Wangu Long Zun Jue

Chapter 7 The Coercion of the Qiankun Gang

"Grass! Boy, you are so arrogant. How dare you ignore me, Tiger, and seek death!" Tiger stared at Chen Long coldly, clenched his fists and said angrily.

"Let's do it, don't babble, I'll kill you if you don't do it." Chen Long said contemptuously.

"Draft it! Let me die!" The tiger was completely angry, clenched his fists and rushed towards Chen Long.

Seeing the tiger move, there was joy around the arena.

"Tiger, come on and kill that Dragon Lord, you are the best!"

"The fierce tiger has the seventh level of body refining, that kid is definitely no match!"

"Haha, I will get my 300 taels of silver soon, and the tiger must win!"

"..."

Tiger's cultivation is also at the seventh level of Body Refining Realm, which is comparable to Chen Long, but Chen Long doesn't take him seriously at all.

Even though the tiger rushed in front of Chen Long, he didn't move at all. At this moment, the tiger's strong arm was about to hit his face.

"Stinky boy, you are dead!" the tiger shouted angrily, thinking that the duel was about to end.

Just when the tiger's fist was only an inch away from the front door, Chen Long's footsteps suddenly shifted and he easily dodged the attack.

Tiger's face suddenly changed: "How is this possible, the speed is so fast!"

"It's you who are too weak!" Chen Long curled his lips, turned his palm into a fist, and his arm hit the tiger's chest like a swimming dragon.

"Dragon Soaring Eight Styles, Flying Dragon Rides the Clouds!"

Huge force hit the tiger's chest, and with a bang, the tiger's body suddenly flew upside down, and even flew out of the arena and hit the wall outside the arena heavily, even cracking the wall.

"Pfft!" The tiger spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell down from the wall, laying motionless on the ground, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

Seeing this scene, everyone at the scene was stunned, as if watching a monster.

"This...how is this possible, the fierce tiger was defeated by that Dragon Master with one punch!"

"The fierce tiger has the seventh level of the Body Refinement Realm. Could it be that that young man has surpassed the seventh level of the Body Refinement Realm? This is too outrageous. There are very few seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys in Pingyang City who have reached the seventh level of the Body Refinement Realm."

"Who is this Long Zun? It's too manic. I've lost all my 100 taels of silver, idiot!"

"I'll go! This result is too unexpected, this competition is completely all the dealer!"

"..."

Some of the audience were shocked and some were frustrated, but Fang Zhongqiu, the manager of Qiankun Casino, was overjoyed.

"Haha! I really picked up a treasure today. This kid is really powerful. He helped me earn so much money in the first game. It's really interesting. I like it! I hope to continue to work hard!"

Next, Chen Long did not disappoint Fang Zhongqiu. He fought seven martial arts matches in a row. Except that it took a little time to deal with an opponent at the ninth level of physical training, the rest were basically solved easily. After the end, all the audience were excited, and today they witnessed the birth of a king of martial arts.

After the martial arts match, Fang Zhongqiu began to calculate the reward with Chen Long.

"Mr. Chen, your performance tonight is perfect. You have helped our Qiankun Casino make a lot of money. Here is 300 taels of silver. It will be your reward for tonight. You will continue to fight at the same time tomorrow." Fang Zhongqiu held a money bag Throw it to Chen Long and said with a smile.

Chen Long glanced at the money bag, and frowned slightly: "You are too unkind, I won a lot of money for your gambling house, and it was only 300 taels of silver. I played eight games tonight, which is considered the most basic There were also 240 taels for the appearance fee and the winning reward, but in the end it was only an extra 60 taels, you guys are too picky."

"Mr. Chen, take your time. After all, today is only the first day. If you continue to do this tomorrow, I guarantee you will earn more." Fang Zhongqiu assured Chen Long.

"Okay, I'll just trust you once. If I can't satisfy me tomorrow, forget about the next game."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't let you suffer!"

On the second day, Chen Long won seven games in a row as usual, and all the audience believed that he would continue the winning streak, and placed a big bet on Chen Long, waiting to collect the money.

But during the last break, Fang Zhongqiu came to Chen Long and whispered, "Mr. Chen, come here, I have something to discuss with you."

Chen Long followed Fang Zhongqiu to a separate room. At this time, a strong man with a horse face was sitting on the armchair in the room, and several subordinates stood beside him.

"Brother Tie, according to your order, the younger one has already brought Mr. Chen here." Fang Zhongqiu nodded and bowed to the strong man with a horse face.

It can be seen that this strong man with a horse face should be a higher manager than Fang Zhongqiu.

The horse-faced man glanced at Chen Long, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you that Long Zun?"

"That's right, I'm Long Zun, I don't know what you can do?"

"It's like this. I heard that you helped our Qiankun Casino win a lot of money in the past two days. I am very pleased. However, I still want to earn a little more. Here are 300 taels of silver for you. You should I know how to do it." The strong man with a horse face took out a money bag and threw it on the table, and said to Chen Long with great interest.

"I don't understand." Chen Long shook his head.

"Mr. Chen, it's like this. Everyone in the final duel scene is betting on you. If you win, our gambling shop will lose badly, so you deliberately lost this last round. 300 taels is considered a reward." Fang Zhongqiu, who was next to him, explained.

"Oh, I see. What you mean is to let me deliberately lose the last game, and then let your gambling house be swept away."

"That's right, you finally understand, boy, you can take the 300 taels, as long as you lose the last game." The horse-faced man nodded.

Chen Long laughed immediately. He did come to the martial arts competition for money, but it is absolutely impossible for him to obey other people's orders.

"Sorry, no matter who I meet in the last round, I will win." Chen Long said seriously.

The horse-faced man frowned suddenly, squinted his eyes and asked, "300 taels is too little?"

"This is not a matter of money, but a matter of principle. Since I have the strength to deal with others, why should I lose on purpose? Besides, 300 taels is indeed too little. If you give me 300 million taels of silver, it will be about the same." Chen Long shrugged and responded disapprovingly. road.

Snapped!
The horse-faced man slapped the table heavily, pointed at Chen Long and roared angrily, "You brat is really greedy. Giving you 300 taels means I think highly of you. You are still flirting with me now! You lost the last game today!" You have to lose, and if you don’t lose, you have to lose to me. If you don’t do what I say, I guarantee that you will end up miserable!”

"Hehe, it seems that your Qiankun Gang is really not a good thing. Do you think I will be afraid of you with a few harsh words? Since you are not sincere, then I will not compete in the last round, and you don't even want to make this money."

(End of this chapter)