From the fusion of Tongbei Quan to the Longevity Martial Saint

Fang Qing, who hadn't paid much attention to the betting odds before, suddenly narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and looked up abruptly:

"One against ten? What exactly does that mean?"

"Simple."

Kuang Shisan scratched his chin with the edge of the draft paper. "It means starting from your current position, which is 98th, you have to challenge and defeat the ten people ranked ahead of you in a row. If you can do it, the bookmaker will give you a tenfold return."

Fang Qing's breathing became heavier and heavier, his chest rising and falling slightly.

He desperately needs cultivation resources, especially Qi Gathering Pills that can be directly converted into physical strength!

This is like someone handing you a pillow just as you're about to doze off!

Without hesitation, he took out a simple little wooden box from the inner pocket of his body. Inside, there was only a pill the size of a longan, with a lustrous color and a faint medicinal fragrance.

This is all he currently owns, and his only Qi Gathering Pill.

"I'm betting on myself to successfully defeat all ten, and I'm betting on this Qi Gathering Pill. If I win, will I get all ten?"

Fang Qing's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

Kuang Shisan shrugged, his tone casual:

"That's the rule, so it's correct. However, after deducting your original one, you only actually have nine extra. Fang Qing, let me remind you, every newcomer to the preparatory camp gets itchy when they see the high odds of winning ten in one go. But looking back over the past three years, who has actually succeeded in doing it and truly gotten the reward..."

He paused, then a smug smile spread across his face, and he tapped his chest with his thumb in the opposite direction:

"I'm the only one. Kid, don't let greed cloud your judgment."

Kuang Shisan wanted to see Fang Qing's hesitant or shocked expression again, but Fang Qing had no patience to listen at all.

The next moment, the Qi Gathering Pill, still warm from his body, was shoved directly into his hand.

"How do I complete the betting procedures? Can I just hand them over to you, or do I need to go through that iron pipe?" Fang Qing asked crisply, his eyes blazing.

Kuang Shisan's prepared boastful remarks were abruptly cut off.

He frowned, and the noodles immediately went cold, the nonchalant smile from before vanishing without a trace.

He stared at Fang Qing for two seconds, then shook his head helplessly, his tone turning indifferent:

"Fine. When you start your challenge later, I hope you can still maintain this arrogant and ignorant attitude."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked back to the iron pipe, stretched out his fingers, and started tapping it with a more complicated and faster rhythm, "tap tap tap, tap tap, tap tap tap tap..."

Iron pipes obviously have good sound transmission characteristics, and these knocking sounds can be transmitted to the control center in a specific form along the pipe network.

After about a dozen breaths, a series of faint metallic echoes of varying lengths came from the other end of the iron pipe, which seemed to be some kind of confirmation signal.

After receiving the pill, Kuang Shisan pursed his lips and carefully placed Fang Qing's Qi Gathering Pill inside the iron pipe.

Then, he channeled a supple yet powerful force into his palm and gently pushed the tube opening from a distance.

With a soft "poof," an invisible wave of energy surged into the pipe, propelling the Qi-gathering pill swiftly along the deep, winding pipe to the other end, where it vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, the bet has been placed and cannot be withdrawn."

Kuang Shisan clapped his hands, turned around, his gaze refocused on Fang Qing, and a signature, ruthless smile curled at the corner of his mouth once more:

"However, before that..."

He twisted his neck again, his shoulder blades twitched, and his joints made a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds. His aura suddenly became dangerous, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

"You'll have to get past me first. Even though beating you up now only has odds of 1 to 5, meaning you won't win much, but..." A look of mockery mixed with malice flashed in Kuang Shisan's eyes:

"I'd be happy to!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his left foot hard on the ground, the floor made a muffled thud, and his figure shot towards Fang Qing like an arrow, his five fingers forming a claw, with a sharp whooshing sound, aiming straight for Fang Qing's shoulder!

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch Fang Qing's clothes...

Fang Qing casually shrugged and flicked his shoulder, the movement small but precise, and landed on Kuang Shisan's wrist, unleashing a clever yet fierce force!

Kuang Shisan's forward momentum was abruptly deflected, causing him to stagger to the side and back, and his outstretched arm was also knocked away.

"We'll talk about it when I get back."

Fang Qing's voice was calm and even, as if the previous action was as easy as brushing away dust.

Time is of the essence! Only by completing the "one-through-ten" feat as soon as possible can those ten Qi Gathering Pills truly be secured!

One Qi Gathering Pill can provide a full 150 stamina points, and ten pills will provide 1500 points!

This is enough to boost his strength significantly in a short period of time! How could he possibly miss such an opportunity?

At that moment, Fang Qing didn't hesitate for a second, and he didn't even bother to go through the door. He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, and his arm muscles bulged instantly, the sound of blood and qi flowing under his skin faintly audible.

Immediately, he lowered his stance and, without any fancy moves, slammed his fist into the wall between his room and room 97!

Boom!!!

A deafening explosion erupted, and the solid brick wall, like a cookie struck by a giant hammer, instantly cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures centered on the fist. Countless fragments of stone and dust rained down, revealing an irregularly shaped hole large enough for one person to pass through!

Fragments flew everywhere, hitting the furniture in the room with a crackling sound, and dust filled the air.

Fang Qing didn't even frown. He crouched down and crawled through the hole, stepping into room 97 next door.

"Who?!"

"What do you want to do?! Huh!"

The reserve members in room 97 were clearly stunned by the sudden attack that breached the wall. Their panicked questions turned into short screams and then stopped abruptly.

The room was filled with the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, and a few low groans of pain.

Fang Qing didn't even glance at his roommate next door, who had been knocked unconscious by his punch and was now slumped on the bedside. His gaze was already fixed on the wall on the other side of the room.

That's the direction leading to room 96.

boom!!!

Another powerful punch! The wall opened up again!

Room 96 was empty and simply furnished.

Fang Qing didn't stop, like a human wall-breaking machine, passing straight through the room and rushing towards the next wall.

boom!!!

A large hole appeared in the wall of room 95.

This time, the people inside reacted a little faster, letting out a roar amidst the flying dust:

"Enemy attack?! Who's got the guts... Kid, you've got guts! Daring to charge in like this?!"

A roar accompanied by a swift and powerful punch!

The members of Room 95 were clearly no pushovers; in their shock and anger, they launched a counterattack!

Fang Qing neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the incoming fist head-on with his own straight punch! The two fists collided in mid-air without any fancy moves!

Bang! ! !

A dull, resounding crash, like the sound of leather being struck, echoed through the narrow room, and the shockwave overturned a water glass on the table.

A faint cracking sound could be heard.

"Ah!" A piercing scream replaced the roar. The member of room 95 staggered backward, clutching his arms, his face pale, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Fang Qing, unable to utter another harsh word.

Fang Qing withdrew his fist; his knuckles were slightly red, but there was no visible injury.

He remained expressionless and continued turning to the next wall...

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