Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 81 The Bet (Seeking monthly votes and favorites)
"Yang thunder and Yin thunder are of the same origin." He spoke softly, his tone devoid of any boastfulness, only a natural calmness.

"I'm not just doing this to beat you..."

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, and lightning flowed into it.

"...I am doing this to transcend Ray himself."

As the lightning dissipated, a figure slowly rose onto the arena.

Chu Ning stood amidst the wind and thunder, his figure tall and slender, his skin seemingly forged from lightning, flowing with electric patterns of interwoven gold, white, and dark blue. Yang lightning was like daytime, and Yin lightning was like nighttime; the two polarities of lightning surrounded him, yet they did not clash. Instead, they were like the two phenomena of heaven and earth, harmoniously coexisting within him as one.

With the rusty knife in hand, lightning condensed on the blade, no longer hissing and raging, but quiet and heavy, like thunderbolts sunk in the deep sea. Once unleashed, it would cause mountains and rivers to collapse and gods and demons to tremble in fear.

His golden eyes were no longer simply fiery, but carried a captivating calm, much like the thunderclouds before a storm—quiet because destruction was inevitable.

Suddenly, he took a step forward.

The heavens and earth fell silent, and even thunder disappeared.

The next instant, a streak of sword light slashed down, carrying the intent of dual-polar lightning, and suddenly tore a deep gash several feet deep on the arena!
"boom--!"

The disciples watching around the arena gasped and retreated in shock. The once indestructible Thunder Rock Terrace cracked under his single strike.

"What kind of lightning technique is this... what level of cultivation is this...?"

"His blade was like lightning splitting mountains and rivers!"

"The fierceness of Yang Thunder and the unpredictability of Yin Thunder can actually merge within his body... Is he a human or a god?"

As Chu Ning slowly sheathed his sword, the lightning energy behind him transformed into a lightning dragon and a lightning phoenix, entwining and dancing around him. The crowd could no longer contain their shock and exclaimed in unison outside the arena.

An old man's pupils contracted, and his voice trembled: "That sword technique... don't you think... it's very similar to the Thunder Lord recorded in ancient books?"

Those who heard this were shocked.

"Lei Zun? You mean Lei Zhenzi, the first-rank expert from three hundred years ago who 'opened the Thunder Prison with one slash and destroyed ten thousand sects with lightning'?"

“Indeed! Lei Zun wields thunder like fire, using yang to break yin, yet he can cut open the life force within yin thunder. That battle left behind the name of Lei Zun, and no one has been able to succeed him since. But this Chu Ning… his blade is as yang as fire, and his thunder combines the transformations of yin and yang… that blade just now, breaking out from the ‘Thunder Prison Raging Waves,’ seemed to be ‘comprehending thunder through killing, and transforming into a god through thunder.’”

"His lightning... is not of a single attribute, but rather a combination of yin and yang, with stillness within movement, and gentleness within strength. The thunderous energy is layered and continuous, like the convergence of the extremes of thunder—"

"...And his strike was not just a chop of lightning, it was as if it was cleaving through all things and shattering the heavenly Dao, the origin of his swordsmanship was close to the Dao itself."

"We mere mortals have witnessed the rise of a new king."

Just as everyone's hearts were pounding, a core disciple from the Heavenly Thunder Sect murmured, his voice not loud, but like a thunderclap falling from a clear sky:
"Thunderous Extreme...Sword Lord".

After the four words were spoken, silence fell over the surroundings.

The next moment, countless eyes turned to the white-haired youth on the arena, who resembled a god of war amidst thunder.

Thunder Blade Master!
Thunder is the ultimate force, the sword is the supreme ruler. A single word sealed the fate of the entire audience.

From this day forward, Chu Ning's name, along with these four characters, will be recorded in the legends of the arena.

As the blade rose, thunder roared like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale.

Chu Ning slashed down with his sword, and lightning poured out like a tsunami, instantly engulfing Lu Canglei.

"boom--!"

The lightning exploded, like a divine punishment descending upon the world, causing the disciples in all directions to turn pale and their blood to surge.

As the light faded, Lu Canglei was already kneeling on the ground, his breath dissipated, his consciousness collapsed, and he fell into a coma.

The arena was silent, save for the echoing wind and thunder, as if the wrath of the gods lingered and did not dissipate.

"In the 121st match, Chu Ning wins!"

"One hundred and twenty-four points, firmly in first place!"

As the verdict was announced, the entire arena fell silent. Everyone stared at the figure standing in the center of the ring, leaning on his sword, their hearts pounding, speechless.

Below the stage, over a hundred broken weapons were piled up like a mountain, reflecting the blood-red setting sun on the horizon, like battlefield inscriptions, bearing witness to the carnage of today.

The elder in charge of the arena slowly entered the arena and announced in a deep voice: "It is getting dark. Today's arena battle ends here."

"Tomorrow, let's continue the challenge!"

His voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, awakened everyone's minds.

Immediately, the entire stadium erupted like a tidal wave, a deafening roar breaking through the twilight and soaring into the sky.

Chu Ning, however, did not move.

He still stood silently in the setting sun, the afterglow like blood, his robes fluttering, his rusty sword resting on the ground, like a silent statue of a war god.

He didn't need to say anything more; Thunder had already said everything for him.

