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Just take that battle against the Four Madmen of Quanxing last time, Gao Ning used the Twelve Labors of Passion Formation to make him look so pathetic...

If it weren't for some of the Four Madmen of Quanxing slacking off and others running away... he really wouldn't have been able to kill that old bald monk Gao Ning.

of course.

If Gao Ning had known that two of his teammates were slacking off and not contributing, and the only one contributing was just observing from the sidelines, he probably would have died with his eyes wide open in disbelief. It wasn't that the opponents were too strong, but that there was a traitor among his teammates!

...

But how do we cultivate our character?

Zhou Fengliu stroked his chin, thought for two seconds, and then realized that this problem couldn't be solved in the short term.

...

After a moment.

On the field where Yi Baihu was competing, Zhou Fengliu had just arrived when he saw Zhang Chulan take off his black cloak and cover the head of the last opponent, kicking him repeatedly.

"Holy crap, what is this thing?!"

"The successor of the Qi Body Source Stream! Do you have absolutely no shame?!"

"shameless!"

Zhang Chulan's outrageous actions immediately drew a barrage of curses from the audience. However, Zhang Chulan showed no shame and even waved his hand at the audience.

This series of actions has further damaged his public image...

"Brother Liu? How did I do just now?" Zhang Chulan came down from the stage and saw Feng Baobao and Zhou Fengliu.

"I didn't see the whole thing, I only saw the scene where you were shameless," Zhou Fengliu said.

"When you're in the martial world, you're not in control of your own destiny. If I don't do it this way, the three of them will gang up on me and beat me up." Zhang Chulan said that he had to hide his skills and not reveal his methods.

"Fine, Zhang Chulan, I'm impressed."

On the other side, the Feng siblings also came over. Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan watched Zhang Chulan's entire match. As for Zhang's performance, Feng Xingtong could only say that it was very impressive and unique.

"Hehe, as long as we win, that's all that matters," Zhang Chulan replied.

"I heard something happened on your end?" Feng Shayan asked Zhou Fengliu.

“What do you mean by causing trouble? It’s just a normal sparring match. How about yours?” Zhou Fengliu retorted.

“Easy peasy.” Feng Shayan paused for a moment: “As long as we don’t run into those favorites to win the championship, there won’t be any major problems.”

"What if you run into Big Brother?" Feng Xingtong interjected when she heard her older sister bragging.

“Then I’ll…” Feng Shayan answered subconsciously, then realized that the question was asked by her own younger brother. She turned around and glared at Feng Xingtong.

"You jinx! Hurry up and go compete."

"Okay, okay..." Feng Xingtong smiled as he left, instructing the others not to come and watch his match.

After leaving Zhou Fengliu and the others, Feng Shayan stroked her chin and muttered to herself, "Hmm... I shouldn't be this unlucky."

“Indeed, I also hope I don’t run into my older brother.” That’s what Feng Xingtong thought.

...

On Zhou Fengliu's side, Xu San and Xu Si called them and asked them to go to the competition venue to watch the game.

"You're here." Xu Si greeted them as they approached.

"Hmm, was there anything exciting about this match?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"It's nothing, I just asked you to come and watch the next game."

"Next game?"

“Oh, the Vermilion Bird of Bing, the battle with Zhuge Qing…” Xu Si said slowly.

"The match between Group B (Azure Serpent) has ended. Next up is Group C (Vermilion Bird)!"

As the voices of the Celestial Master's Mansion disciples rang out, Zhuge Qing and the other three entered the competition venue, and the competition soon began.

As with other matches featuring favorites to win, Zhuge Qing was immediately surrounded and attacked by the other three players.

...

P.S.: The rating is out, 5.9. I know my writing isn't very good, but it's... too outrageous.

Woo woo woo.

The humble author is saddened online.

Chapter 55 Try it and you'll die! (First update)

Faced with the three's attack, Zhuge Qing seemed to have mastered the art of movement, dodging all the attacks one by one. In the end, he even reversed the opponent's tactics, defeating them with his own.

This move completely stunned Zhang Chulan.

"Bing Zhuque, Zhuge Qingsheng!"

