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With an angry roar, a big, bald man who seemed like an iron tower appeared at the door.

This huge man was two heads taller than ordinary people. The muscles on his shoulders were connected to his neck, and his entire body was filled with explosive strength.

"Iron Hero Zhuo Wencheng!" Someone cried out in alarm.

"Why would a second ranked expert on the martial warrior ranking be here among us newcomers today?"

"I think he just shouted Ye Yang. I wonder how Ye Yang offended Zhuo Wencheng. It looks like Ye Yang is in trouble."

When Ye Yang saw Zhuo Wencheng walking in, he had a rough understanding of the situation. He was probably here to revenge the cross-eyed man.

Ye Yang slowly walked out and came up to Zhuo Wencheng. The two of them looked totally different in size, as if it was a man facing a humanoid beast.

However, the aura Ye Yang was emitting was not any weaker than the other man. Ye Yang said indifferently, "I am Ye Yang. What do you want from me?"

"You are Ye Yang? Did you injure my brother?" Zhuo Wencheng stared at Ye Yang and roared.

"That's right. Your brother …"

"Enough. No matter what the reason was, as long as you injured my brother, I will definitely not let you go. I challenge you right now," Zhuo Wencheng said coldly.

"Challenge me?" Ye Yang was startled. There had always been people challenging those on the list. But it was the first time he heard that someone on the list was challenging ordinary people.

This was because if one was to win the challenge against someone on the ranking, he could take the loser’s cultivation manor and half of the points on the loser’s card.

And the qualification to challenge would require more than 10,000 points as collateral. If one lost, he would hand over 10,000 points.

However, the collateral was not needed for those on the ranking to challenge someone not on it, as long as the other one agreed.

Seeing Ye Yang in a daze, Zhuo Wencheng thought that he was afraid, and coldly said, "You can refuse. But from now on, all the disciples in your Eight Desolations City will be rejected by the people in our Sea Jade City. Don't think about doing any mission in the future."

Ye Yang's expression instantly turned cold: “Are you threatening me?”

"Exactly. I'm threatening you. If you hide yourself, your companions will be implicated by you. I don’t think you’ll refuse, right? Let me see how impressive the No.1 of the examination is," Zhuo Wencheng said in slight disdain.

Ye Yang nodded: "Alright. You have successfully ignited my anger. I don't care if you are doing this for yourself or being used by someone. I will not show mercy."

"Kid, be careful of your tongue. You’re just a martial warrior. How dare you to be so arrogant. Be careful, or you won’t even know how you’re killed.”

"Alright, cut the crap. When and where?" Ye Yang said.

"Tomorrow afternoon, third arena." Zhuo Wencheng said.

"No problem," Ye Yang shrugged.

"Alright, I hope that your skills tomorrow will be as tough as your words. Don't disappoint me," Zhuo Wencheng sneered.

“You’re full of crap, just like your trash brother,” Ye Yang waved his hands in disgust, as if he was shooing away flies. "Scram. I will cripple you tomorrow."

"Bastard, just you wait." And Zhuo Wencheng left without turning back.

Seeing that Zhuo Wencheng had left, the group of people started whispering to each other.

"Zhuo Wencheng is actually challenging Ye Yang? Did I hear wrongly? He is such a bully!"

"I heard that Zhuo Wencheng was on the second place of the martial warrior ranking for half a year, and no one has been able to shake his position."

"That's right. Zhuo Wencheng has the cultivation of the peak of martial warrior, and he entered the academy last year, which was a full year earlier than us. Ye Yang is definitely not his match."

"Yeah. Ye Yang’s cultivation is only at the early stage of martial warrior. It looks like there won’t be much suspense for tomorrow's challenge."

Meng Fei's face was full of worry, "Boss, how can you just accept that? He's at the peak of martial warrior, and you are only a beginner of martial warrior. Your cultivation is even lower than mine. How are you going to fight against him?"

Only now did Ye Yang realize that this wretched Meng Fei actually was a martial cultivator of martial warrior at the sixth empyrean.

"Don't worry. By the way, I heard that you could bet points at the arena, right?" Ye Yang asked.

"Yeah. Why? Do you want to bet, boss?" Meng Fei was a little surprised.

"That's right. I wonder if it has started yet. And what are the odds?"

"It will only come out after Zhuo Wencheng has registered in the arena. They will offer odds based on the strength difference between the two sides. But I believe that your odds would be very low." Meng Fei said as he shook his head.

"Meng Fei, do you want to make a fortune?" Ye Yang asked.

"Boss, are you saying that you have the confidence to win?" Meng Fei was not stupid. His eyes immediately lit up.

"I can't guarantee, but I'm at least eighty percent confident. Do you want to bet on it?" Ye Yang asked as he looked at Meng Fei.

"Since boss said so, little brother can only follow you no matter what. At worst, I'll just consider these three thousand points lost," Meng Fei said as he gritted his teeth.

"Ha-ha, rest assured. I guarantee that you won't suffer any loss following me. Go and take a look at the odds in a while, then come and find me here immediately." Ye Yang then told Meng Fei where he lived.

Meng Fei turned and ran to the arena for inquiry. Ye Yang did not stay, and directly returned to his residence to get some food, and ate together with the little thing.

Suddenly, Bai Ze arrived. Ye Yang hurriedly welcomed him into the house and invited him to a meal.

