"Huh..."
Not only the steward, but even the surrounding Zhang Family disciples looked at Zhang Hao with some surprise. Because Zhang Hao usually kept a low profile, the people present didn't recognize him as Zhang Hao. They just looked at him with disdain.
"Are you sure?" The steward thought he had misheard.
"Sure?" Zhang Hao was very confident.
"Jianfeng, lend me all the silver you have, and bet it all on me winning," Zhang Hao said excitedly.
In Zhang Hao's eyes, all these mocking faces were now little money-spreading boys! 90 to 1. That's a 90-fold increase. Just thinking about it made Zhang Hao feel his little heart pounding.
Finally, Zhang Hao and Zhang Jianfeng together pooled 5,000 taels of silver and received the betting slip.
Watching Zhang Hao and Zhang Jianfeng leave, the Zhang Family disciples behind them looked at the two leaving with eyes like they were watching madmen.
"Are these two crazy? They actually bet on Zhang Hao winning. It seems they're the speculative type, not knowing their own limits."
"Exactly, but what if Zhang Hao gets incredibly lucky and wins? Then they'll get rich."
"Do you think that's possible?"
Although Zhang Hao had caused a few sensational incidents in the Zhang Family recently, these events had been deliberately or unintentionally suppressed. After all, these incidents were very sensitive. Therefore, in the eyes of most people in the Zhang Family, Zhang Hao was still that good-for-nothing. The only thing they knew was that Zhang Hao could Cultivate again. However, even so, Zhang Hao was still considered the bottom of the barrel in everyone's eyes.
Zhang Hao and Zhang Jianfeng watched the matches from the side of a battle platform.
On the platform, two Family disciples wielding sabers fought fiercely, with continuous saber shadows, evenly matched. Finally, on the hundredth move, a winner was decided. One young man was knocked off the platform.
"I yield," the other young man stood with his saber sheathed, looking arrogant.
"Zhang Qihai wins!" the referee immediately announced.
...
"Next match, Zhang Hao versus Zhang Jie!" the referee announced.
A burly, strong-looking young man jumped onto the ring and shouted down, "Zhang Hao, you piece of trash, get your ass up here!"
"Boss, it's your turn next. Teach him a good lesson," Zhang Jianfeng said to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao nodded and immediately jumped onto the ring.
"How many moves do you think Zhang Hao will last in this match before being defeated?"
"No more than three moves. If it's more than three moves, I'll eat shit..."
"That makes sense, I think so too. Hmph, never mind more than three moves, if it's more than two moves, I'll eat shit..."
Although Zhang Hao's current cultivation was already at the first layer of the Martial Master realm, after using the Qi Concealment Art, his cultivation appeared to be only at the fourth layer of the Martial Warrior realm, two layers lower than Zhang Jie. Although this continent wasn't without super geniuses who could challenge opponents beyond their level, no one believed Zhang Hao would be such a Genius.
Zhang Jie's face was dark, his muscles bulged, and he exuded a fierce aura.
"Zhang Hao, you trash, are you going to get down yourself, or should I send you down? If I send you down, you'll probably suffer quite a bit," Zhang Jie said mockingly.
"Oh, well, I have a flaw, you see. I don't shed tears until I see the coffin. I'll have to beg you, please send me down!" Zhang Hao said lazily.
A fierce glint shot out from Zhang Jie's eyes as he looked at Zhang Hao and said, "Good, commendable courage. Since you used to be the young master of the Zhang Family, I'll let you have three moves. After three moves, I'll make sure you leave lying down. Hahaha..."
Zhang Jie looked at Zhang Hao arrogantly. Although these words were arrogant, everyone below the stage thought it was natural.
"Is that so? You said that yourself," Zhang Hao said with a playful expression.
"Of course!" Zhang Jie said coldly.
"Alright then, I won't be polite."
Zhang Hao chuckled playfully, his body flickered, and he pounced towards Zhang Jie.
"Such speed."
Zhang Jie was startled, but quickly calmed down. He sneered, "What does speed matter? Get lost!"
Zhang Jie threw a straight punch towards Zhang Hao.
This punch was like a fierce bull breaking free, powerful and heavy.
Originally, Zhang Jie thought this punch would be enough to send Zhang Hao flying, or at least neutralize Zhang Hao's attack. But as he threw the punch, he found Zhang Hao's shadow had disappeared.
"What!"
"I'm right here!"
Just as Zhang Jie was greatly surprised, he heard Zhang Hao's voice by his ear.
Zhang Jie looked in the direction of the sound and found that Zhang Hao, at some point, was standing there with his arms crossed, watching him at his leisure, with a playful look in his eyes.
"You little bastard, are you messing with me?" Zhang Jie said, feeling humiliated and angry.
Zhang Hao's gaze turned cold, his body darted out, and he slapped him with his palm.
This slap was too fast. Although Zhang Jie reacted, he couldn't dodge it at all. Zhang Hao's slap landed heavily on his face.
"Slap!"
A five-fingered mark appeared on Zhang Jie's face.
"You dare hit me!" Zhang Jie said, somewhat disbelievingly.
Being slapped in front of everyone deeply humiliated Zhang Jie, stripping away his self-respect, especially since the other party was the recognized trash.
Zhang Hao mocked, "Don't you know we're having a match, Your Excellency? Or do you think this is just playing house? Childish!"
"I'll kill you!" Zhang Jie's aura surged.
"That's the second move, oh. Is Your Excellency going to go back on your word?"
Zhang Jie was stunned for a moment, his face full of frustration. He really had a loose tongue just now. Why did he make that three-move agreement? But the words were already out, and in front of everyone, he naturally couldn't take them back.
"Come on, after the last move, I'll treat you well. I'll make you wish you were dead..." Zhang Jie looked at Zhang Hao coldly, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Hao sneered dismissively. Although he hadn't cultivated any movement techniques yet, with his current agility of 14, it was beyond what Zhang Jie could imagine.
"Swish!"
Zhang Hao's body flickered and he pounced towards Zhang Jie.
Zhang Jie had already focused all his attention on locking onto Zhang Hao, but even so, he still couldn't capture Zhang Hao's figure.
Zhang Hao had already used his speed to get behind Zhang Jie.
At this moment, Zhang Jie was bent over, his plump butt facing him.
Zhang Hao felt a sudden inspiration, and a mischievous, wicked smile appeared on his face. He channeled strength to the tip of his foot and kicked that ass.
A powerful force burst out from the tip of Zhang Hao's foot, slamming heavily into Zhang Jie's butt cheeks.
At that instant, a tear opened in Zhang Jie's buttocks from the force. Instantly, his two bare testicles were exposed. To make matters worse, Zhang Hao's foot tip directly entered Zhang Jie's chrysanthemum. Zhang Jie felt his chrysanthemum tighten, a hot stream surged up from there, and then his entire body flew up. He flew off the battle platform.
Below the battle platform, Zhang Jie lay on the ground, his two butt cheeks exposed to the wind. Especially his bleeding chrysanthemum, which made the other Family disciples quickly clench their legs, feeling a chill.
The Zhang Family girls covered their faces, not daring to look, feeling extremely shy.
Zhang Jie looked at the strange looks from the crowd and subconsciously turned to look behind him. But when he saw his two bare, exposed butt cheeks, he was dumbfounded.
"Ah! I'm mooning everyone!"
Zhang Jie fainted.
