Surge of Cultivation

"Alright, go up on stage and fight! I've got all my money. Along with the three thousand yuan of consolation money, all of them were betting that you would win! It would be best if you could beat that bald man and help me vent my anger! " Qian San was infected by Ye Qingdi's imposing manner and immediately sat in the audience. He chose Ye Qingdi's name on the computer in front of the acne booth and transferred all his money into the special account of the Starry Sky Club.

If Ye Qingdi could defeat the bald man in a moment, then the twenty thousand that Qian San had invested would be returned to his account. If Ye Qingdi lost, then the twenty thousand in money would be nothing more than a meat bun beating a dog.

"I plan to fight a few more rounds. Remember to bet that I win every single time. I guarantee that you will be able to earn a lot of money. Return home and tell Auntie about this." Ye Qingdi laughed and jumped onto the stage.

The "Heavenly Shield" was once again sealed, and the surrounding thousand spectators were all silent. They looked at the two fighters on the stage, and then began another round of bets according to their own feelings.

Although everyone knew that this was a contest between warriors of the same level, and that Ye Qingdi's strength must also be at the level of a Sixth Star Warrior, in terms of both physique and aura, both sides were not on the same level as each other. Therefore, other than Qian San, who firmly chose to bet on Ye Qingdi's victory, there was a high chance that the audience would choose to bet on the bald man's victory.

Of course, there were also many people in the audience who had unique eyes, seeing how calm and confident Ye Qingdi was, they gritted their teeth and bet all their money on him to try their luck. If Ye Qingdi could win, then they would be able to earn more than double the amount of money.

In a luxurious VIP room far away from the arena, there were four people sitting around a round table, watching the two fighters through the glass wall of the room. On the table in front of the four, there were four stacks of cheques, each of which had a shocking amount written on it.

"Brother Ye, who are you betting on this time?" Sitting at the east side of the round table was a young man wearing a black suit. He looked at the man dressed in silver across the table and suddenly asked with a smile.

The person that the black suited man called "Brother Ye" was sitting on the west side of the round table. He was around twenty years old, dressed in silver, and had an extraordinary temperament.

Ye Yi quietly glanced at Ye Qingdi, who was on the stage. Without even thinking, he casually tore out a piece of paper from the stack of cheques in front of him and threw it at the center of the round table. "Ten million federal coins! I bet on the victory of Ye Qingdi! Chang Qian, are you going to follow me this time?

In terms of status, he was not any weaker than Ye Yi. However, his temperament was far inferior to Ye Yi's, with concave eyes, prominent cheeks, and thin lips, giving off a sinister feeling. After hearing Ye Yi's words, he was first stunned, and then once again fixed his gaze on Ye Qingdi, who was on the stage.

"I'll follow!" Chang Qian suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said loudly, "I believe in you, Brother Ye! Ten million with you! Ling Hu, Senior Apprentice Brother … Heh, this is a bit awkward, so I might as well call you Big Brother Heavy Dao. Brother Linghu, Brother Daofather, who do the two of you intend to bet on? "

Ten million federal coins was not a small amount for anyone. The two youths sitting on both sides of the round table, whom Chang Qian called "Brother Linghu" and "Brother Zhong Dao", glanced at Ye Qingdi and the bald man on the stage and hesitated a little, but the two of them, Ye Yi and Chang Qian, had always been openly dueling each other as brothers and fought in secret. As long as the other party was optimistic, they would fight.

Of the four people in the VIP room, besides Ye Yi, who Ye Qingdi knew, the other three were called Chang Qian, Shi Zhong Dao, and Linghu Xiao Yao.

Ye Zong was the eldest grandson of Ye Zong, the founder of the "Ye Family Heavy Industry" in the Northern Capital City. Chang Qian was the only son of Chang Sheng, the president of the "Chang Sheng Company" in the Western Capital City. Shi Zhongdao was the only son of the president of the "Master Technology" in the Eastern Capital City.

These four people were all between the ages of twenty to thirty, and they all belonged to the leading figures of the Federation's younger generation. Such young, rich, and distinguished handsome men were naturally sought after by many of the people of the same age in the Federation.

These four people were called "Fourth Young Master" in the upper echelons of the first region of the Federation. For some unknown reason, they were gathered together, even gambling with great interest in this Black Fist Club.

After the "Fourth Young Noble" in the VIP room placed the bet, the black fist competition on the other side of the arena also officially began. The audience began to shout and cheer for the two martial artists, and the atmosphere once again became lively.

However, ninety percent of the one thousand spectators were cheering for the bald man, while the spectators who had placed their bets on Ye Qingdi were affected by the bald man's "fan club" aura, hence, they chose to remain silent. Only Qian San ignored his injuries and tried his best to cheer for Ye Qingdi, but even though his voice was loud, he was unable to break the sound waves produced by the thousands of spectators around him.

