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Chapter 70 - Iron Bear Zhuo Wencheng

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

This person was tall, two times taller than an ordinary person. The muscles on his shoulders were connected to his neck, and his entire body was filled with explosive strength.

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

"Why is the number two on the warrior ranking here among us freshmen?"

"He seemed to be calling out for Ye Yang just now. I wonder how Ye Yang offended Zhuo Wencheng. It looks like Ye Yang is going to be in for a ride of misfortune."

When Ye Yang saw Zhuo Wencheng walk in, he had a rough understanding of the situation. He probably wanted to help the Fighting Chicken Eyes to get back at him.

Ye Yang slowly walked over to Zhuo Wencheng. The two of them were far apart, as though they were facing a humanoid beast.

However, the aura that Ye Yang was emitting was no weaker than his opponent. Ye Yang indifferently said, "I am Ye Yang. What business do you have with me?"

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

"That's right, your little brother …"

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

"To me?" Ye Yang was stunned. It's always been people who challenged the people on the leaderboard, and it's even heard that the first person on the leaderboard challenged ordinary people.

This was because if someone were to win the challenge, they could use half of the points on his card and his cultivation manor.

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

However, there was no need for those on the leaderboard to challenge him, as long as the other party agreed.

Seeing Ye Yang in a daze, thinking that Ye Yang was afraid, Zhuo Wencheng coldly said, "You can reject him, but from now on, all the students of your Eight Desolate City will be rejected by our Sea Jade City. Don't think of completing any missions in the future."

Ye Yang's expression turned cold, "Are you threatening me?"

"That's right, I'm just threatening you. If you don't show yourself, your companions will be implicated by you. I think you won't refuse, right? Let me see how impressive the first place of the examination is," Zhuo Wencheng said in slight disdain.

Ye Yang nodded, "Alright, you have successfully aroused my anger. I don't care if you are taking the initiative or being used. I will not show mercy!"

"Kid, be careful of your tongue. He's just a novice warrior and yet he dares to be so arrogant. If he dies, he wouldn't even know how he died!"

"Alright, let's cut the crap. Where and how?" Ye Yang said.

"Tomorrow afternoon, stage three." Zhuo Wencheng said.

"No problem!" Ye Yang shrugged.

"Alright, I hope that the skills on your hands tomorrow will be as hard as your mouth. Don't disappoint me," Zhuo Wencheng sneered.

"You sure have a lot of bullshit. You're just like that good-for-nothing little brother of yours." Ye Yang waved his hand in disgust, as if he was shooing away flies. "Scram, tomorrow I'll cripple you!"

"Bastard, just you wait." After he finished speaking, Zhuo Wencheng left without turning back.

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

"Zhuo Wencheng actually challenged Ye Yang? "Did I hear wrongly? This is too much bullying!"

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

"That's right, Zhuo Wencheng is a warrior at the peak of the warrior realm. He entered the academy last year, a year before us. Ye Yang is definitely not our match."

"That's right. Ye Yang is only an early stage warrior. It looks like there's no suspense for tomorrow's challenge."

Meng Fei's face was full of worry, "Boss, how can you agree to that? He's at the peak of the warrior realm, you are only a beginner warrior, your cultivation is not even as high as mine, how can you fight against him?"

Ye Yang only noticed now that he never thought that Meng Fei, this wretched guy, would actually be a warrior of the Sixth Sky of the Warrior Realm.

"No worries. Oh right, I heard that this arena seems to be able to gamble points, right?" Ye Yang asked.

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

"That's right. I wonder if they've opened their mouths. What are their odds?"

"Meng Fei, do you want to become rich?" 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 don't dare say a hundred percent, but there's at least an 80% chance of success. Do you want to bet on it?" Ye Yang looked at Meng Fei and asked.

"Since boss already said it, little brother can only sacrifice his life to accompany Sovereign. At worst, I'll just lose these three thousand points," Meng Fei said as he gritted his teeth.

