Tianguanzhi

Chapter 122: Sea-shaking and Sky-lifting Style

Zhending's Qi-cultivation skills are pretty good, and there's no sign of nervousness on his face. He just starts the welding gun and recites something under his breath.

The golden flames kept licking the metal. The camera zoomed in to the sparkling welding surface. The dazzling golden flash made the audience in front of the screen squint their eyes.

"Shaolin Welding Hall has the oldest war welding inheritance in Haitang, which can be traced back to the primitive Shenji period. Master Zhending was able to stand out from millions of unknown welding monks and be awarded the word "Zhen". This honor is more valuable than the true inheritance of many Shaolin branches."

As one of the top sects in Haitang, Shaolin has a lineage that spreads throughout the solar system. Over the past thousand years, it has branched out and spawned countless temples. For example, the Eight-Failure Sect on Jiangning Wuguan Street is a lineage of Vedic Vajra, and has at least 400,000 to 500,000 disciples in the southern states. This is a branch of Shaolin, and it is not a very outstanding one. As for the Shaolin authentic sect, the number of believers and disciples is immeasurable. There are more than a dozen registered satellite fortresses under it, and the monks and soldiers stationed in the temple are even known as the Arhat sequence.

The host said: "There are only about 8,000 masters of the Zhen generation in the Welding Hall today. You should know that there are five-digit Level II Tianguans who are born in Shaolin and registered in Doumu Palace. In other words, the status of Master Zhending in the Shaolin authentic tradition may be higher than that of ordinary Level II Tianguans."

Time passed by minute by minute, and with the last eight minutes approaching, Zhending finally completed the internal welding, but there was still a huge hole in the back armor of the power armor that had not been repaired. He simply used the chassis of several civilian off-road vehicles to barely repair the rusted armor, and removed a six-meter-long power boom from an excavator, pulled out the thick and clumsy cables in it and connected them to the missing traction arm of the engineering armor. Finally, he caught up with the specified time and barely completed the arming.

Many people in the audience couldn't help but murmur, "This is too hasty. I feel that even if we manage to complete the armament, we are unlikely to be a match for them, right?"

"Time is up! All contestants please stop immediately! I repeat again, all contestants please stop immediately..."

"Taoist Master."

Fatty Qian sneaked up to Shukaku and handed her a copy of the odds sheet he had copied, muttering in a low voice: "Master! I have inside information! Someone inside Phoenix Shipbuilding has placed a heavy bet on the player they sponsored to lose."

Shukaku couldn't help but break his vows when he heard that, and looked at the odds numbers with a hesitant expression.

Fatty Qian saw this and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Master, this opportunity is rare and will never come again! I've also placed a bet myself, a full five million baht, I'm sure to win this time!"

Shukaku bit his fingernails as he thought about it, and shook his head slowly: "Ten Excellence, betting on Zhen Ding will win."

Fatty Qian was worried: "Zhen Ding hasn't even finished welding his weapons. I think he's doomed. Besides, Zhen Ding's odds are only 0.3. Even if he wins, he'll only make three times the profit. The sponsored player of Phoenix Shipbuilding is also a seeded player. If there's an upset, he can make more than twice as much."

Shukaku smiled coldly when he heard this: "If you bet based on inside information, you will go bankrupt sooner or later. If you make a mistake, you will lose everything. I rely on my eyesight! Besides, have you ever thought about why the odds are so low? Do you think the dealer is stupid?"

Fatty Qian thought for a moment and nodded: "What the Taoist said makes sense."

After saying that, Shukaku took out ten bright red coins from his sleeves and placed them in front of Fatty Qian.

"Go back quickly."

"okay."

Fatty Qian took Shukaku's coins, ran away happily, and went to ask other audience members in the backstage.

Fu Lemei tilted her head and couldn't help asking, "Master, Ten Excellences is not a small amount. Aren't you afraid that he will take your money and disappear?"

Shukaku waved his hand nonchalantly: "He and I are old acquaintances. He doesn't have the guts."

Sure enough, not long after, Fatty Qian came running back, his chest pocket bulging, and he was holding several large bills in his hands tightly.

He happily wiped the sweat from his neck and handed the red ticket to Shukaku: "Master, this is your ticket."

Gu Yiqiu observed that the bills in Fatty Qian's hand were in two colors: green and red. He curiously asked, "Is there any particularity about the color of the bills?"

Fatty Qian explained, "The green one is the native currency of Jin Moli, the Jasmine Baht, guaranteed by Jin Moli's Royal Bank, and the red one is the Universe Excellence, guaranteed by McDonald's Citibank Board of Directors. It was only changed in the past two years, and it wasn't so troublesome before."

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, followed by thunderous cheers. Everyone turned their heads subconsciously. Thick black smoke rose high. Even if you didn't look at the screen, you could see it clearly with the naked eye.

The mottled engineering power armor stood tall in the thick smoke, the sealed bubble helmet reflected Zhending's tough features, his powerful electrocardiogram was like a golden lamp before a Buddha, and the crooked and colorful armor not only did not look ugly, but instead showed a rough sense of power.

