The elder dared not be perfunctory about the challenge that even the sect leader had agreed to, and came between Feng Luo and Xiao Feng.
"All irrelevant persons, step down immediately. Feng Luo and Xiao Feng, stand on either side and wait for my announcement."
Hearing the elders want them to step down, Xu Qing'er looked at Feng Luo again and said, "I want to see him kneel down and apologize to you."
Feng Luo laughed loudly: "You guys wait here without worry. I'll beat him down here and keep him company."
The lackeys burst into laughter, saying, "Haha, he actually dared to agree to a duel with Senior Brother. It's like throwing an egg against a rock; he's utterly helpless."
Just then, someone in the audience shouted, "Hurry up and place your bets! Place your bets now, the more you bet, the more you win!"
Xiao Feng recognized the voice; he turned around and saw that the person shouting was none other than his friend Zhou Wei.
The people around him were outer disciples, but they were relatively friendly with Xiao Feng; at least he wasn't afraid of his senior brother.
Many disciples took out all their savings and threw them on the table: "Write this down, I'm betting on Senior Brother to win."
"Yes, write that down too. Aren't you just giving us money to spend when you open a market?"
Seeing everyone around them betting on the eldest brother, they pointed to the other side and said, "Isn't anyone betting on Xiao Feng? The odds over here are incredible."
He originally planned to use the odds to attract his disciples, but they all mocked him, saying, "That's obviously a losing proposition. Who would bet on that?"
"Whoever has more money will be the one to bet on that side; I'm going to win anyway."
As more and more people sided with the eldest brother, the expressions around them turned extremely ugly, and they moved to Xiao Feng's side.
"You all need to take a good look. Fortune favors the bold. You all buy over there, but I'm the only one buying over here. Don't come begging me for mercy later if I take all your money."
The disciples waved their hands dismissively, saying, "You have money, we can't compete with you. You place your bet."
At this point, they regarded the person next to them as a nouveau riche, and placed bets in hopes of winning money for them.
Feng Luo and Xiao Feng both looked around and realized that only one person had placed a bet on them, so they burst into laughter.
"My buddies are all around here. I guarantee you'll get a clean sweep later and experience what it's like to make a fortune."
Those around heard Xiao Feng's voice and looked completely indifferent.
He had more wealth than he could spend in several lifetimes, and he didn't care about the amount his disciples bet. They were betting on Xiao Feng simply to give him face.
Of course, if Xiao Feng could really defeat his senior brother Feng Luo, he wouldn't mind taking all the money from those disciples.
Seeing Xiao Feng's confidence in him, Feng Luo couldn't help but mock him: "You probably won't last more than a few rounds against me, will you?"
He didn't think he was no match for Xiao Feng; he was merely guessing how many rounds Xiao Feng could last.
Just then, the elder glanced at the two of them and said, "If you two are ready, give me a hand signal."
Feng Luo casually raised his hand: "I don't need to prepare to deal with someone like this. I can defeat him easily."
Xu Qing'er, sitting in the audience, had a gloomy expression on her face, her eyes fixed on Xiao Feng as if she wanted to tear him apart.
When the elder saw that Feng Luo was ready, he looked to the other side and asked, "Feng Luo is ready. Are you ready?"
Xiao Feng also raised his hand, and strands of spiritual energy covered the area around his body.
The two practiced the same techniques; the difference lay only in the strength of their spiritual power.
Seeing that the two were ready, the elder walked to the side and said, "This battle is only for exchanging martial arts skills. You must not intentionally damage the other's foundation or life. Anyone who disobeys will be expelled from the sect."
Both of them were considered promising young disciples in the Qing Sect, and the elders and sect leader did not want them to suffer any harm.
As the elder left the platform, Feng Luo drew his longsword from his back and glanced at Xiao Feng: "I only said not to harm the other party's foundation, but I didn't say that you can't insult them."
At this moment, he began to imagine his longsword piercing a dozen or so transparent holes in Xiao Feng's body.
When Xiao Feng saw that the other party had already drawn his sword, he had no reason to snatch the sword with his bare hands, so he used the Qingzong Qi Refining Technique.
As if summoned, the long sword on his back flew out of its sheath and landed in front of Xiao Feng.
At first glance, Xiao Feng's pose is even more handsome.
The lackeys below the stage watched him summon the longsword in this way and sneered, "What's the use of being cool? In a moment, Senior Brother will make him kneel down and kowtow."
The others found a place to sit down, their eyes fixed on Xiao Feng, equally concerned about the battle between the two.
Seeing Xiao Feng summon his longsword in such a strange posture, and then seeing the people below the stage focusing their attention on Xiao Feng, Feng Luo felt a surge of anger rush to his head.
He felt that he was the only focus on this stage, and no one else had that right.
Xiao Feng saw through Feng Luo's actions and sneered, "If you're so capable, defeat me head-on. Don't try any tricks. There are quite a few elders watching."
Feng Luo was already furious, and this time he was enraged by Xiao Feng's words. He roared and charged towards Xiao Feng's direction.
Xiao Feng stared intently at the longsword in his hand, and when he found an opportunity, he lightly tapped it, causing the sword to deviate from its original trajectory and pierce the ground behind him.
He changed his position and stood behind Feng Luo.
The sect leader watched from afar as Xiao Feng let such a good opportunity to draw his sword slip by, his face full of surprise: "Oh? A cat playing with a mouse?"
Such a situation can only occur when there is overwhelming superiority.
Feng Luo's strength had already reached the third tier, and even the disciples of the Qing Sect had to look up to him. How could he possibly be toyed with by his fellow disciples?
Sure enough, Feng Luo realized that his move had failed, his face had turned a deep purplish-red, and he turned around and slashed down with his sword again.
Xiao Feng shifted his body slightly to the left, changed the direction of his longsword, and pressed the hilt hard against Xiao Feng's chest, causing him to retreat continuously.
Before Feng Luo could even regain his footing, Xiao Feng, relying on his experience, quickly took a few steps forward and his long sword, anticipating the attack, landed on Feng Luo's neck.
In an instant, the outcome of the battle was decided.
The audience below the stage were speechless, as if they had been choked, unable to understand why Xiao Feng had so easily defeated Feng Luo.
"He...he actually beat Senior Brother?"
"When...when did this piece of trash acquire such powerful spiritual energy?"
Seeing Xiao Feng defeat Feng Luo, those around him subconsciously turned their gaze to the table and burst into laughter: "Haha, they're all mine, all of these are mine."
The disciples' faces changed as they watched as those around them pocketed their money.
Unfortunately, he placed the bet himself, and no one dared to say anything bad about him.
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