Chapter 600

Seeing the branch in Su Ming's hand.

Zhuang Xunzhou in the audience even stood up directly and applauded in admiration.

"Hahaha, I won, I'm sure to win."

"That Moon-Slicing Swordsman is a lunatic, using a branch as a weapon."

"Mr. Wang, you're sure to lose."

His mouth curled slightly, and he glanced at Wang Tingshan, his eyes full of mocking sarcasm!

"Ha, this is truly dramatic." The spectators behind Zhuang Xunzhou also couldn't hide their smiles.

"Hehe, Principal Wang wanted to be the first to stand out, but didn't expect the contestant he bet on to be an idiot."

"Young Master Zhuang, we congratulate you in advance," several people said to Zhuang Xunzhou with smiles.

Congratulating before winning shows the arrogance of this group of people.

Listening to the surrounding words, Wang Tingshan's face sank, and he stared at the battle situation.

Tsk... once I lose the bet, I'll have to apologize to this greenhorn.

Although this move gained connection benefits, but in terms of face... it was really hard to swallow.

No matter what, he was a principal of a Grade-A institution, and his social status wasn't low.

However, he had no other way now and could only pray in his heart.

At this moment, Wang Tingshan was also very nervous, his palms sweating, but he didn't show it.

On the other side of the audience seats, Jiang Tianchi, Fang Mifeng, Wan Tie, and Zai Da were all sitting in their seats.

Seeing the moment Su Ming took out a branch, they were all stunned.

Jiang Tianchi almost jumped up, his face full of shock.

"He... he actually took a branch to participate!" disbelief emerged in his eyes.

"This kid, does he have a grudge against me? When did I provoke him!?"

"Using a branch to fight, if he loses, not only him, but our entire Black Slaughter Guild will become a laughingstock!"

"Even with a fourth-turn realm, you shouldn't be this arrogant!" he couldn't suppress the confusion in his heart.

The Black Slaughter Guild was his life's work and must not be trampled on like this.

Fang Mifeng hurriedly pulled him back.

"President, he must have his own ideas; let's just watch quietly."

"That's right, President, I don't think he's that kind of frivolous person; he must have his reasons," the steady Wan Tie also comforted him.

Jiang Tianchi took a deep breath, looked at Su Ming from afar, sighed, and a hint of belief emerged in his eyes.

"Sigh, I hope you kid don't forget that I offended the Zhang family for you..." he stared at Su Ming in the distance and thought to himself.

At that time, he took huge risks to kill several fifth-turn experts of the Zhang family; he hoped Su Ming knew the weight of this favor.

In the audience, the people from the Profound Mirror Guild were all wearing smiles.

"Hahaha, President, look, we're sure to win."

"Black Slaughter's contestant this year is an idiot!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like the methods we left behind can be saved for the semi-finals," the fifth-turn poison master sneered.

The President of Profound Mirror, Guo Xin, also finally smiled; he looked at his mortal enemy Jiang Tianchi, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"You lost," he said, his mouth opening slightly, using lip-reading.

Jiang Tianchi's fists clenched, his eyes icy cold, he didn't retreat an inch, and they stared at each other.

Now he... could only choose to believe in Su Ming!

At this moment, outside the Heavenly Tower Realm, people in all provinces and cities of the Dragon Nation were watching the live broadcast of the competition.

Every year on this day, all companies would give workers a holiday to watch this competition.

In the World Channel—

"Hey hey hey, look at battlefield 13."

"That kid, what is his weapon?!"

"I'm not seeing things, am I?"

"Damn, the weapon that guy is using is actually a branch!?"

"Holy shit!!"

"What a badass, this is too arrogant!"

"Or is it that he can't afford a normal weapon at all?"

"Damn, exciting, too exciting, worthy of being an annual event!"

"That kid is definitely a super clown, using a branch as a weapon to attract attention; I don't believe he can't even afford a bronze-grade weapon!"

"Is there a possibility that his branch weapon is actually a phantom appearance, and its essence is a diamond-quality weapon?"

"Impossible, have you ever seen anyone turn into a branch? That's too ugly?"

"I bet 800 Advent Coins that he loses; this is basically giving away money!" Many non-class-changers also participated in the gambling.

"I bet 10,000 Advent Coins that he loses; this is my annual salary, just right to earn some extra money!" someone said with a smile.

"He is using his dignity to let us earn a little money; he truly has the world in his heart."

"He really is, I'm crying to death!"

"Haha, bet, bet, everyone get ready to thank this God of Wealth after the match."

People didn't think highly of Su Ming and bet one after another.

Due to the influx of retail investors.

Soon, the odds for this battle reached a terrifying 21 to 1.

In battlefield 13.

When Shi Liang saw Su Ming take out a branch, he was stunned.

Immediately, a wave of crazy killing intent and endless mockery rose on his face.

"Haha, I thought you were a weakling, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot."

"Go to hell!" he was extremely confident, his posture turned into flowing fire, and he slashed horizontally with his blade!

The tyrannical power condensed into a flame blade shadow, flowing horizontally, the blade light turned into flame waves, reaching over a thousand degrees!

Shi Liang had absolute confidence in his strength.

It had been only a few months since Awakening Day, and he had already reached the third-turn realm; among newcomers, he was absolutely one in ten thousand!

The Profound Mirror Guild even gave him a full set of high-level equipment.

This competition, he was aiming for the grand goal of the top ten.

As for this Moon-Slicing Swordsman, he was just a small obstacle on his path to the top ten; he didn't take him seriously at all!

Su Ming stood on the battlefield, his black robe fluttering, his eyes calm and unruffled.

He looked at Shi Liang, who was charging over, his footsteps motionless, as steady as Mount Tai.