The outcome of that day, along with that earth-shattering blade of light, was deeply etched into the hearts and souls of everyone present. Around the arena, the spectators had not yet left, their eyes fixed intently on the silent figure in the arena.

They witnessed the rise of a prodigy, the transformation of thunder into blades, and the stubborn, unyielding lone youth ascending to the altar amidst bloodshed and cheers.

At that moment, a snow-white figure gracefully leaped down from the high platform. Her slender figure billowed, and her skirt rippled like snow waves, exuding an undeniable elegance that drew countless gazes.

Xie Mingli was draped in a plain white gauze dress embroidered with subtle gold patterns. Her waist was slender as a willow, and her long legs were straight and graceful. Her demeanor was elegant yet her steps were steady, like a procession arriving. Her pale skin, illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, resembled jade and snow. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, without a single flaw, but her phoenix eyes were sharp and piercing, cold as frost.

She calmly walked onto the stage, a faint fragrance wafting in the breeze. Her steps were neither fast nor slow, yet they silenced the crowd, and all eyes were fixed on her.

It was as if, at this moment, the entire world shone with her radiance.

Many of the talented students in the audience involuntarily straightened their backs. Some looked fascinated, some had burning desire in their eyes, and many more simply stared intently.

Feng Jin of Li Huo Palace narrowed her eyes slightly, the core disciples of Li Huo Palace clenched their fists and trembled slightly, even the usually arrogant Jiang Rushuang of Tianjian Sect couldn't help but murmur softly, "This woman, if she were a Daoist partner..."

But she didn't look at anyone.

Xie Mingli's gaze remained fixed solely on Chu Ning from beginning to end.

She stopped in front of him, looking down at the bloodstains on his sleeves. Her phoenix eyes were sharp as knives, but her fingers lightly brushed over the bloodstains. Her voice was as cold as the first snowfall: "Showing off?"

Chu Ning raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, she was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

His movements were decisive and without hesitation, as if he were already used to being in control of the whole situation.

With a slight movement of her white sleeves, an icy crystal pill slipped between her fingers, its chill emanating from it. She forcefully shoved the pill into his mouth, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Made from the cold marrow of Mount Beiman, it can suppress the reversal of qi and blood."

Suddenly, a voice jeered from below the stage: "The Martial Marquis's Pearl personally delivered the pill; this is blatant cheating!"

The moment the words fell, Xie Mingli turned her head coldly. She didn't move, but her gaze shifted slightly, a cold glint flashing within, like a snow blade at her throat. The black-armored guards from the Marquis of Wu's mansion who had come with her took a half step forward in unison, their iron boots pounding the ground and their armor clanging, as if thunder were crashing down.

The person who had been jeering immediately turned pale, his voice stopped abruptly, he almost knelt down, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and he didn't say another word.

Xie Mingli turned around again, her elegance undiminished, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of her eyes.

"Seventy more matches?" Her tone suddenly rose, her eyes filled with a frosty smile that was captivating, and the corners of her lips curved into a sly arc.

"How about I set up a betting pool for you?" She lightly tapped Chu Ning's chest with her fingertip, her tone suddenly lowering slightly, her voice carrying a hint of teasing and allure: "I'll bet on you, and you'll get out unscathed."

"The wager is... that I, Xie Mingli, will personally pour the wine."

boom!
The entire audience erupted in uproar; the atmosphere was almost explosive.

Some were stunned, some paled, and many more gasped for breath. The radiant jewel of the Marquis of Wu's mansion, the pride of heaven, the most beautiful woman in the city, had actually set up a bet in public for one person.

This was not just a gamble, but a gamble with the prestige of the entire Xie family. More importantly, she was willing to personally pour wine for this young man.

Those ambitious geniuses' expressions changed drastically. The smile of the true disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect froze on his lips. Feng Jin of the Li Huo Palace's eyes darkened. The young master of the Iron Sword Sect gritted his teeth. The successor of the Green Lotus Valley simply left his seat in anger.

Xie Mingli, however, didn't care at all. She only had eyes for Chu Ning.

Everyone was astonished, but Chu Ning stood calmly.

He gazed into her eyes, which were forcedly nonchalant for a fleeting moment, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Her lips curved into a smile, yet her eyelashes trembled slightly. It was nervousness, unease, and an unprecedented seriousness.

Chu Ning suddenly laughed. His voice was low, a sigh that wasn't quite a sigh: "...Not enough."

Everyone was shocked again, and they all gasped in surprise.

He leaned down slightly, his lips close to her ear, his voice so low that only she could hear: "I heard you buried a jar of ten-year-old plum wine."

"If I win a total of 190 games, I wonder... if I could have a good drink?"

Xie Mingli shuddered, her ear tips turning a bright red.

That jar of plum wine was brewed by her own hands ten years ago. When she sealed the jar, she only said one sentence: "In the future, only my husband can drink it."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly; though her heart was in turmoil, she didn't utter a single word. She merely averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes directly.

But her silence spoke louder than a thousand words.

She acquiesced.

On the arena, all eyes were on them. And between them, a private bet had already been made.

She staked all her favor and the prestige of her household on Chu Ning, hoping he would kill her.

Amidst the rising wind and thunder, no one dared to laugh below the arena.

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