613 The Gambling (1/2)

The sun was bright and the sky was clear.

When it was broad daylight again, the pole and rope disappeared, together with the banner. Yang Yuhe fell to the ground, like a drowned mouse, and was carried back by the people from Wuyi Sect. However, no one cared about his ending now, because all the attention was drawn to the Dragon Gate Rock outside the Dragon Gate.

Three kilometers away from the town of Dragon Gate, beside the Dragon River, where the terrain was steep, lay a big rock, called the Dragon Gate Rock. It was quite famous in the Dragon Gate area but had no reputation beyond. Even though the rock itself looked spectacular, there was nothing nearby for sight-seeing. Today, early in the morning, someone discovered a figure on the Dragon Gate Rock. He was dressed in white with a single sword, as if waiting for something.

The White Blademaster Lu Shaoyou!!!

It was only known that the duel would take place in the Dragon Gate; no specific site had been given. Therefore, even though the Dragon Gate was full of martial arts practitioners, no one had known the exact location. Now that Lu Shaoyou appeared on the Dragon Gate Rock, there was no doubt that this would be the venue. Under such circumstance, no one cared about the Young Master of Wuyi Sect. Everyone was heading to the Dragon Gate Rock.

In a very short time, the entire Dragon Gate Rock was mobbed by huge crowd.

However, all the onlookers were kept three hundred meters away from the Dragon Gate Rock.

There seemed to be an invisible screen, keeping everyone outside.

”This is the power of Level Nine experts!” People praised and sighed.

Under the invisible pressure from Lu Shaoyou's Qi Power, no one could enter the three-hundred-meter wide fighting zone. The entire area became deathly quiet. Everyone was gazing at Lu Shaoyou with enthusiasm.

”Make a bet! No pulling back!”

A strange voice suddenly broke the solemn and peaceful atmosphere. Everyone turned in the direction of the sound and was stunned at what they saw. Among the crowd, behind a table, sat a young man. He was dressed in cyan clothes and looked smart with two bright eyes. He was shouting passionately, starting a gambling business among the crowd.

It was strange that the tense and depressing atmosphere, due to Lu Shaoyou's Qi Power, disappeared without a trace because of the young man. Although the onlookers were still kept outside the fighting zone, their discussion grew louder and some bold ones even made bets with the young man, who took the business happily.

The White Blademaster Lu Shaoyou felt the change in atmosphere. He looked in the direction of the youth, who seemed to have noticed his attention and looked up. When the two pairs of eyes met, the youth smiled and then turned back to his business. ”No pulling back! No pulling back! The more you buy, the more you'll win!” He shouted, paying no attention to Lu Shaoyou who was staring at him.

Recognizing the young man's face, Lu Shaoyou thought for a second and then turned his eyes away, pretending not to have seen anything. This subtle movement didn't escape the eyes of the onlookers. Even a fool could tell that the young man was not an ordinary being. Otherwise, Lu Shaoyou, who was always arrogant, would never allow such a thing under his nose. After this, the young man's business grew very fast. Some people bet on Wang She while others on Lu Shaoyou, making the host busy but pleased.

”I bet ten thousand taels on Wang She!” A rough voice came from the crowd, followed by a huge guy, who walked through others and went to the young man, putting a small cloth bag on the table. The people around stared at the bag with wide-open eyes. Golden light shone at the opening. It was easy to see that the bag was full of gold.

The young man took the bag without even raising his head, repeating ”Bet on Wang She. The odds are ten to one!”

The big guy was taken aback and shouted immediately, ”Ten to one! Are you kidding me?”

The young man looked up at him for a second and lowered his eyes, saying ”Twenty to one!”

”Eh!!” The big guy got sulky and gave him a stern look. ”Okay, twenty to one!” After saying that, he pushed others aside and left, as if venting his anger toward the people around.

Those being pushed began to stagger. One of them, a hot-tempered man, was about to curse when someone behind stopped him. The hand covering his mouth didn't come off until the big guy was far away.

”F*ck, Wang Mazi. Are you looking for trouble?”

”I was looking for trouble, but you were looking for death. Do you know who that guy is?”

”Who is it? Could he be Wang She?”