24
"Fist, palm, leg; he was proficient in three martial arts styles. How is this possible? How old is he? How can he have such energy?"
Meng, in charge, stood up in astonishment, looking at Leon Wei before him.
The two sides fought clearly. The opponent's moves were varied and unpredictable. If the opponent's cultivation wasn't deep, such changes would be suicidal. However, based on his knowledge, he could confirm that the opponent's mastery of the three martial arts styles was extremely profound.
His Qi and blood were much stronger than Yuan Feng's.
"Darn, this kid has been pretending to be a weakling all along," Meng stared straight at Han Wei.
If it weren't for this, it couldn't be explained.
He had been defeated miserably in the recent challenges. How could the situation have been turned around so quickly?
It seemed like he had figured something out.
"Han, you guys at the Longying Martial Hall are really setting a trap."
"What do you mean?" Han Wei didn't understand what this guy was talking about. What did he mean by setting a trap and what was so remarkable about winning a challenge?
"Heh, stop pretending with me. Can you explain why he lost consecutively in the past challenges but won this time? Or was he really weak before and suddenly became strong recently?" Meng finally understood. This was a scheme, a deep one at that.
He had secretly made a deal with the Lin Martial Hall. After being bankrupted by two affiliated martial halls in a row, he faced Ma Sandao, opened up betting, and then challenged the martial hall that had defeated him before.
In the eyes of ordinary people, having been defeated before, how could he possibly win now? So, the Loulan Pavilion opened up, giving Yuan Feng a guaranteed win, luring people to bet. In the end, the Lin Martial Hall won and made a killing.
Even if some people bet on the Lin Martial Hall to win, it was just a small matter, nothing serious.
Han Wei looked at Meng and felt like this guy's mind was messed up.
On the other hand, You, in charge, had a difficult expression, turning pale and then red, as if he could change his face.
His heart was in great pain.
Silver, his silver.
No mistake, he had bet on Yuan Feng to win, never considering betting on Leon Wei.
But now, he had lost miserably.
"Yuan Master, get up."
"Darn, I trusted you so much, and this is how you repay me?"
"Yuan Master..."
The people who bet on Yuan Master to win wailed. They felt a pain in their hearts that made it hard to breathe. Some even slapped themselves in anger. They had missed out on Leon Wei before and now regretted not believing in him.
Is it really so difficult to trust someone?
"Master won."
"Haha, it seems believing in my son was the right choice. Leon Wei is amazing."
Those who chose to believe in Leon Wei were ecstatic, their faces contorting with joy.
Especially Douhua Lv, who was dumbfounded, smiling foolishly, unable to contain his joy, muttering to himself.
"It's happening, it's really happening."
[Received Wish Points +1]
[Received Wish Points +1]
...
The Wish Points kept coming, increasing by a total of one hundred and thirty points.
Were there really so few people who bet on me to win?
What a pity.
But he was content with this.
With these white Wish Points alone, his overall strength had undergone a tremendous transformation.
It was just that Jin Ray's golden Wish Points had not arrived yet, indicating that there was still one martial hall left to challenge.
Leon Wei walked over to Yuan Feng. "Yuan Master, I have offended you."
Yuan Feng, supported by his disciples, seemed unwilling, but he could only admit defeat. When one's skills were inferior, there was nothing more to say. He thought about the things he had lost due to this defeat, feeling a deep sense of discomfort.
The hard-earned gains, all gone because of a challenge.
Indeed, fortunes change, now favoring someone else.
"Let's go. We're heading to the Serpent Martial Hall," Leon Wei gestured, walking over to Han Wei. "Han, shall we go together?"
"Sure, let's go together."
Han Wei smiled, finding it hard to read Leon Wei.
From their recent match, he had realized that Leon Wei had entered the realm of skin and flesh, controlling his Qi and blood, bursting with energy while keeping his pores closed to prevent any leakage. This was something only achievable in the skin and flesh realm.
"Leon Wei, what a clever trick," Meng remarked.
Leon Wei replied, "Trick? I don't understand."
"Heh, the road ahead is long. Leon Wei, you're quite skilled. We, the Panshi Martial Hall, will remember this," Meng didn't waste any more words, leaving abruptly.
This battle had elevated the Longying Martial Hall's prestige while diminishing the face of the Panshi Martial Hall.
Leon Wei couldn't quite figure out this guy, feeling like he couldn't handle losing. He then glanced at You, barely giving him a second look, and began searching for Zhang Shan's figure in the crowd.
"Zhang, let's go."
"Coming."
Soon, everyone left the Longying Martial Hall. Those who lost miserably sat dejectedly, lacking interest in the next challenge. Meanwhile, those who won happily continued to watch the next challenge.
The only regret they had was that the Loulan Pavilion didn't offer any bets.
What a shame, indeed.
You, in charge, saw that Leon Wei didn't give him any face, gritting his teeth in frustration.
...
Serpent Martial Hall.
The main host, Liu, was the first to learn of the challenge's outcome. Though his face remained calm, his heart sank halfway. He had sparred with Yuan Feng privately and knew they were evenly matched. Losing so easily to Leon Wei was a blow to his pride.
"Master, Leon Wei is too arrogant. You must teach him a lesson later," a disciple remarked.
"Indeed, the Loulan Pavilion didn't dare to open bets for Master. It shows they knew Master would win, and opening bets would mean losing," another disciple added.
"Hmph, Yuan Feng from the Longying Martial Hall often claims to be on par with Master. I think he's just trying to show off, overestimating himself," the disciples surrounded Liu, discussing animatedly.
Liu, appearing calm on the surface, was actually contemplating how to handle the situation. He didn't want to get hurt or lose face. If he lost face, it would be disastrous for his career. If the wealthy young men who admired strength left his martial hall, his business would plummet, leading to its closure.
"Master, Leon Wei has already left. What should we do?" a disciple asked.
Liu, feeling anxious, quickly stood up and greeted Leon Wei warmly as he entered the martial hall, putting on a friendly smile.
"Leon Wei..."
Having learned from his disciples that Yuan Feng had a sour expression before being beaten, Liu felt regretful for his actions.
Why did he challenge Leon Wei's martial hall for no reason?
Looking at Leon Wei's magnanimity, he felt a deep sense of regret for his past behavior.
Damn it, why did I challenge Leon Wei's martial hall for no reason?
Look at how generous Leon Wei is, his heart is truly broad.
The onlookers outside were getting impatient.
What's going on? What was the result?
They were itching to know.
Just as they were wondering, the martial hall's doors opened, and Leon Wei walked out with a smile, accompanied by Liu. Observing closely, they noticed that neither of them had any injuries.
So, who won and who lost?
Facing the inquiries, Leon Wei remained silent, smiling, and led his disciples towards the martial hall.
Han Wei whispered, "Did you hold back?"
He knew that with Leon Wei's strength, defeating the opponent would have been easy. It seemed like something had happened inside.
Leon Wei smiled.
"Han, in the martial world, it's not all about fighting. It's about human relationships. Today's events are enough."
"Human relationships... Hmm, that makes sense. I've learned something," Han Wei nodded in approval, pondering over Leon Wei's words.