The six-meter-long khaki crane arm was angled upward, pointing to the sky curtain board, on which was sprayed the words of an unknown Guxing Heavy Industry. The edgeless hammer column kept buzzing, and with the hammer column as the starting point, various broken parts and scrap iron sheets formed a cone-shaped spray and scattered all over the ground.

Right below the crane arm was a half-complete crawler machine, with black smoke rising. A disheveled figure in protective clothing finally rolled off the machine after a long time. He held onto the crawler and trembled for a long time without being able to stand up. He had no choice but to roll over on the ground, peel off the cracked helmet on his face, revealing a pale face covered in blood. "I give up."

The angle of Zhending's strike with the flat hammer was very precise, and the heavy hammer almost grazed the driver's scalp. No one was killed, but judging from the opponent's expression, he was obviously frightened.

Ding Ziang, who was already waiting in the waiting room, had a solemn expression on his face. He knew that if he faced Zhending in this round, his outcome would probably not be much better than that of this unlucky guy.

"The True Teachings of Subduing the Dragon, Shaking the Sea and Supporting the Sky."

Gu Yi Qiu has a good eye.

"Shaolin's unique magic machine maneuver? This requires a master-level dragon-subduing ability..."

Some candidates were whispering.

"I've already told you that you are too rigid in your views."

Shukaku hugged his shoulders. He was one of the few spectators with a calm expression.

"A monk who graduated from Shaolin Welding Hall must have participated in the welding of the universe's divine machine before he is qualified to receive the word of truth. If you rely on power and quality, you can win by welding a bloated lump at random. Why does the king level have to be designed in a humanoid form?"

She waved her white and tender fingers at Fatty Qian, who also had a surprised look on his face: "Win! Win! This is called vision, not hearsay."

Fatty Qian gave a thumbs-up with a big smile on his face and complimented, "The Taoist priest is indeed very good."

"Humph."

The battles in the other three venues were in full swing. The sponsored player from Menge Energy indeed welded out a behemoth of nearly 50 tons. However, the opponent also woke up halfway, removed the redundant weapons, began to reinstall the suspension armor and power engine, and finally welded out a deformed tank of more than 20 tons. However, due to insufficient power, the two players started bumper cars in the venue and it was difficult to tell them apart for a while.

"Well, I have to interrupt with some sad news."

The host's tone was a little strange: "The contestant Bopoti, who was sponsored by Phoenix Shipbuilding, selected eight scrapped battery packs, but failed to use the finished weapons at all, which caused waste. After negotiations with Bopoti, the organizer finally ruled that Bopoti's weapon operation was unqualified and he was disqualified from the competition. His opponent, Ms. Lu Xiaoping, who was sponsored by Tuanguopin, won this round. Bopoti was the third place in the last Fanqi Cup competition. I didn't expect him to be eliminated in the semi-finals this time. It can only be said that fate is playing tricks on people."

The whole place was in uproar, many people waved their colorful lottery tickets and cursed, but Fatty Qian clapped his hands and laughed: "Master, it seems that hearsay is not without merit."

Shukaku shrugged and said nothing.

Jie Yan, on the other hand, raised his head and did some calculations in his mind for a while, then said in amazement, "One million Jasmine Baht for one Universe You... Taoist Principal, Mr. Qian's capital is less than yours, but he won more money than you."

"What do you know? I'm being steady!"

Taoist Shukaku's eyes widened: "How long can you win by relying on inside information? Water does not compete for the first place, but for its continuous flow! Have you ever learned mathematical expectation? If you always think about the upset, sooner or later you will lose all your money..."

Fatty Qian was not angry, but took the initiative to smooth things over: "Master Shukaku has bought orders from me more than once or twice, and he has almost never failed. I have made a lot of money every time I followed his lead. Otherwise, where would I get the capital of several million baht?"

After hearing him say that, Shukaku's expression looked a little better.

Before Jie Yan could say something else, the huge explosion drowned out his voice and the firelight illuminated the faces of everyone present.

It turned out to be a sponsored player of Boston God Machine. This old man who looked like he jumped out of the ancient rose mythology was extremely crazy. He actually welded a large-caliber cannon barrel, and made cannonballs with the help of the collected electric-sensitive gunpowder. He did not care whether he would be hurt by mistake or not. After the countdown was over, he fired directly. Magnificent fireworks bloomed on the field one after another. The opponent's thick machine was clumsy and was blown to the ground. Finally, the machine lost its kinetic energy and the man was put on the emergency stretcher.

By now, three groups of people have already decided the winners in the venue that was divided into four parts, and only the pair of giant brothers are still playing bumper cars. The audience was very excited at first, but soon lost interest and began to boo.

After about twenty minutes, the player sponsored by Menge Energy relied on his larger body tonnage and better physical fitness to win the game with a bruised face. Judging from the way he walked, his internal injuries must be serious.

“You’ll know in the second half!”

Shukaku rolled up his sleeves and secretly made up his mind that he would make a big bet in the second half to make the little monk Jieyan shut up.