At the heart of Volt Wing City, there was a plaza. Wooden signs were placed here to show that this was where the ranking match would be held.
There was a vast crowd in the restaurant located beside the plaza.
âItâs gonna be interesting this year! There are so many who signed up!â
âYeah! Itâs filled with elites! Look, the Hidden Dragon Clanâs Di Jun, Golden Wind Platformâs Fu Lin⌠these people rarely come out!â
At a table by the side of the road sat two men; a bulky man whose face was as red as a tomato and a Daoist with thin, almond-shaped eyes.
Hearing the discussion of the other customers, the bulky man clapped. âBrother He, itâs time for you to get rich again!â
The Daoist laughed. âHaha, donât say that. Iâm no match for the elites.â
âDonât be humble, man, itâs me! You won Old Man Xiangâs flying sword last year, Iâm even drooling.â
This made the Daoist proud of himself.
His cultivation was not fantastic and his ability was average, but he was certainly vicious enough!
Every year, he would be here for the ranking matches without fail. He would look around for a suitable target and gamble with them to get big rewards.
There was no need for him to go hunting or do bitter work. With this method, he could live a good life without worries.
âLook, arenât those Old Man Xiangâs disciples?â The bulky man pointed over to a guy and girl.
The Daoist squinted his eyes to have a better look. The pair of teenagers who were walking over was indeed Old Man Xiangâs disciples.
âBrother He, look at the sword heâs carrying!â
There was no need for the bulky man to say it. How could the vicious, almond-eyed Daoist not see it?
The sheath was a dull silver colour, but the spiritual energy that it was emitting could enchant anyone!
Didnât they say that, after Old Man Xiang died, his disciples were in dire straits? Did they hit the jackpot recently?
The Daoist chugged his wine and walked toward the two teenagers slowly.
Xiang Zichen felt a pat on his back and looked. Seeing the Daoist, his face turned black. âDaoist He, what do you need?â
Daoist He clicked his tongue and plastered a smile on his face. âJunior Nephew Xiang, itâs been a long time since we met, and this old man is just here to greet you. Is that so weird?â
âStop it!â Xiang Zichen flicked his hand away. âI still have to take revenge for my master!â
âAiyo, Junior Nephew Xiang, whatâs this about? Since when do we have such a feud? Iâm upset about Brother Xiang passing away too!â
âGet lost! If you didnât trick my master into gambling with you, why would he lose his flying sword? Because of that, he was injured and bed-ridden andâŚâ
Seeing Xiang Zichenâs eyes welling with tears, Daoist He panicked and immediately patted his back. âHey, Junior Nephew Xiang, he had to admit defeat since he was willing to bet! I talked to him about it properly. Look, thereâs evidence that I didnât cheat him!â
âBut my masterâŚâ
âHaish!â Daoist sighed and pouted. âIâm upset about Brother Xiangâs death too! If I had known this would happen, I wouldâve returned the sword that day!â
âYouâre willing to return it?â Xiang Zichenâs eyes lit up.
Daoist Heâs face turned black. âYou see⌠there are rules and regulations to gambling. I canât possibly return everything I won.â
This made Xiang Zichen blow his top. âYou think itâs funny joking around with me, huh?!â
âNo, no, no.â Daoist He shook his head frantically. âThis old man just meant that everything has its rules and regulations. Even thieves donât want to go home empty-handed! If I return everything just like that, my luck wouldâŚâ
âSo, what are you saying?â
âWhy donât we do this? Letâs bet on a match. If you win, Iâll give you the flying sword. Brother Xiang would be happy to see that too, right?â Daoist He smiled widely at him
âNo! Who would want to gamble with you?â Xiang Zichen yelled. âBefore my master died, he instructed me to never gamble again!â
âJunior Nephew Xiang,â Daoist He coaxed. âThis canât be called gambling, itâs just a formality. Youâre going to participate in the ranking match, right?â
Xiang Zichen nodded.
Daoist He caressed his beard and flashed Xiang Zichen a bright smile. âThen Iâll gamble with you: for all rounds, if you can win one fight, Iâll return the sword to you.â
âJust one fight?â
âYes! Just one!â Daoist He grabbed him and pulled him to a table. âIf Junior Nephew doesnât trust me, then letâs write a gambling contract right now. But thereâs a rule to follow; Junior Nephew must bet something valuable too.â
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After a while, Daoist He went back to his table, whistling and grinning from ear to ear.
The bulky man moved over to him. âBrother He, youâre really returning the sword to him?â
Daoist He smirked and sipped some wine. âHow could that be possible? Not only will he not get it back, but he will also lose the sword in his hands too!â
âThat kid may not be very good, but he has a chance of winning at least one fight.â
Daoist He winked and laughed out loud. He placed the betting contract in front of the bulky man. âSee for yourself.â
The bulky man moved closer to take a look. On the paper was written, âWin a fight for all rounds.â
The bulky man looked up in shock. âYou meanâŚ?â
ââ Win one fightâ and âwin one fight for all roundsâ have different meanings.â
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âIdiot!â Ling Wuxia stood up, clutching the gambling contract in her hand. âSo this is how your master lost, huh?â
âNo!â Xiang Zichen hurriedly shook his head, afraid that his master was being dragged down like an idiot too. âMaster was just provoked by him!â
âConmen depend on others to serve food right to them.â Zhou Ruying looked at her hand in thought. She was experienced, so what had she not encountered before?
Win one fight for the whole ranking match would mean that, as long as Xiang Zichen won a single fight, he would win the bet. However, win one fight for each round meant that, no matter who the opponent was, he would have to win at least one fight every round.
If Xiang Zichen was that good, the Tranquil Void Monastery would not be in its current state.
âSenior,â Xiang Zichen whispered. âIs it too hard for you?â
âWhatâs hard about it?â Lu Mingshu replied coldly. âOnly three total wins for the three rounds? I can do that by myself.â
âHey, donât belittle me.â Zhou Ruying stood up. âI may not be as famous as you guys, but I hardly lose when it comes to fighting.â
She was trained in killing and assassination, so she was accurate and fast. People like Zhou Ruying might not be famous, but they were never weak.
âIâve never lost in my life.â Ling Wuxia smiled proudly.
Seeing Ling Wuxia, Lu Mingshu smiled thinly. âWhat a coincidence, I always get first place in competitions.â
First for the Heavenly Door competition and first for the Qilin Festival.
âThen letâs get it done.â Ling Wuxia smiled at Xiang Zichen. âHave you registered for us?â
âYes.â Xiang Zichen nodded.
Xiang Zimei ran in.
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âAll done?â Zhou Ruying asked her.
âYes. As soon as the ranking match starts, me and Senior Brother will go and bet.â Xiang Zimei tried to catch her breath.
Thinking of what was waiting for her, Xiang Zimei felt extremely excited.
âLetâs go practice now,â Lu Mingshu said. âWe can help you once, but not forever. After this, youâre on your own.â