Chapter 253

No wonder this Lingxiang honey is so expensive, it really is worth the price...

After eating the chicken leg, Cheng Hui touched his stomach and felt a warm current spreading from his stomach to his limbs.

No wonder the Lingxiang flower honey is so expensive, it really has a reason for being expensive.

This thing actually made him feel something strange. It was a rare and exquisite item in the world of cultivation.

After eating and drinking his fill, and taking a tube of blue medicine, Cheng Hui's mood index soared.

He strolled towards the fighting arena, followed by a large group of soldiers who wanted to watch the excitement.

They only knew that there was a fool who wanted to challenge their own military leader, and they spontaneously wanted to go and cheer for Cheng Hui.

What?

Could Cheng Hui lose?

That's impossible! How could the military leader be so powerful?

They even felt that if they hadn't held back the army leader, they would be no worse than the five strongest legions...

Along the way, many people were curious about why they were gathering together, and they came over to ask. When they learned that someone was going to the fighting arena, they immediately excitedly called their friends to join them.

Gambling is prohibited in the military, but there is a betting point next to the fighting arena where the command group acts as the banker.

The commanding officers knew very well that it was better to open up than to block. Instead of letting these soldiers feel uncomfortable and secretly find someone to gamble with, it would be better to give them a way out.

Anyway, the maximum bet here cannot exceed one hundred taels, and no one will be charged for any more. The winnings and losses are limited, so it is unlikely that you will end up losing everything.

Cheng Hui had just learned about this kind of thing. After thinking about it, he found Zheng Kai and asked him to go to the betting point and bet on him, with a bet of one hundred taels.

Zheng Kai responded quickly and turned around to call Wei Yuanzhou.

The two of them trotted all the way to the betting point. Sure enough, the names of Cheng Hui and Zhao Ting had already appeared on the list. The odds between the two sides were quite different. It was obvious that the bookmaker was not optimistic about Zhao Ting.

Zheng Kai followed his instructions and bought one hundred taels for Cheng Hui and one hundred taels for himself. Seeing this, Wei Yuanzhou hurried over to place a bet.

They had just finished buying when they saw that Cheng Hui's odds had dropped a little more. Seeing this, the soldiers who came later hurriedly placed their bets. Why not take the free money?

Before Cheng Hui knew it, by the time he reached the fighting arena, the sign with his odds had been changed four or five times, and was now so low that it was unbearable to look at.

Cheng Hui: ...

Well, he knew everyone was optimistic about him, but it was a shame... many soldiers missed out on this opportunity to make a little money. They didn't have that much spare money, and betting hundreds of coins just to make a few cents was really boring.

You can guess what the soldiers behind him are thinking by looking at their regretful expressions.

Speaking of which... their Guangping Army has already earned a lot of military merit, Cheng Hui thought, touching his chin.

If they continue at this efficiency, by the time they leave the bloody battlefield, each of these people will become a wealthy man.

Those who have made enough money may not be willing to fight for the Guangping Army. By then... wouldn't I be leaving an empty shell for my cheap father? Isn't that a bad idea?

What? My cheap dad was just trying to trick me?

Oh, that's okay, he deserves it.

"Cheng Ziyun!"

Cheng Hui was thinking about the future when he suddenly heard a resentful voice calling out this name.

It took him a moment to realize that he was being called.

Before, the soldiers called him the Army Commander, and Instructor Chen and others called him Brother Cheng. It had been a long time since anyone called him Cheng Ziyun.

"What?" He glanced at him lazily. Without a doubt, the person who hated him so much must be Zhao Ting.

"Hmph! You'd better apologize to me now, otherwise you'd better be careful of the swords and knives in the fighting arena." Zhao Ting said coldly.

Cheng Hui curled his lips: "It's not even dark yet, why are you daydreaming? This is not good. Be careful not to age prematurely at such a young age."

Zhao Ting was furious: "You'd better not regret it!"

"I want to give this to you."

Zhao Ting flicked his sleeves and left with an angry look on his face.

Cheng Hui didn't know whether he was angry at himself or at the odds. Cheng Hui's odds were lower, so his odds naturally went up. Anyway, at the moment, no one was optimistic about him, which must have been a big blow to him.

There is no way. For a person who feels good about himself, looking down on him is the greatest insult to him.

Cheng Hui looked down at his hands. No wonder so many people like to read face-slapping stories. When he thought about beating up Zhao Ting in the fighting arena later, this feeling... was really cool!

He grinned and walked towards the fighting arena. His fight with Zhao Ting would have to wait a little longer.

Sitting in the audience, he was surrounded by soldiers of the Guangping Army. After a while, some curious soldiers found out the news about the two people on the stage.

It turns out that these two people are also military leaders, and the purpose of their fight... seems to be to compete for a camp location.

Cheng Hui didn't understand. They were all in the Bloody Battle City. What was there to fight for over a campsite?

Could it be that this location is some kind of Feng Shui treasure land?

Later, someone who went to inquire about the news came back, and he found out that it was a coincidence that the two legions were applying to change camps and happened to have their eyes on the same piece of land. We all have two shoulders and one head, so why should I give in?

The result of both sides refusing to give in was that the clerk who handled their official business became angry and directly drove the two out, forcing them to fight in the arena to decide the result before returning. Whoever won would get a share of the land.

