Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Cough cough cough! Senior Sister Nangong, that's not necessarily true....!"

Coughing up several mouthfuls of blood again, Lu Xiaoxiang raised her delicate hand with a trembling hand, then pointed to Nangong Yan's feet opposite her, her tone full of meaning.

"What?!"

Upon hearing the sound, Nangong Yan lowered her head, her expression changing drastically, and she froze on the spot.

All that could be seen beneath his feet was a grassy clearing, not only far from the boundary of the arena, but also quite far away, by several feet!

According to the rules of the academy competition, if either of the two competitors falls off the stage, they will be judged to have lost!

"You, how could you...!"

Nangong Yan still looked incredulous.

After all, she not only suppressed Lu Xiaoxiang throughout the battle, but also severely injured her, almost rendering her unable to fight back. However, she lost the match because she fell off the ring, which was a classic O. Henry ending!

"No way, Senior Sister Nangong actually lost?!"

"This is so unlucky! How did Senior Sister Nangong suddenly fall off the stage at such a crucial moment...!"

"It's all over! I just bet everything I had, and I even bet on Senior Sister Nangong to win. Now it's all gone...!"

"Damn it! I should have stuck with Brother Lu and bet against him. All the contribution points I worked so hard to accumulate are gone in one go today...!"

Seeing Nangong Yan lose the match, not only were the many students watching on the sidelines surprised, but the group of bettors who had been waiting by the arena to collect their winnings were also dumbfounded, and cries of despair filled the air.

After all, most of them had bet on Nangong Yan to win, and had lost a lot of their fortune in the process.

With Lu Xiaoxiang's "dramatic" victory, the bettors were naturally wailing and full of regret. On the other hand, Lu Feng remained calm and composed, as if he had guessed from the beginning that the former would win.

"Hehe, this girl certainly didn't disappoint me..."

Lu Feng's gaze swept over Lu Xiaoxiang, who was badly injured, on the opposite stage not far away, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes.

Although the opponent's cultivation level was far inferior to Nangong Yan, who ranked tenth in the West Academy, his combat experience was no less. He not only took advantage of Nangong Yan's underestimation of him, but also used the eighth-grade spiritual treasure "Hundred Styles Mechanism Umbrella" to constantly threaten the latter's position, thus turning defeat into victory!

"Senior Sister Nangong, you flatter me...!"

Despite the waves of excruciating pain coursing through her body, Lu Xiaoxiang struggled to prop herself up, then a smile returned to her lips, as if to declare her victory.

"I see...."

Seeing this, Nangong Yan's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, as if she instantly understood everything. "You didn't directly confront my Swallow Return Sword Technique to exchange injuries, but to attract my attention, while using the Hundred Styles Mechanized Umbrella's attacks as a pretext to constantly threaten my footing, until finally I unknowingly fell off the stage...!"

"Junior Sister Lu, I must say, you are indeed very clever. I have lost this battle...!"

After saying that, Nangong Yan let out a long sigh and slowly sheathed her Qingfeng sword, clearly admitting defeat.

Although losing the match in such a "dramatic" way as to fall off the stage was hard for her to accept at first, the rules are the rules, and it's not something a mere student from the West Campus can change.

"I... I really did it...!"

Seeing that Nangong Yan had completely given up, Lu Xiaoxiang also showed joy. Her originally weak body seemed to have gained some strength, and she was about to stand up straight.

"Miss Lu, your injuries are quite severe. Please don't push yourself; go back to the arena and heal your wounds..."

Just as Lu Xiaoxiang was struggling to get up, a young deacon in charge of the refereeing also leaped onto the stage. He then waved his hand, beckoning several servants to come forward and help her up.

"Thank you, sir."

Seeing this, Lu Xiaoxiang did not resist, but let the servants carry her off the stage, while nodding to the young steward beside her.

As for the subsequent free challenge, she also does not plan to participate, but rather to quit while she is ahead.

After all, given Lu Xiaoxiang's current physical condition, she is simply unable to fight any longer, and there would be no point in continuing to participate in the subsequent rounds of free challenges.

In addition, according to the reward rules of the academy competition, as long as you can advance to the second round of free challenges, you can still receive rewards from Liu Lanyu and other elders even if you don't participate in the subsequent rounds.

Therefore, Lu Xiaoxiang's decision to abstain and leave the game is a wise move and not a loss for her.

"The winner of round sixty-two, Lu Xiaoxiang from the North Campus!"

"The competition continues!"

Seeing that Lu Xiaoxiang was not putting on a brave face, the young steward nodded secretly and then announced the result of the competition on the spot.

...

Outside the martial arts arena, in a corner of the noisy crowd

"Hey buddy, stop looking, they're all gone!"

Seeing the bald man who was betting still standing there dumbfounded, Lu Feng stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The results of the competition are in, it's time to close the betting and pay out!"

Lu Feng's tone remained calm, but a hint of joy was clearly visible on his face.

After all, he had just bet 10,000 contribution points on Lu Xiaoxiang, and according to the odds of this match, he would get 30,000 contribution points afterward, which was a small profit!

"Uh, that's natural, that's natural...!"

"How could I possibly owe Brother Lu any gambling money? I'll call it quits now..."

Faced with Lu Feng's demands for repayment, the bald man's face froze slightly, then he couldn't help but force a smirk, and at the same time he hurriedly nodded and bowed.

After all, he himself was of mediocre strength and did not have the Five Spirits Society as a backer like Liu Heng and the Xie brothers. If he were to default on his gambling debts to Lu Feng now, it would be tantamount to courting death!

"There are a total of 30,000 contribution points here. Please take a look, Brother Lu!"

He quickly took out his Cangmang Token, and the bald man raised his hand and gently swiped it, transferring the 30,000 contribution points into Lu Feng's Cangmang Token without the slightest slack.

Seeing this, the students who had bet on Nangong Yan to win were filled with regret and envy.

After all, if they had chosen to follow Lu Feng's lead and bet against him from the beginning, they could have made a fortune right now!

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life!

"good."

Seeing that all 30,000 contribution points had been credited to his account, Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Although these contribution points aren't much, every little bit counts, so why not take advantage of them!

Just as Lu Feng was happily counting his money, the first round of the lottery challenge finally came to an end. At the same time, the competitions on the various arenas in the martial arts arena gradually subsided. However, the lively atmosphere on Lingtai Peak did not diminish at all, and the tension was still high!

Because the second round of free challenges is about to begin, and the students who have advanced to the free challenges are all quite strong. Even the weakest among them has the cultivation level of the tenth level of the Meridian Opening Realm. There are almost no ordinary people among them!

"A free challenge? I've been waiting for this moment for so long...!"

On the other side of the crowd, Shen Tianzhong, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them. He then stopped practicing and stood up, his gaze fixed on Lu Feng not far away, a hint of murderous intent surfacing in his eyes.

"This aura is... murderous intent?"

Sensing the faint killing intent emanating from Shen Tianzhong, Lu Feng's heart tightened. He immediately turned to look at the man, a hint of surprise on his face. "This Shen guy has his eye on me...?"