The ultimate master in the city

Zhou Fengchen pushed through the crowd to go in, but was beaten to it by another bald, tall, thin man. This bald, tall, thin man looked very thin, but his arms were extremely thick, giving him a strong and brute force appearance.

Li Ziming brushed a strand of hair aside and said, "The monk Huiyang from Mount Wutai has made his move. Is the bookmaker Zhang Hu going to lose now?"

Li Canrong's eyes darted around, and he asked Zhou Fengchen, "Brother, do you think the house will win this time, or will the monk win?"

Looking at the two men gripping each other's hands and wrestling, Zhou Fengchen said with absolute certainty, "The house wins!"

Li Ziming and the other person exchanged a glance. "Are you sure? What's your basis for saying that?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "Most people would be exhausted after two arm wrestling matches. This organizer dares to set up a challenge and accept an endless number of challenges, which means he must have some kind of skill he's confident in. Judging from his physique and aura, he must be practicing some kind of internal energy cultivation technique that allows for continuous arm wrestling. It's very pure and profound, and he doesn't seem to be fatigued yet. As for this monk, he looks very strong and assertive on the surface, but his eyes are cloudy and his arms are somewhat weak. He may have been drained by alcohol and women. I'm certain that the monk will have a slight advantage at the beginning, but he won't last thirty seconds and will definitely lose."

Li Ziming and Li Canrong exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of horror in each other's eyes. This guy in the leather jacket had a sharp eye; Zhuang Jia Zhang Hu did indeed practice internal energy cultivation to enhance strength, and the monk Huiyang's lifestyle was indeed not very proper.

As the group was talking, the monk in the arena had already bent the dealer's arm, and the surrounding audience couldn't help but cheer. Even the monk himself became excited, as if he was about to win.

However, a few seconds later, the dealer smiled slightly and reversed the outcome, causing the monk to break out in a cold sweat.

Li Ziming and Li Canrong exchanged another glance. The guy in the leather jacket's words were starting to come true. They silently counted, "Three, two, one!"

Snapped!

The monk indeed lost, his face flushed red, he took out his money, slammed it on the table, and walked away covering his face.

Li Ziming gave Zhou Fengchen a thumbs up, "Awesome, brother!"

Li Canrong also said, "I admire you."

Zhou Fengchen smiled but didn't say anything.

The man who ran the gambling den took the money, chuckled, and said, "Anyone else want to play? That's a thousand yuan a time now."

He had won many games in a row, and the people around him, after considering the odds, probably couldn't beat him either, so they hesitated and didn't dare to go up.

At this moment, Zhou Fengchen suddenly asked Li Ziming and Li Canrong, "Are you two rich?"

The two were taken aback. "Yes, what do you mean?"

Zhou Fengchen touched his nose and said, "How about we make a bet?"

Li Ziming smiled and asked, "How do we bet?"

Zhou Fengchen's eyes lit up as he said, "I'll go, I'll take him down in five seconds, you believe me?"

Li Ziming and his companion sized him up. He wasn't particularly tall or fat, and didn't seem like a big shot. But perception and strength are two different things. They said in unison, "We don't believe it!"

Zhou Fengchen said, "Then let's make a bet of ten thousand yuan, are you in?"

Li Canrong said, "So you mean... if you beat him in five seconds, we'll pay you ten thousand yuan?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "That's right! Are you willing to bet?"

Li Ziming frowned. "You're not one of his shills, are you?"

Zhou Fengchen scoffed, "The person who could get me to act as a shill hasn't spoken up yet."

Li Canrong gritted his teeth, "Fine! I'll do it! I refuse to believe it!"

"All done!" Zhou Fengchen pushed through the crowd and walked in, sitting down imposingly at one of the tables. "I'll do it!"

The crowd blinked. All the competitors were tall, strong men, so why was a "shorty" coming up? They couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The dealer, Zhang Hu, glanced at Zhou Fengchen but didn't take it seriously. Like a shrewd businessman, he forced a smile and said, "Sure! Sure!"

