Chapter 131: A Huge Profit

Zhou Chu, however, remained calm and composed; his gaze was locked tightly onto Chen Bo's movements, and his footwork shifted with agility.

His body was like a nimble shadow, quickly dodging to the side, leaning back, or crouching down, skillfully avoiding every one of Chen Bo's attacks.

That series of evasive maneuvers could be described as flowing like clouds and water, leaving the students watching from the sidelines stunned.

Even the instructor Su Chang was shocked by Zhou Chu's agile dodging and footwork.

Likewise, after launching several attacks at Zhou Chu, Chen Bo had not even managed to touch a corner of his opponent's clothes, and he was even more astonished in his heart.

"This guy, how is he as slippery as a loach?"

Chen Bo could not help but feel a bit anxious, secretly pondering that he could not let things continue like this.

He had thought he could easily handle Zhou Chu, but he never expected that he now seemed like a different person; if this dragged on any longer, he would have nowhere to put his face.

Thinking of this, Chen Bo gritted his teeth, and his moves became faster and more fierce.

Yet Zhou Chu relied on his nimble positioning and precise dodging to perfectly neutralize every one of Chen Bo's moves.

In fact, Zhou Chu's intention was to first verify the results of those few hours of training yesterday, while simultaneously feeling whether those images had truly become his muscle memory.

Chen Bo's fighting skills were not particularly good, but among most novices, they could at least be considered to have just entered the threshold.

If it had been the Zhou Chu of the past, he likely would have been defeated without being able to block a single move.

However, after Zhou Chu received the fighting manual sent by Li Er, plus several hours of hard training, every move and every stance seemed deeply imprinted in his mind.

Even every dodge was like a conditioned reflex he performed instinctively, and Chen Bo's movements appeared to be half a beat slow in his eyes.

Zhou Chu was greatly satisfied with the results after his diligent training, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly without him realizing it.

That confident demeanor, seen by Chen Bo, only made him itch with anger.

At this moment, Zhou Chu's entire demeanor was as if he were deliberately teasing him.

Chen Bo was truly anxious and angry, but no matter how he increased his speed or changed his moves, Zhou Chu could always dodge at just the right moment.

It was as if he had foreseen all his intentions for attacking in advance.

"Huff, puff!"

After a series of intense attacks, Chen Bo's physical exertion was already immense, and he was now panting heavily.

Without the enhancement of a Soul Profession ability, he was nothing more than an ordinary person.

Looking at Zhou Chu, however, he was neither flushed nor out of breath, with only a little fine sweat on his forehead.

This series of offensives from Chen Bo had merely served as a proper warm-up for him.

Chen Bo looked at the still calm and composed Zhou Chu, and he was incredibly frustrated.

He really could not understand how the Zhou Chu who used to let him bully him had now become so good at dodging.

After this bout of fierce attacks, not only had he failed to hurt the other party in the slightest, but he had also exhausted himself.

Previously, he had voluntarily conceded two moves to Zhou Chu.

Now it seemed as if Zhou Chu was conceding to him; inadvertently, he had already let him have over twenty moves.

What bad luck!

But he was unwilling to admit defeat just like this; only whoever fell to the ground first was the true loser.

Zhou Chu kept using evasion to prevent him from getting close, so he must be wary of him.

He believed he would definitely seize an opportunity.

"Zhou Chu, if you have any guts, stop dodging around; if you have the ability, fight me head-on!" Chen Bo attempted to use this provocation to make Zhou Chu give up dodging and clash with him directly.

"Fine, then as you wish!" Zhou Chu's gaze sharpened, and he immediately stopped his footsteps, assuming a ready-to-strike stance.

To tell the truth, he had also lost his patience; it was time to knock the other party down and make him kneel and apologize to him in person.

Seeing Zhou Chu stop, Chen Bo thought his chance had come, and without a word, he swung his fist and struck fiercely toward his face.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chu dodged the punch with a slight shift of his body, and at the same time, he planted his legs into a horse stance and thrust his clenched right fist violently toward Chen Bo's abdomen.

This punch landed solidly on Chen Bo's abdomen.

With a muffled "thud," Chen Bo felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his face turned deathly pale in an instant, his body uncontrollably stumbled back several steps, and he clutched his stomach with both hands, a look of pain appearing on his face.

However, he was not knocked down; enduring the sharp pain from his abdomen, he was both shocked and angry.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly steadied his stance, and roared at Zhou Chu: "I won't lose! And it's impossible for me to lose!"

After shouting, he charged viciously at Zhou Chu once again.

A cold look immediately appeared on Zhou Chu's face, and he flew up and kicked Chen Bo directly in the chest.

Chen Bo was kicked flying, and with a thud, he fell heavily onto the ground.

He lay on the ground for a long while without being able to recover, feeling as if his chest had been smashed by a giant rock; the pain was unbearable, and his breathing became rapid and difficult.

"Brother Bo, Brother Bo, are you alright?" Meng Jie exclaimed, rushing out from the crowd, running to Chen Bo's side, and kneeling down with a face full of anxiety to help Chen Bo up from the ground.

"Zhou Chu, isn't your attack a bit too ruthless!" Meng Jie glared at Zhou Chu and said loudly.

Hearing Meng Jie's accusation, Zhou Chu only gave a faint smile and looked at Chen Bo, saying: "Falling to the ground means losing; according to the previous agreement and the written note, the loser must kneel and apologize to the winner. One must be a good sport when gambling."

At this moment, Su Chang, who was on the side, saw that Zhou Chu had actually defeated Chen Bo, and she was both surprised and happy; she immediately stepped forward and announced: "Everyone has witnessed this duel, and as the witness, I declare Zhou Chu the winner."

Having said that, Su Chang personally handed the bank card and the Soul Cleansing Stone she was holding to Zhou Chu.

Zhou Chu did not stand on ceremony; according to the password for the bank card written on the note, he directly transferred the money in Chen Bo's bank card to his own account, and then tucked the Soul Cleansing Stone into his pocket.

After doing all this, he waved the empty bank card at Chen Bo, whose face was the color of a pig's liver, and said with a half-smile: "Next is the final part. Kneel and apologize."

Chen Bo, looking unconvinced, pushed Meng Jie aside, walked up in a few steps, snatched the note from Su Chang's hand, tore it to shreds, and then walked out of the martial arts hall in a rage without looking back.

And Meng Jie, after giving Zhou Chu a resentful glare, hurriedly chased after Chen Bo's footsteps.

Zhou Chu looked at the two who had left in a huff, just smiled slightly, and did not pay much attention to it.

Chen Bo was a person who valued face above all else; even if he lost money and items, it was impossible for him to lose face in front of everyone.

Making him kneel and apologize to Zhou Chu in front of the crowd was a supreme humiliation to him, and he would never accept it easily.

Zhou Chu did not want to pursue it further; after all, he was a magnanimous person, and he would just treat what Chen Bo had said earlier as farting.

The key is that he obtained fifty million and a Soul Cleansing Stone, which counts as a massive profit.