EBE Chapter 272 Money Ability
Chapter 272 Money Ability
Chapter 272 Money Power
The match is about to begin, and all the spectators are eagerly anticipating today's exciting showdown.
Zhuang Chunrou, standing in the stands, felt a chill run down her spine. Her three disciples had drawn lots to find experts from the Renwang Sect, which meant they were already out of the game.
Di Xiaoyun's fate against the cannon fodder of the minor sects was not in doubt, and Zhuang Chunrou placed her hopes on the other three.
The first match was between a disciple of the Tianlan Sect and a member of the Chiyan Sect with tattooed arms.
Zhuang Chunrou craned her neck to look at the arena, clenching her fists to secretly cheer on her team.
"Game start!"
At the male host's command, both contestants charged towards each other in unison.
Yang Wanrou was not present today. Her appearance on the first day of the competition was a gimmick used by the organizers to attract audiences. She is currently busy with her own affairs and will reappear during the finals.
Most of the audience members looked disappointed when they saw that the host had been changed.
"The other party is a woman, so she should be easy to deal with. She has the advantage in size!"
A junior disciple of the Tianlan Sect whispered in Zhuang Chunrou's ear.
"Shh!" Zhuang Chunrou gestured for her disciples to be quiet, and then focused intently on watching the match.
The young disciple nodded in agreement and began watching the match.
After the two fighters exchanged several blows on the stage, a junior disciple in the stands couldn't contain himself any longer: "Sect Master! We're at a disadvantage!"
"I know!"
Zhuang Chunrou's eyes were icy, and she waved her hand to signal him to stop talking.
A few minutes later, the two on the stage had exchanged dozens of moves, and the Tianlan Sect disciple's lagging behind was clearly visible.
Zhuang Chunrou's heart leaped into her throat.
Then, she watched as her tattooed arm punched her disciple, knocking him out, and her heart sank.
Seeing Zhuang Chunrou's gloomy face, the young disciple hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Sect Master, it's alright, we still have six people left."
"Um--"
Zhuang Chunrou focused her mind. Of the six people, three would definitely lose to Renwangzong, leaving only three who still had a chance.
For the next half day, Zhuang Chunrou watched her three disciples suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of the Renwang Sect. Even Di Xiaoyun's easy victory did not bring her any joy.
Damn it! This is really testing my patience. All the matches of our own sect are scheduled together, and watching three consecutive defeats is torture!
Zhuang Chunrou cursed inwardly as she watched the one-eyed dragon from the Crimson Flame Sect step onto the arena.
"Sect Master, Hu Junyi should be fine; he's a body cultivator—"
"Shut up!" Zhuang Chunrou interrupted her junior disciple with a sharp rebuke: "Just watch the game, why all the nonsense!"
Seeing that the sect leader was angry, the junior disciple dared not say another word.
Twenty minutes later, Hu Junyi was defeated.
At this point, only one person from the Tianlan Sect remained to compete.
"Sect Master... what should we do?" the junior disciple muttered softly.
Zhuang Chunrou ignored them and angrily got up and left, leaving the disciples bewildered in their seats.
Tianlan Sect has no chance this time. Zhuang Chunrou is already old and furious, what's the point of watching anything else?
What happened next was exactly as Lin Fan had predicted:
The last contestant from the Tianlan Sect lost to the Huayun Sect.
Huang Yuanbai and Mu Yingsheng surpassed two disciples of the Crimson Flame Sect.
Renwang Sect won both matches against Chiyan Sect without any suspense, and Dong Tianjiao was eliminated.
In the two internal battles of Renwang Sect, the two weaker players simply forfeited, leaving the advancement spots to the stronger ones.
Needless to say, the internal strife within the Huayun Sect was a matter of course; after a contest between two disciples, the stronger one would advance.
As the sun began to set, the match continued for another 5 hours after the lunch break, and by 6 p.m., the audience was tired of watching.
Many people packed up and prepared to leave, because the last match was a Renwangzong match, and watching it would just be another opportunity to witness a Renwangzong player crushing their opponent.
The odds offered by private betting platforms are astonishing. Lin Fan's odds are as high as 1 to 50, which means that if Lin Fan wins, even if someone bets on Lin Fan with only 100 yuan, they can earn 5000 yuan.
However, unsurprisingly, all of the more than a thousand people who participated in this private betting placed their bets on Renwangzong to win.
There were exceptions. One person out of more than a thousand people bet on Lin Fan, and that person was Liu Zhengwei, the chairman of Linglong Technology.
He put up 10 yuan and bet that Lin Fan would win.
In his eyes, there must be a reason why Lin Fan, the president of Shancheng Group, was able to participate in the competition, and he was very likely to win by using his financial power.
Of course, Liu Zhengwei wouldn't care if Lin Fan lost; 10 was just a small amount of money to him.
"Brother Fan, it's your turn to go on stage."
Huang Yuanbai whispered a reminder to Lin Fan, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Lin Fan had been pondering how to win since the beginning. His opponent was Tian Shi from the Renwang Sect, and how to win without attracting attention had become a major problem.
"Boys, please prepare yourselves!"
Accompanied by the host's deep voice, Lin Fan and Tian Shi stepped onto the stage.
"Game start!"
At his command, Tian Shi rushed straight towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan calmly walked to the weapon rack and began to select a weapon. He first picked up a sword, weighed it in his hand, and then put it down because he felt it was not comfortable. He then picked up a Tang sword and brandished it a couple of times.
This action drew laughter from the audience. The experts from Renwang Sect were about to rush over, and he was still choosing weapons. Why didn't he do this earlier?
This person was definitely scared and was trying to cover up his panic by choosing a weapon.
Just as Tian Shi was about to rush over, Lin Fan suddenly turned around, his eyes gleaming like a hawk's and a wolf's.
The moment their eyes met, Tian Shi's vision went blank, and the surrounding scenery began to blur.
To the audience, Tian Shi deliberately slowed down his pace, but Tian Shi felt as if his legs were filled with lead, extremely heavy, and he had to exert all his strength to move a single step.
Tian Shi's eyesight was gradually taken away, and darkness engulfed his surroundings.
The next second, a sudden feeling of weightlessness came over him, and he felt a pair of hands reaching out from the ground, pulling him toward an endless hell.
With a thud, Tian Shi's legs buckled uncontrollably until he knelt on the ground.
He clutched his head and screamed and wailed, but the sound never reached his own ears.
"Shit! What's going on!"
"Tian Shi, you fucking stand up!"
"If I kneel for just a little longer, I'll lose! It's my money!"
The audience couldn't stay seated any longer; hundreds or even thousands of people stood up at the same time and shouted towards Tian Shi.
"Now how to do?"
Lin Fan put the Tang sword back on the weapon rack and called out to the host.
The host, still puzzled, quickly recovered, awkwardly scratched his head, climbed onto the stage, and walked to Tian Shi's side: "Hey! Tian Shi? Are you alright?"
Tian Shi was forced to lose all five senses by Lin Fan's oppressive aura, so he could no longer hear what the host was saying.
The host gave an awkward laugh and shouted into the microphone, "If you don't get up soon, you'll lose..."
Since Tian Shi had not yet responded, the host had no choice but to begin counting according to the rules:
"one two three······"
Ten seconds later, Lin Fan won.
As soon as the result was announced, most of the spectators in the stands left, grumbling and cursing.
"Dad, what kind of trick is President Lin using?"
Liu Linglong leaned close to Liu Zhengwei's ear and whispered a question.
Liu Zhengwei smiled and said, "Silly child, this is the power of money!"
Liu Linglong narrowed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully:
"Money power! Awesome!"