However, when Bai Ze saw the meat of the Flaming Salamander, his face twitched and immediately said that he had already had a meal.

Ye Yang did not insist, brewed a pot of tea for Bai Ze, and listened to what he had to say.

It turned out that Zhang Linjie came from Hai Yu City, and was a disciple that the Zhuo Family had specially nurtured. He had just passed the examination to become a deacon last year, and today he was suddenly asked by Zhuo Wencheng's brother for a favor.

Zhuo Wencheng's brother originally wanted to get a house just by using his brother's fame to scare the new disciple a little. But he didn’t think he would meet such a tough guy as Ye Yang.

Zhang Linjie was only helping to replace the patrolling people in that area, so that no one knew about their situation. However, he never expected Ye Yang to be so difficult to deal with. So he had to make a move.

Now Zhang Linjie had already been removed from his position and expelled from the Academy, which helped reduce Ye Yang’s anger by quite a bit.

It turned out that the academy was not all that filthy like he had imagined.

"I wonder who exactly gave my information to that cross-eyed guy?" Ye Yang asked, which was the main point.

"I've checked on this. It's a person called Zhao Zilong. He's also from Eight Desolations City," Bai Ze intentionally glanced at Ye Yang when he said this.

Ye Yang slightly pondered for a moment, and said: "Zhao Zilong should be from the last year of the academy. I heard that he is the only disciple of the Eight Desolations City left from the last year. What force does he currently belong to?"

"Indeed, he was the only one left in your Eight Desolations City, and he is now under Nan Li City," Bai Ze said as he took a sip of tea.

"As expected. Thank you for today, Brother Bai," Ye Yang thanked Bai Ze and chatted with him for a while longer before Bai Ze left.

It was only until the evening when Meng Fei came over with the news that the challenge between Zhuo Wencheng and Ye Yang had already begun, the odds of it being 1: 6.

This meant that every 10,000 points on Ye Yang, if he won, would become 60,000.

When Ye Yang heard this news, he immediately laughed and said to Meng Fei, "Do you know who set up the casino? Are they reliable? "

"Relax, the people who started the casino are from the Nan Li City. Although they are no noble people, it concerns their reputation. So they would not dare to go back on their words," Meng Fei explained.

"Alright, I have some points. Go and help me put them in the bet, all of them. Make sure you find some reliable people to split up and place bets on them, so that no one will notice," Ye Yang said as he handed over a point card to Meng Fei.

Meng Fei took the point card. When he saw the number on it, he was shocked and almost threw the point card away.

"One …One hundred and ten thousand points, my god." Meng Fei never thought that Ye Yang would actually have so many points. The top ten people on the Martial Warrior Ranking probably didn't have that many points.

"Boss, are we really going to make this bet?" Meng Fei said somewhat hesitantly.

"Of course, they are giving us points. How can we not take them. Hurry up and get it done." Ye Yang laughed.

"Alright, boss, I promise I will do it perfectly for you," Meng Fei said excitedly.

Meng Fei was very moved. To be able to casually hand over one hundred and ten thousand points to him, Ye Yang clearly had absolute trust in him.

After sending Meng Fei off, Ye Yang settled down the Little Fox and also entered into a state of cultivation.

The next morning, Meng Fei came over to inform Ye Yang that the wager had been made. He had found over a dozen trusted family disciples to bet on him, so it would definitely not be a problem.

It was still early, but Meng Fei pulled Ye Yang to the martial arena with the excuse of familiarizing himself with the area.

What surprised Ye Yang was that a competition was already underway. Two figures were fighting on one of the arenas, and shouts could be heard from time to time.

When they got closer, Ye Yang realized that they were in an open field that covered a hundred acres. There were a total of four stages.

"Did you see that? That thick browed man is Lu Ming, the thirteenth ranked martial warrior. And his challenger is an expert from Qing Feng City," Meng Fei introduced.

"Do you come often?" Ye Yang asked doubtfully.

"He-he, not really. But I’m ranked forty-nine after all. How could I not come?" Meng Fei said a little proudly.

"Boss, who do you think will win?" Meng Fei pointed at the two figures on the stage and asked.

"That thick browed man," Ye Yang said with certainty.

"It can't be. That thick browed guy is obviously already out of breath, and his footsteps are starting to get messy. His opponent's aura is still quite strong," Meng Fei said, puzzled.

"This thick browed guy is the opposite of you. Your vulgarity is written on your face, but his vulgarity is in his heart. He is secretly playing with his opponent." Ye Yang laughed.

"Boss, you are sprinkling salt on my wounds. Have some pity on me and stop mentioning that. Just tell me why he will win," Meng Fei said gloomily.

"See how he’s gasping for breath and his weak footsteps. They are but illusion. He's breathing heavily but his aura isn’t disordered. And his steps, though seemingly fragile, are actually solid. He's only waiting for a chance," Ye Yang explained.

As if verifying Ye Yang's judgement, when the challenger attacked, due to his carelessness, he made an opening, allowing the thick browed man to grab hold of the opportunity and knocked him off the arena in three consecutive strikes.

Meng Fei’s mouth was wide open. He spit hatefully, and scolded, "Sinister, so sinister. He’s acting! But luckily you are even more sinister than him, so you’re able to see through it at once."

Just as Ye Yang was going to give a lesson to this guy who was talking carelessly, a voice spread across the entire arena, "Next match, second arena, Ye Yuhan against Feng Buping."