Chapter 302 - Battle of the Strongest (2/2)
“That’s not right. How are we going to split it if I win?”
“Of course it is 50-50.”
“What if I lose?”
“Of course it is on yours if you lose!”
“The heck!” Xiao Chen immediately put back the Spirit Stone and said, “If that’s the case, then why don’t I just place the bet myself?”
Zi Mo smiled slyly, “Ahah! This gamble is facilitated by Fengxi, Tai Yi and I. We have made a rule that the contestants can’t place the bet themselves.”
Xiao Chen grinned and said, “I can get Xian’er to help me place it for me.”
Murong Xian’er walked towards them and said, “That’s right. I can help Brother Xiao Chen to place the bet. Brother Xiao Chen is going to win for sure!”
“Shoo, shoo, shoo! Kids can’t be involved in gambling,” Zi Mo said as he shoved her aside.
Murong Xian’er put her hands on her waist and said, “If you don’t let me buy, I will tell you off to Grandpa Qing Chen! Humph! ”
Anyway, Xiao Chen decided to let Zi Mo take the stone in the end for the gamble since it would not hurt to earn more Spirit Stones. On the second day, it was one of the liveliest days the Jade Terrace Mountain had. The grounds were crowded with people waiting for the announcement on the groupings of the strongest 12.
Finally, a grey-robed elder flew up to the platform with everyone’s attention on him and waited for the crowds to quiet down before he announced the contestants of the Summit Finals.
“The first group, Su Zimu from Su family against Sixiang Shu from Fallen Immortals Sect!”
As soon as he finished his sentence, the crowds started to hubbub. Many turned their heads northwest to look at a dashingly handsome man in a white robe. This man was Su Zimu. He smiled with a folding fan on hand. At this moment, he looked confident and at ease.
Not too far away, someone in Fallen Immortals Sect with a scroll in hand was focused on reading. It was the number 4 out of the 10 people in the Fallen Immortals Sect, Sixiang Shu. He did not seem to care who his opponent was.
The grey-robed elder took a look at crowds below before he continued saying, “The second group, One-dot Red from Fallen Immortals Sect against Traceless for Ten Miles from Fallen Immortals…”
Before he could finish his sentence, a voice came out from Fallen Immortals Sect, “I renounce!”
It was Traceless for Ten Miles who said those words. The grey-robed elder took a look at him and said loudly, “Traceless for Ten Miles from Fallen Immortals Sect in the second group has renounced voluntarily. One-dot Red from Fallen Immortals Sect enters in the top 6 of the Summit Finals directly! The third group, Sanzhan Li from Fallen Immortals Sect against Yang Shaochen from Yang family!”
At a distance away, Chu Hanyan frowned and said, “This Fallen Immortals Sect has always been mysterious with where they came from. Shaochen, do you have the confidence to win?” Yang Shaochen chuckled and replied, “Don’t worry about it.”
“The fourth group, Xiaoyue from Thousand Feathers Sect against Yu Yifeng from Jade Qing Sect!”
Xiao Chen frowned deeply, and he never thought that Brother Yifeng would have to fight against Xiaoyue. The odds would not be in Brother Yifeng’s favor. Suddenly something hit his mind, “Oh sh*t!”
At the moment, it was just left with Zuoqiu Yang, Huangfu Xin’er, Li Muxue and himself. It was definite that he would be fighting against Zuoqiu Yang which meant that Huangfu Xin’er would be fighting against Li Muxue. The thing that he had been worrying about was still going to happen after all.
“The fifth group, Huangfu Xin’er from Heartless Palace against Li Muxue from Jade Qing Sect!”
Xiao Chen felt a shiver down his spine. Muxue would never be a match for Xin’er and it would not matter at all if she admitted defeat. He was just afraid that they would…
At a distance away stood Huangfu Xin’er in a red dress. Her face was as cold as ice and frost. Aside from the few Heartless Palace disciples behind her, no one dared to stand close to her. On the other side, Zuoqiu Yang let a loud laugh and said, “Xiao Chen! There’s no escape for you this time!”
Xiao Chen was so distraught by the thought of Muxue battling against Xin’er, he did not have the time to care about what Zuoqiu Yang had said. Then the grey-robed elder on platform finally announced the last group of the list as he said, “The sixth group, Xiao Chen from Jade Qing Sect against Zuoqiu Yang from Divine Mist Sect!”
As the contestants of the Summit Finals were confirmed, the crowds at the grounds began to discuss it. Certainly, there would be some who loathed, grinding their teeth with hate about the finalists. The most obvious one from that group of people would be Ling Fei, the number 1 young man from Ling Family. Earlier on at the Immortals’ League, he was boasting that he would fight Xiao Chen in a life or death battle. But during the selection round where only 10 out of 20 could make it in, he was knocked off the Floating Platform with one strike by Su Zimu. He did not even qualify for the Summit Finals.
Two hours later, the 3 old men who were up to no good had even begun to have an open sale on the gambling tickets. Many of the disciples from the different sects had secretly gone to place their bets behind the back of their elders. Needless to say, the hot-seller was Huangfu Xin’er’s group. Most of the bets were placed on Huangfu Xin’er as the winner.
The second hot-seller was the group of Xiao Chen and Zuoqiu Yang. In the afternoon of the third day, Zuoqiu Yang had a gambling ticket in his hand. He was in such a rage that the veins on his forehead popped. He smashed the sandalwood table in front of him with one hand. Frightened, the 3 disciples from Zuoqiu family next to him were as quiet as a cicada in winter. They did not even dare to look at him in the eyes.