Chapter 1900: Another Blade

Lei Ming at this moment also clutched his waist and walked to the betting table, shouting loudly, "Pay up. One pays three, you won't be unable to pay, right?"

"Pay her!" Guan Shanyue shouted angrily, demanding payment.

Lei Ming this time not only reclaimed the 3,000 hundred million Divine Crystals he had wagered, but also won an additional 9,000 hundred million Divine Crystals.

But Guan Shanyue's loss was actually more than that, because many people switched their bets to Ye Liuyun, so his loss in this round was considerable.

The other Martial Cultivators didn't urge Ye Liuyun to step down; they were just waiting to watch the spectacle.

Guan Shanyue was also urgently contacting strong Martial Cultivators, looking for someone to face Ye Liuyun. He didn't dare to pick someone too weak. After a long search, he offered half of Ye Liuyun's betting capital to a contender, and only then did a strong one agree.

The Martial Cultivator who accepted Guan Shanyue's offer was, among the fourth‑tier mid‑stage Martial Cultivators, the famed sword cultivator Duanhun Sword.

Duanhun Sword doesn't strike often, but each strike, powered by overwhelming sword intent, slays the opponent in a single blow. Because his long sword once broke a small piece, he earned that nickname.

He is considered a well‑known strongman on the arena stage; he has even slain fourth‑tier late‑stage Martial Cultivators with a single sword.

When Duanhun Sword stepped onto the stage, the Martial Cultivators below grew excited.

"Who should I bet on? One is the unbeaten Duanhun Sword, the other is the Tuhao Newcomer!"

At this moment, Ye Liuyun had already been given the nickname "Tuhao Newcomer" by the Martial Cultivators.

Many Martial Cultivators hadn't yet recorded Ye Liuyun's name; they only cared that he was rich.

After Duanhun Sword took the stage, he stood expressionless beside it, looking very calm.

Ye Liuyun's Golden Pupil scanned him briefly, then nodded at Lei Ming.

At this moment, all the Martial Cultivators' gazes turned to Lei Ming.

Lei Ming hopped clumsily to the betting table and asked, "What's the odds for my little brother?"

"One pays three!" the Martial Cultivator at the table told Lei Ming.

"Oh! That's 12,000 hundred million Divine Crystals, all on the line! Make sure it's correct, don't try to default later!" Lei Ming handed the Storage Ring to that Martial Cultivator.

The Martial Cultivator glanced at Guan Shanyue. The amount was too large; he didn't dare to decide.

The Martial Cultivators below started to roar wildly again.

"I've never seen so many Divine Crystals in my life; I really want to go see! How many tens of billions of Divine Crystals are there!"

"Take it!"

Guan Shanyue also waved his hand grandly, believing Duanhun Sword could not lose. Seeing Duanhun Sword's steady aura on the stage, he knew he was confident.

Even if he lost, he could easily produce several tens of billions of Divine Crystals.

The Martial Cultivator at the table immediately took Lei Ming's Storage Ring, verified the amount, and issued a receipt to Lei Ming.

"Hold on, let me think who to bet on!"

When the Martial Cultivators saw Ye Liuyun being fully bet on again, they were at a loss.

In the end, many people simply bet on both sides, not for profit but just to take part.

But this time most still bet on Duanhun Sword; although the odds were low, the arena battle was about strength, not wealth.

"Sister Zhao, aren't you going to bet? What a great money‑making chance! Bet on the little brother, he'll definitely win!" Lei Ming urged Zhao Ming Cheng again.

Zhao Ming Cheng considered Ye Liuyun's performance in the Secret Realm, and then, with Lei Ming beside her, wagered 100 million Divine Crystals on Ye Liuyun's victory.

"Miss Zhao, have you really thought this through? That's Duanhun Sword!" Guan Shanyue said when he saw Zhao Ming Cheng also betting on Ye Liuyun, giving her a reminder.

"Hmm!" Zhao Ming Cheng merely replied, without changing the bet.

"You know nothing! Let me deal with that kid first, then I'll deal with you. I'll make you kneel at my feet and serve me properly!"

Guan Shanyue, seeing Zhao Ming Cheng's cold attitude toward him, couldn't help muttering inside.

Soon, everyone placed their bets, and the arena match officially began.

Everyone awaited the clash of blade intent and sword intent, to see which was stronger.

Duanhun Sword remained truly calm, drawing his sword in one fluid motion, unleashing the greatest sword intent.

This time, Ye Liuyun did not use Spatial Power, but instead wielded sword intent and Heaven and Earth Power, slashing with full force.

The blade and sword lights intersected, paused briefly, then the knife light surged forward, cleaving the sword light and passing through Duanhun Sword's body.

The Martial Cultivator Ya Que below remained silent until Duanhun Sword fell to the ground, his corpse splitting in two, prompting the crowd to gasp.

"Another blade! That's too strong!"

"I regret it to death! I bet too little!"

"I regret even more, why didn't I bet on the Tuhao? Looks like strength still isn't as powerful as wealth!"

The crowd below descended into chaos. The Martial Cultivators who backed Ye Liuyun began cheering, lamenting that they had bet too little. Those who backed Duanhun Sword cursed Duanhun Sword.

The Steward guarding the arena ordered the cleaning of the stage.

Ye Liuyun also looked at Guan Shanyue: "Continue. I'm waiting for you!"

"Fine, you wait; someone will deal with you!" Guan Shanyue said angrily.

At this moment, Lei Ming ran back to the betting table to collect payment.

"Triple the betting capital, can you afford it?" Lei Ming shouted deliberately.

"No nonsense! I, this young master, can afford ten times!" Guan Shanyue said with a dark face.

"Alright! If you have the skill, set a ten‑fold odds! With three‑fold, when will you ever win everything back!" Lei Ming also provoked him deliberately.

"Don't be arrogant. These crystals will be mine sooner or later!"

Guan Shanyue said, flicked his sleeve, and turned to find someone.

Ye Liuyun's group this time won another 36,000 hundred million Divine Crystals. Adding the principal of 12,000 hundred million, they now have 48,000 hundred million betting capital.

The other Martial Cultivators greedily stared at the Storage Ring in Lei Ming's hand.

If the city's Stewards weren't of such high realms, they would have actually tried to seize it.

Zhao Ming Cheng didn't expect that her 100 million Divine Crystals would instantly become 400 million. That's much faster than snatching elixirs in the Secret Realm.

"I was right, weren't I?" Lei Ming asked Zhao Ming Cheng with a grin.

"Um, um! Thanks to your reminder!" Zhao Ming Cheng also thanked repeatedly.

At this moment people only noticed the women who had come with Ye Liuyun.

Except that Ye Tiandao's face was a bit too stern, the other women were lively or cold, each with their own charm.

"Being rich is great, and there are so many women!" a Martial Cultivator said enviously.

Lei Ming heard this, but she replied indifferently, "Wanting to be rich isn't hard; just follow the Tycoon Blade's bets, you can't go wrong!"

"Hahaha!" Lei Ming's words made many Martial Cultivators laugh as well.

Ye Liuyun's nickname had already been changed to Tycoon Blade in such a short time, showing that these Martial Cultivators also recognized his blade intent.

Many Martial Cultivators were privately discussing Ye Liuyun's strength, concluding that he must be a top‑tier mid‑fourth‑stage Martial Cultivator.

The strike he just made, many late‑fourth‑stage Martial Cultivators thought they couldn't block.

At this moment Ye Liuyun sat quietly on the platform, cultivating while waiting for the next opponent.