At this moment, Jiang Pojun, sitting behind the low table opposite, met the gaze of his colleagues and couldnât help but feel a bit embarrassed, so he pretended to drink to cover it up.
Zhou Qing, on the other hand, smiled slightly.
On the Space Ship, Second Uncle had given him a list and a rough idea of their Realms and cultivations.
The Lu Jinghong in front of him was also one of Xuanyuan Shuoâs disciples, with Early-stage Divinity Transformation Realm cultivation, comparable to Jiang Pojun.
"Jinghong, step back, this is not the place!" Just as Zhou Qing was about to speak, Xuanyuan Shuoâs commanding presence, tinged with reproach, made itself known.
Only then did Lu Jinghong realize his abruptness, and he quickly cupped his hands in apology to Zhou Qing.
"Brother Zhou, my apologies! Iâm just like this, I canât control myself after a few drinks. I hope you wonât hold it against me."
As he spoke, he was about to return to his seat.
But Zhou Qing smiled and said, "Brother Lu, youâre being too polite. Actually, Iâve long admired your name. Since we have nothing else to do, why not have a friendly spar?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Jinghongâs eyes immediately lit up.
He was naturally a combative person, always looking for evenly matched opponents to spar with and improve his strength.
Since he learned that his junior brother Jiang was defeated by Zhou Qing, he had been itching for a fight.
Especially after Jiang told him that the realm Zhou Qing had comprehended was extremely mysterious and could easily break othersâ Realms.
He couldnât believe it, but it only fueled his intense curiosity and desire for a challenge.
Seeing Zhou Qing take the initiative to suggest it, he immediately looked at his master.
Xuanyuan Shuo was also curious, but seeing the two of them, he could only shake his head slightly, with a trace of a smile in his eyes.
"Alright, since both of you are so eager, go to the Martial Arts Arena for a spar. But remember, stop at the right point, keep it friendly."
Hearing Xuanyuan Shuoâs approval, everyone was excited.
This would be the best appetizer.
The Seventh Prince, Xuanyuan Yichen, wore a bitter smile, confirming his suspicions.
...
Everyone immediately moved to the Martial Arts Arena!
The two entering the arena stood facing each other.
Lu Jinghong exuded a surging fighting spirit, while Zhou Qing remained calm and composed, with restrained aura.
"Wait a minute!" Just as everyone was excitedly anticipating the duel, a voice suddenly rang out from the side.
Everyone turned to see Yan Xiaohu nervously swallowing, his palms slightly sweaty.
With a grit of his teeth, he slapped his Storage Bag, causing a betting table to appear and land steadily on the ground.
He then took out five Top-Grade Spirit Stones, placing them on the table, his voice slightly trembling, "A three-to-one bet, Top-Grade Spirit Stones only. Whoâs in?"
This time, Second Uncle wasnât around, so he had to seize this opportunity to get rich overnight.
Faced with the familiar betting table, everyone looked at each other, and the captains of several major regiments couldnât help but laugh.
As rough men guarding the border, their favorite pastimes in the tedious border life were slaying demons, drinking, sleeping, and gambling.
Unexpectedly, they met a kindred spirit in this Nascent Soul stage junior, who was so generous to bet five Top-Grade Spirit Stones. They wouldnât hold back.
Seeing dozens of people eager to try, Yan Xiaohuâs heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Only five people, in case I lose, I can afford to pay!"
Yan Xiaohu didnât expect so many people to have Top-Grade Spirit Stones. Winning would make him rich.
But what if he lost?
If the others left him here to repay with his body, he wouldnât be free for hundreds of years.
Although he trusted the Fourth Brother, there were no absolutes.
He would test the waters today.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Quickly, five Perfection of Divinity Transformation Realm regiment leaders appeared before Yan Xiaohu, afraid of missing this grand bet.
Each threw down five Top-Grade Spirit Stones, their voices strong and clear, "Bet!"
Seeing the five takers at the betting table, others grumbled, "That was fast," and could only watch eagerly.
As for Xuanyuan Shuo, witnessing this, he merely laughed and shook his head, with indulgence in his eyes, not stopping them. This was his typical pastime too, after all.
Looking at the twenty-five Top-Grade Spirit Stones, Yan Xiaohu felt both excited and fearful, even regretting his impulsiveness.
If he lost, he would owe seventy-five Top-Grade Spirit Stones, but he only had five altogether.
In the arena, Zhou Qing sighed at the sight.
But soon, he received a voice transmission from Yan Xiaohu.
"Fourth Brother, please, or I might be done for. Iâll split the winnings fifty-fifty later!" Yan Xiaohu begged.
Zhou Qing countered without hesitation, "Sixty-forty!"
"Do you know how much risk Iâm taking?" Yan Xiaohu was anxious.
"Fine, if I lose, I lose. No big deal." Zhou Qing pretended to be relaxed.
"Alright, alright, sixty-forty it is!" Yan Xiaohu quickly agreed.
Watching Zhou Qing slowly draw a rusty Broken Sword, Yan Xiaohu prayed again, "Celestial Bodhisattva, please bless Fourth Brother, bless me. Iâll gamble just this once and never again."
Lu Jinghong, seeing Zhou Qing draw out a rusty Broken Sword, remained cautious.
According to Junior Brother Jiang, the sword, despite its appearance, was extremely tough. Even his spear at full strength couldnât leave a mark.