Ye Qingdi, who was on the arena, seemed to have heard Qian San's cheers. He turned his head and smiled at Qian San. Then, he extended his thumb out, indicating that I would definitely succeed!

"That youth called Ye Qingdi looks very calm! I have a hunch. This time, it's very likely that I will lose... " Linghu Xiao, who wore a sky blue suit in the VIP room, sipped a small mouthful of coffee and shrugged with a smile.

Linghu Xiao Yao was 26 years old this year, and was the oldest of the "Fourth Young Master." He was also the one who seemed to be the most mature and calm amongst the four, and the most attractive to men.

Linghu Xiaoyao only had one younger sister, which was the elegant Linghu from Class 1 of the First Martial Meeting of the True Martial University. The two siblings had always respected and loved each other since they were young, and their relationship was extremely deep.

"Brother Xiao Yao, don't be disheartened!" They haven't even started fighting yet, how can you tell who's winning and who's losing? "Ai, I've already lost three rounds in a row, I'm still hoping to get some money back from this round!" The one who spoke was a young and handsome Shi Zhong, dressed in a white suit with red lips and white teeth.

Not long after his eighteenth birthday, Shi Chongdao was the youngest of the "Four Young Masters". True Martial University's strength was not much weaker than the other three, and in addition, Shi Chongdao was the most magnanimous of the four.

Two years ago, Shi Zhong Dao and Linghu Xiao Yao met as if they were old friends, and the two of them appreciated each other and were like brothers. On the other hand, he wasn't used to seeing Ye Yi and Chang Qian, these two hypocritical fellows who had a smile on their faces and a conspiracy on their minds, and if it wasn't for Linghu Xiao Yao, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention to them.

"You will definitely lose!" Ye Yi smiled as he looked at Shi Zhongdao and Linghu Xiao Yao, and said with a firm tone.

"You will all lose!" Shi Zhongdao said snappily.

"Are you so sure that he can win? Do you know him? " Linghu Xiao Yao stared at Ye Yi's face and asked indifferently.

Linghu Xiao Yao and his little sister Linghu had the same gracefulness and temperament, and no matter what they did, they had calm and unhurried expressions, neither happy nor sad, nor angry.

"Yes, I know him!" Ye Yi's gaze turned towards the distant Ye Qingdi, as a smile appeared on his face, "He is called Ye Qingdi, a new student recruited by our True Martial University this year. He is currently studying in Class 1 of the Ancient Martial and Buddhist Sect. I've met him twice, and his strength … "He's definitely not weaker than me!"

In the "Fourth Young Noble", Linghu Xiaoyao, who cultivated the ancient martial arts of the Confucian Sect was ranked first, followed closely by Ye Yi, who cultivated the ancient martial arts of the Buddhist Sect. Chang Qian, who cultivated the new martial arts, was ranked third, while Shi Zhongdao, who cultivated the ancient martial arts of the sect was ranked last.

Linghu Xiaoyao was 26 years old this year, and his strength had already broken through the level of a fourth grade Star martial artist. Ye Yi, who was around the age of 20, possessed the strength between the fifth grade and the fourth grade Star martial artists, and the rise in his strength was evident, with great momentum. Chang Qian and Shi Zhong Dao had already reached the level of a fifth grade Star martial artist.

If what Ye Yi said was true, then with the bald man's strength as a fifth-grade Star martial artist, he simply couldn't be Ye Qingdi's match. Could it be that the two of them would lose this bet again?

Linghu Xiao Yao and Shi Zhong Dao saw the seriousness in Ye Yi's words and looked at each other. There was some surprise in their eyes, and they didn't say anything after that. Their gazes turned towards the arena.

They knew that Ye Yi would never lie about something like this, and there was no need to!

"Ding … …"

The electronic bell for the battle rang. The bald man, who had been secretly accumulating energy, was the first to strike out. With the remnant might of his previous victory, he charged towards Ye Qingdi with an unparalleled momentum.

He quickly attacked and fiercely attacked, wanting to defeat Ye Qingdi in the shortest amount of time. However, Ye Qingdi's footsteps were erratic, and he kept on dodging.

On the surface, Ye Qingdi looked like he had no way to defend against the bald man's fierce attacks, which was why he was continuously retreating. On the surface, Ye Qingdi looked like he had no way to defend against the bald man's fierce attacks, which was why he was continuously retreating.

The cat was Ye Qingdi and the mouse was the bald man.

Of course, only a small minority of the live audience had good eyesight. Most of the live audience members were infected by the bald man's valiant aura, and the cheers became even louder.