Chen Qi nodded and said seriously, "Indeed! Our sisters all know how powerful Brother Xi is, but others have no idea. This ti, we must make a big profit, and earn so extra money for costics."
Zhao Sheng listened to everyone and finally understood. It turned out that there was so much more behind the family’s grand competition.
The gambling matter was obviously tacitly approved by the family, and might even involve a group of Golden Core Clan Elders personally, thus allowing the opening of such blatant betting markets on wins and losses.
Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng took out a Qiankun Bag from his pocket and handed it to Chen Ying, saying lightly, "Ying’er, place a bet for . Bet that I will win first place in the competition."
Chen Ying’er took the Qiankun Bag, opened it curiously, and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Oh, two hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones! Bet it all?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Mingyan’s eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of brightness.
"Yes, don’t ask more, go on!" Zhao Sheng nodded, reached out and rubbed Chen Ying’er’s head, indulgently signaling her.
After Chen Ying walked away excitedly, Chen Mingyan suddenly said in a low voice, "Brother, two hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones is no small amount. Are you... really that confident?"
"If Brother Yan trusts , place a few bets easily. If not, then pretend I never said anything." Zhao Sheng thought about it, deciding to build a friendly connection, thus hinting.
Chen Mingyan was thoughtful after hearing and quickly made an excuse to leave, and then hurried back to the crowd with his people, not sure whether to place a bet or report to certain people.
After a little episode, Zhao Sheng brought a few sisters near the seventh arena, found an empty space with few people, set down wooden chairs, a Jade Table, and various Spirit Fruit cakes, and just sat there openly, watching the matches while eating.
At first glance, Zhao Sheng and the others did not look like they were here to participate in the grand competition at all, but rather like a group of spectators here for entertainnt.
In front of countless family elders, a bunch of youngsters perford such an outrageous act of disrespect, it was simply a disgrace to the family’s reputation.
On the White Jade High Platform, Chen Dacheng felt utterly humiliated upon seeing this, while other major figures paying attention to Zhao Sheng, like Family Head Chen Daqian, Bai i, and others, smiled knowingly, thinking this fellow was carefree and unconstrained, ignoring worldly views.
Even a fat old man next to Chen Daqian noticed the distinctive Zhao Sheng and his group, beca interested, and asked Chen Daqian about Zhao Sheng’s identity.
Chen Daqian felt a headache coming and had to pull himself together, taking out pre-prepared words to deal with this person.
One must know that the fat old man had an extraordinary origin, he ca from the greatest family in this realm, the Sili Family, and held a high position even in the woman’s power-leading Sili Family, being a close confidant to Samadhi True Monarch of Sili.
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"Next match, number fifteen against number ninety-three!"
To Zhao Sheng’s surprise, each match lasted a very short ti.
In no more than the ti to drink a cup of tea, over ten matches had already been decided in the seventh arena, far from his initial assessnt of teams going all out in every battle.
Looking at the matches on other arenas, they were all similar, each match was straightforward, and there hadn’t even been any severely injured participant as of yet.
And Zhao Sheng observed that most of the Chen Family’s Disciples relied on Magic Artifacts, talismans, Beast Taming, and other external objects to win, rather than spells and Body Refinent Techniques.
He also quickly detected the "trickery" in the grand competition. Those who stepped onto the stage to fight likely had "tacit agreents."
If they encountered opponents of similar cultivation, at worst, both sides would fight openly.
But if the strength gap was too wide, for example, those below Qi Refining Ninth Layer against soone at Qi Refining Perfection, they would simply surrender without even fighting.
Looking at the other arenas, the situation was almost the sa across them all.
Moreover, since the family grand competition was not a life-and-death battle, whenever soone fell into a disadvantage or deed themselves not the opponent’s match, they would also voluntarily concede, making the scene one of harmonious friendliness!
In just half a day, over two hundred matches were decided in the seventh arena alone.
At this rate, it could be calculated that it might not even take a day to determine the top thirty.
Nearing noon, Zhao Sheng stepped onto the stage for the first ti, his opponent being a rookie at Qi Refining Eighth Layer, not sparking a spark of battle intent at all.
This match ended exceptionally quickly; the opponent felt a pain in his neck just after taking out a Magic Artifact, looked down, and saw a golden three-inch small sword resting steadily on his main artery, with grease slowly seeping out a hint of blood.
After two breaths, Zhao Sheng casually left the stage and was greeted by seven girls cheering and surrounding him, attracting side glances from people around, so with envious and jealous eyes.
Not long after, a Chen Family disciple approached to boast to Zhao Sheng.
However, Zhao Sheng was completely unmoved, as even looking at such people was a waste of energy.
An hour later, Zhao Sheng went on stage again, facing a mid-aged man at Qi Refining Ninth Layer, yet still determining the outco with just one sword.
Half an hour later, another sword, victory and defeat were determined!
Winning three consecutive matches so cleanly and decisively!
Zhao Sheng’s "excellent performance" quickly attracted the attention of those at Qi Refining Perfection, who all regarded him as a formidable competitor.
And those "in the know" on the high platform were quite satisfied with Zhao Sheng’s swordplay.
anwhile, Zhao Sheng’s win rate fell to one in twenty-five...
Ti passed little by little, with match after match proceeding orderly.
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