As the saying goes, you can't even make money if you don't want to save face. After the two of them discussed it, they decided to just do it this way.

Although there was no deep hatred between the two sides, with so many people watching, it would be embarrassing to lose, so the fight was quite intense.

Cheng Hui watched for a while and felt that the two of them were about the same level, but relatively speaking, the military leader who focused on defense had greater endurance. If the two fought to the end, if the military leader who focused on attacking had no trump card, he would most likely lose.

After a while, the fight between the two ended, and the defensive commander won.

Although the one who was in charge of attack lost the game, he was not depressed. Instead, he became friends with the one who was in charge of defense.

Cheng Hui found it funny. Is this really the case that there is no friendship without fighting?

Come to think of it, this is a permanent battlefield with constantly changing defensive legions. The entire bloody battle level is so long and there are so many defensive legions. Except for the legions in the left and right defense zones, it is difficult to recognize the legions in the distance.

If these two had not fought over the camp, they might not have recognized each other even if they were fighting together on the city wall. No wonder the command group did not restrict the fighting arena. This is really a good place to make friends.

Of course... people like him and Zhao Ting can't do that.

He didn't mind turning enemies into friends, but he would never be as petty as Zhao Ting.

His personality meant that he couldn't possibly become friends with Cheng Hui. If they did, it would only be him "enduring humiliation" and waiting for an opportunity to stab him in the back.

If it weren't for the restrictions of the bloody battlefield, Cheng Hui would actually want to wipe out the roots directly.

It's not that he is not kind, but if you give this kind of person any chance, he might cause bigger trouble in the future.

Cheng Hui was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

He always thought that he was still an ordinary college student, and nothing had changed even after entering the world of cultivation.

But now it seems... there still is.

At least when he was an ordinary student, he would not have the idea of ​​killing someone casually.

"Tsk, there is still some impact..." Cheng Hui covered his forehead helplessly.

He knew who this influence came from, but Cheng Hui didn't think it was bad.

As long as he sticks to his own ideas and doesn't cross his bottom line, some changes are not a bad thing.

The bell rang, and the referee on the fighting field called out the names of Cheng Hui and Zhao Ting.

Watching Zhao Ting walk into the fighting arena with an arrogant look on his face, Cheng Hui shook his head helplessly.

Isn't it good to be alive? Why do you want to die?

Unfortunately... Zhao Ting couldn't hear his inner voice. At this moment, Zhao Ting was in a very strange state. He only felt that the blood in his body was hot, and there was a faint feeling of boiling. The true energy in his body kept flowing, as if it had increased by 30% out of thin air.

He knew very well that this was because he had just taken a Hundred Herb Pill, which was a drug that squeezed out potential. When taken when in danger, it could increase one's strength by about 30%.

Although the user will fall into a two-day period of weakness after the burst period ends, it will all be worth it as long as he can defeat Cheng Hui.

Zhao Ting is arrogant and thinks highly of himself, but that doesn't mean he is a fool.

The huge difference in the odds for the betting points proves that the dealer is not optimistic about himself at all.

He was very angry about being looked down upon, but when he thought about how he was dragged down by the soldiers and had never really shown his strength, he suddenly felt that those people's actions were barely excusable.

He was very confident in his own strength and didn't believe that he would lose to Cheng Hui, but to be on the safe side... he still took a Baicao Pill before the game started.

He wanted to use his absolute overwhelming strength to defeat his opponent from the very beginning, and it would be best if he could find an excuse to break his limbs, so that he could vent his anger.

Zhao Ting stood on the ring and watched Cheng Hui walk onto the ring step by step.

He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with the other party. The hatred between them could not be reconciled at all, so why waste the time.

When the referee announced the start, Zhao Ting's eyes flashed, and he danced with his long "Mu Cang" sword in a "Mu Cang" flower, stabbing towards Cheng Hui's throat.

Cheng Hui dodged quickly and stepped back repeatedly, but Zhao Ting was relentless and went straight for his throat with the "Mu Cang", determined to poke a hole there.

Cheng Hui raised his sword, trying to block the tip of his 'wooden warehouse', but unexpectedly his hand suddenly felt lighter, and the seemingly heavy iron 'wooden warehouse' was easily blocked by him.

The other party surprisingly gave up his long 'wooden warehouse'!

This sudden action made Cheng Hui dazzled. Due to the imbalance of force, he leaned forward involuntarily.

Zhao Ting's eyes flashed, his hands touched his waist, and his body rushed directly into Cheng Hui's arms.

Of course, Cheng Hui would not let him succeed so easily. He stepped hard and used the force to turn around, but a look of panic still appeared on his face.

Zhao Ting smiled sinisterly, and two pairs of brass knuckles appeared on his hands. The brass knuckles even had spikes on them, and they were obviously weapons.

He pointed the spikes of the brass knuckles at Cheng Hui's waist, and Cheng Hui was startled. This guy's previous fighting weapon was a long wooden cannon, but he didn't expect his fists and kicks to be so powerful. If an ordinary person was hit in the waist by these brass knuckles, they would probably have their internal organs ruptured.

Luckily... he's a zombie! A_A

Iron-skinned and iron-boned, invulnerable to swords and guns, you know?

The panic on Cheng Hui's face disappeared instantly, turning into a disdainful smile.

Zhao Ting knew something was wrong when he saw this, but his moves were already outdated and it was too late to change.

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