherwise, he was really afraid it would break after two slashes.

Both sides had already fought six or seven matches and knew each other's roots, so there was no need to probe when coming up. Meng Shan strode over, swung a club, followed by a ground-shaking stomp.

Usually, no one dared to take his attack head-on, mostly retreating backward, then his ground-shaking stomp would make the opponent's stance unstable.

As long as He He Lingchuan showed a slight flaw, the hand shield would smash down.

This kind of shield, although not as heavy as a mountain shield, was still effective for smashing people.

However, He He Lingchuan was familiar with his routines and refused to suffer this loss. When the wolf-tooth club swung down, he didn't retreat but advanced, suddenly accelerating, and crashed into Meng Shan's arms with his body and sword! This style was light and agile, called "Swallow Returning to the Forest" in the Swallow Return Body Technique. Others only saw a residual image flash by, and the tip of the wooden sword poked directly into Meng Shan's belly! This was extremely risky; if he had been half a second slower, Meng Shan's big club would have hit his forehead directly.

Xiao Captain Xiao Maoliang Maoliang under the stage went "Eh," a bit surprised.

He had fought Meng Shan head-on in the Yanhe Valley and knew that once this guy started, there was a strong aura around him that could pull or delay the opponent's actions, which was also Meng Shan's magic weapon for dealing with agile enemies.

However, He He Lingchuan knew this set of his too well; after all, it was a lesson learned with blood.

But even the strongest aura would have fluctuations. He had practiced sword in the waves today and felt the situation of water having no constant momentum but having form, and at this time, he keenly felt the unevenness of Meng Shan's aura, and there was always a vacuum crack that could be utilized, so he cut in from its edge.

He He Lingchuan struck accurately, also specifically picking the opponent's diaphragm, wanting to make Meng Shan feel the pain Wild Boar had felt earlier.

Meng Shan was exhaling and roaring, his belly bulging, and he was poked so hard that his upper body leaned back; it was very uncomfortable, but his horse stance was steady, and he didn't even take a step back.

However, He He Lingchuan didn't succeed either; the other's belly bulged like a balloon, and it was unclear whether it was true power or fat inside, but in short, it was very elastic and the wooden sword was hard to apply force.

At this time, he missed the Floating Life Blade very much; Meng Shan's fat body definitely couldn't withstand the sharp blade tip.

Unfortunately, this was a dream arena, and he couldn't even use the Ghost Shadow Cicada Transformation—

Too expensive! However, almost no one noticed that the tip of the sword spat out more than a foot of formless energy.

Meng Shan backhanded a hug.

His strength was greater than Wild Boar's; if He He Lingchuan were hugged solidly, his yellow could be squeezed out. He had seen Meng Shan break others' spines alive.

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His strength was even greater than a wild boar's; if He He Lingchuan were to be fully embraced, his yellow bile would be squeezed out. He had personally seen Meng Shan crush another person's spine alive.

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