903 A Bet From Face Slapping Little Tornado (1/2)

”Faction Leader Yue! Isn't it unbefitting for you to cover up for your son?” Su Dongrup said with displeasure.

Yue Changkong snorted and said indifferently, ”Green Town Faction sent people to steal my Spiritual Stones secretly! How is this any nobler? This is like a pot calling a kettle black!”

”That's… Nothing! Oh, whatever!” Su Dongruo thought to himself, that Green Town Faction has nothing to do with the martial arts competition anymore. If they continued to fight, not only would there be no gain, it might even cause more trouble!

Su Dongruo kept quiet. Those on the observation deck with him pretended to have not heard their conversation.

Even the grand elder of Mount Shu Faction, Situ Hengfeng dared not make a sound.

How could they have any say before these powerful elites with Celestial cultivation?

The audience were all unhappy with how things turned out. But they knew very well that while there were tens of thousands of them, they were nothing but a nest of ants in Yue Changkong's eyes.

It was better for people of lesser importance not to talk too much!

So, the crowd kept quiet.

There was only one person who was still shouting, ”No! I won't accept this! He used vile tricks to injure me! How could you allow something like that in a martial arts competition? This is such a joke!”

Xu Changqing was carried on a stretcher and set aside.

His body was paralyzed and his mouth was the only vessel he could use to scream out his dissatisfaction.

Of course, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he did not dare to call Mount Hua Faction and Yue Junmo out.

After all, he had also put on a mask and deceived everyone.

There was no use to continue to shock out his dissatisfaction.

”Wait! Wait!”

Wu Aofeng walked over and said casually, ”Brother! Why are you so worked up? The others will fight on your behalf! Phantom Rain that despicable lowlife will definitely not meet a good end either!”

”Who will fight on my behalf? Tai Yitan or Huo Yuanba? They are no match for Phantom Rain!”

Xu Changqing sighed, there was a deep disappointment in his eyes. ”I bet none of them is powerful enough to withstand even one strike from Phantom Rain!”

The crowd was stunned.

Based on what Xu Changqing had said, it would mean that the reigning champion for this round's martial arts competition was no longer going to be Phantom Rain!

”This…”

Wu Aofeng was rendered speechless.

Yue Junmo had a whopping 45,000 combat power! Only those that were more powerful could defeat him and this was the cold hard truth! Even if both Tai Yitan and Huo Yuanba were to go up against him, neither one of them would be able to take a hit from Yue Junmo!

”Isn't there still Chen Xiaobei?” said Wu Aofeng.

”Chen Xiaobei?” Xu Changqing laughed bitterly and said, ”Hah! He's just a nobody who relied on luck to make it through to now. You are placing your hope on him to beat Phantom Rain? Don't you think that you're being a little too naïve?”

”Don't you look down on Chen Xiaobei! He is very very powerful! If I had him as an opponent, I could only surrender!” said Wu Aofeng nervously.

One should know that the infamous Face Slapping Little Tornado obeyed Chen Xiaobei only. Even though Chen Xiaobei was not a demigod, he had singlehandedly defeated an entire fleet of air carriers! And that was the truth! Because of that, Chen Xiaobei had permanently become Wu Aofeng's idol!

”Chen Xiaobei? Powerful? Hah, I'm assuming that you would surrender because he has a powerful background?” Xu Changqing narrowed his eyes and said, ”In this martial arts competition, among all the competitors, Chen Xiaobei is the youngest!”

”Tai Yitan is already considered one of those prodigies! And Chen Xiaobei is younger than Tai Yitan! Even if Chen XIaobei were to have started training in his mother's womb, his combat power would still be inferior to Tai Yitan's! If Chen Xiaobei can take half a hit from Phantom Rain, the sun will rise from the North!” Xu Changqing said with steel-like confidence. He felt that he had it all figured out.

”Pfft!”

Wu Aofeng was a hot head. Having heard someone speak lowly of Chen Xiaobei really annoyed him. In the heat of the moment, he blurted, ”Since you are so sure, why don't we make a bet?”