As the referee announced the result, Xu Si clicked his tongue and said, "This Zhuge Qing is really not easy to deal with..."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Zhou Fengliu beside him: "Little Zhou, go, go and take care of this Zhuge Qing..."

"Huh?" Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Me?"

...

After watching Zhuge Qing's match, Zhou Fengliu, Zhang Chulan, and the others headed to the next competition venue. They had only gone halfway when they saw two people arguing in the distance.

"Damn it, Linglong is gone, and now I have no one to go all in!" Canglong was very frustrated. He never expected that Lu Linglong would be eliminated so quickly.

"You fatso, if you don't have that little girl, you can vote for someone else, like Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing, or that Zhou Fengliu..." He was speaking to a girl with purple hair named Bai Shixue.

"Don't mention Zhou Fengliu to me... I'm his sworn enemy!"

Hearing someone mention Zhou Fengliu again, Zhang Chulan pricked up his ears and listened for a couple of minutes. When he heard the phrase "sworn enemies," he turned to Zhou Fengliu and said:

"Brother Liu, listen to this..."

Hearing the commotion, both Canglong and Bai Shixue turned their gazes over. When they saw Zhou Fengliu, Canglong's chubby face was completely dumbfounded.

"You fatso...you're doomed." Bai Shixue looked like she was about to watch a good show.

"I..." Canglong coughed lightly, "What's so bad about me? What I just said was that Zhou Fengliu is truly worthy of his name, I want to watch his matches every day!"

Canglong retracted a message and then showered him with compliments.

This is not cowardice.

This comes from the heart.

"You changed your tune so quickly!" Bai Shixue called out to Zhang Chulan and the others, "Come on, Zhang Chulan, how about making some extra money?"

"Money?" Upon hearing this word, Zhou Fengliu became interested. He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a betting platform in the original novel's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

"What is it?" Zhang Chulan asked.

"Hey." Bai Shixue waved the tablet in her hand, which displayed information about the participants and odds for each competition.

"This is Fatty's website for collecting information on extraordinary people. I've set up betting odds for this tournament on it. You can bet on whoever you think will win, or even bet on yourself."

After listening to Bai Shixue's introduction, Zhang Chulan glanced at his odds and found that his odds were frighteningly high, while Zhou Fengliu's odds were one to one.

"Damn, the odds between me and Brother Liu are so ridiculously different?" Zhang Chulan said, noting that the gap was quite large.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it, your performance in the first match was just too explosive," Canglong interjected. "Right now, nobody thinks highly of you."

"How much can you make at most with this betting platform?" Zhou Fengliu asked at this moment.

"Um... a few million shouldn't be a problem, but that's about it. After all, it's just a small game between juniors..." Bai Shixue said, indicating that her hand was too small to withstand an all-in bet.

"Is that so?" Zhou Fengliu nodded upon hearing this, then looked at Zhang Chulan beside him.

Ok.

I don't know if this counts as income from work?

Zhou Fengliu wanted to go all in on Zhang Chulan, since he knew the original plot and his bets were unlikely to be wrong.

"Brother Liu, the way you're looking at me... I have a bad feeling about this." Zhang Chulan swallowed hard when he saw Zhou Fengliu staring at him.

"It's alright, it's alright." Zhou Feng smiled kindly.

...

"All winning groups, please assemble!"

"All winning groups, please assemble!"

Not long after, everyone heard the broadcast and gathered at the open space where the draw had taken place that morning. The number of contestants had been reduced to thirty-two after rounds of elimination.

As the setting sun cast its last rays, the old Celestial Master stood atop a high platform. Beside him was a wooden table with a conspicuous red box for drawing lots, where everyone had just taken turns drawing their lots.

"Thank you all for your hard work. The first round of the competition is now complete. There are thirty-two winners."

The old Celestial Master stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the crowd below the stage, and seeing that everyone had slips of paper in their hands, he continued:

"The next match will be one-on-one. The name on the slip of paper you draw now will be your opponent in the next round."

As the old master explained the competition rules, Zhou Fengliu glanced at the slip of paper in his hand, on which three large characters were faintly visible.