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand, "Let's change the rules. How much will you pay me if I defeat you in five seconds?"

"Huh?" Not only was the farmer stunned, but the onlookers were also stunned.

Isn't this guy a bit too arrogant?

Li Ziming and Li Canrong, standing in the crowd, watched intently, suddenly feeling inexplicably nervous. This guy really meant what he said!

The dealer then said, "Brother! Don't talk big! I may not be good at much else, but I do have some brute strength. I wouldn't dare say I'll win all the time, but I can't possibly lose in five seconds."

Zhou Fengchen blinked. "Why all the fuss? Just pay up if you win or lose, isn't that enough?"

The man who was booked gritted his teeth, held out his hand, and said, "Come on! Beat me in five seconds, and I'll give you five thousand!"

"Okay!" Zhou Fengchen also extended his hand, and the two shook hands.

One pair of hands was thin and small, the other pair was fat and large. When they were clasped together and compared, it seemed that it was easy to tell who was stronger and who was weaker. The key point was that the weaker one was talking big. When the audience saw this, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

However, the moment Zhuang Jiahan grasped Zhou Fengchen's hand, his expression changed. He was too honest and too steady, giving him the feeling of a mountain.

"start!"

As Zhou Fengchen spoke, the two began to grapple with each other.

The dealer was determined to finish the fight quickly, so he went all out, but it was as if he was holding onto a wall; his opponent's hand didn't budge an inch!

Zhou Fengchen smiled as if he hadn't exerted any effort, and even had the leisure to count, "Five, four..."

"Hehe..." Li Ziming and Li Canrong in the crowd gave a nervous, dry laugh, not knowing what they were laughing at.

"One!" Zhou Fengchen exerted force with his hand and snapped it open.

"Snapped!"

"Bang!"

The man who was playing the dealer had his hand slammed onto the table, and then he was sent flying.

"Uh!" The audience blinked and fell silent.

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Li Ziming and Li Canrong both turned pale.

"Are you alright?" Zhou Fengchen walked over to the farmer, smiled, and reached out to help him up.

The man who ran the bet turned pale and then red, gritted his teeth, got up, pulled out five thousand yuan, and shoved it into Zhou Fengchen's hand. "A bet's a bet!"

"Thanks!" Zhou Fengchen took the money and stuffed it into his bag. He walked up to Li Ziming and the other man, holding out his hand. "Where's my money?"

Li Ziming and his companion were both embarrassed and frustrated. They took out their money and counted it—oh no! A little over seven thousand yuan, not enough!

Li Canrong chuckled dryly, "Look..."

Zhou Fengchen grabbed the money and counted it. "We're still short two thousand eight. If you don't have it, you can borrow it from someone."

"Uh!" The two of them were completely dumbfounded.

Just then, Zhou Fengchen glanced casually at the inn where he was staying and saw that Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi had returned. He quickly said, "Go and borrow money quickly. I'll come find you two later."

He turned and left, leaving the two of them bewildered in the crowd.

Zhou Fengchen hurried back to the inn and caught up with Zhang Shisan and Monk Yuanzhi in the corridor.

The two were overjoyed to see him. "Haha, you're awake!"

"You're awake!" Zhou Fengchen nodded, pulled out the money he'd won, and said, "I just went out for an arm wrestling match and some betting and won some money. Pretty cool, huh?"

Zhang Shisan and his companion's eyes lit up. "Wow! That's a lot! That's amazing! Where did you win? Let's go win some too!"

"Alright, this is boring. Oh, right!" Zhou Fengchen said, pulling the two to the window and pointing to Li Ziming and his companion shaking their heads and sighing as they left in the crowd not far away. "Those two guys with the compass and longsword still owe me over two thousand. Let's go ask them for it later!"

Zhang Shisan looked in the direction he was pointing and couldn't help but exclaim "Damn!"

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