"Haha, don't worry, follow me, I guarantee that you won't suffer any losses. In a while, go and take a look at the betting rates, then come and find me here," Ye Yang told Meng Fei about his house.

Meng Fei turned around and went back into the arena to investigate. Ye Yang did not stay any longer and returned back to his residence to get some food.

Suddenly, Bai Ze arrived. Ye Yang hurriedly welcomed him in and invited him in for a meal.

But when Bai Ze saw the meat of the Raging Flames Salamander, his face twitched and he immediately said that he had already eaten.

Ye Yang did not force him and brewed a pot of tea for Bai Ze, listening to his story.

It turned out that Zhang Linjie came from Sea Jade City, and was a disciple that the Zhuo Family focused on training. He had just passed the examination last year to become a deacon, and today, he was suddenly asked by Zhuo Wencheng's little brother to help him.

Zhuo Wencheng's brother originally wanted to use his brother's fame to scare the freshmen, and get a place to stay.

Right now, Zhang Linjie had already been removed from his position and was being expelled from the academy.

It turned out that the academy was not filled with filth like he had imagined.

"I want to know, who exactly gave my information to that cross-eyed person?" Ye Yang asked. This is the main point.

"I've checked this. It's a person called Zhao Zilong, he's also from the Eight Desolate City," Bai Ze intentionally gave Ye Yang a glance.

Ye Yang slightly pondered for a moment, and said: "Zhao Zilong should be from the previous batch of academies, I heard that he is the only Eight Desolate City Disciple that remained from the previous batch, so what faction does he currently belong to?"

"Indeed, he was the only one in your Eight Desolate City in the previous tournament, and he is now being relied on by Nan Licheng," Bai Ze said as he took a sip of tea.

"As expected, thank you, Big Brother Bai today," Ye Yang thanked Bai Ze, and then chatted with him for a bit before Bai Ze left.

It was only until dusk when Meng Fei came over with the news that the betting table had already been opened for the duel between Zhuo Wencheng and Ye Yang, and the betting rate was one to six.

If Ye Yang were to win, then the ten thousand points would become sixty thousand.

When Ye Yang heard this news, he immediately smiled and said to Meng Fei, "Do you know who set up the village? Is it reliable? "

"Don't worry, the people who started this place are Nan Licheng's people, although their character is not good, but this matter is related to their reputation, they will not dare to go back on their words," Meng Fei explained.

"Alright, I have some points. You help me bet all of them, remember to find some reliable people to split up and place bets on them, so that no one will notice," Ye Yang handed Meng Fei a point card.

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

"110,000 points, my god!" Meng Fei never thought that Ye Yang would have so many points. The top ten people on the Warrior Ranking probably didn't even have that many points.

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

"Of course, they've given us points. How could they not want it? Quickly go and do it!" Ye Yang smiled.

"Alright, boss, I will make this matter a success," Meng Fei said excitedly.

Meng Fei was extremely touched. To be able to casually hand over a hundred and ten thousand contribution points to him, Ye Yang clearly had absolute trust in him.

After sending Meng Fei off, Ye Yang settled the little fox down and also started to cultivate.

The next morning, Meng Fei came over to tell Ye Yang that the betting was already complete. He had found over a dozen trusted disciples from their family, so it definitely wouldn't be a problem.

It was still early, but Meng Fei used the excuse that he was familiar with the area as he pulled Ye Yang to the fighting arena.

What made Ye Yang surprised was that the martial arts competition was already going on. Two figures were currently fighting intensely in one of the arenas, and shouts could be heard from time to time.

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

"Did you see that? That thick browed man is the thirteenth ranked warrior, and his challenger is an expert from the Windy City," Meng Fei introduced.

"Do you come often?" Ye Yang questioned.

"Hehe, that's not it either. After all, we're still ranked forty-nine. We can't not come," Meng Fei said, a little pleased with himself.

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

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

"It can't be, that guy with the thick eyebrows is obviously already out of breath, and his footsteps are already starting to get messy. His opponent's aura is like a rainbow," Meng Fei said, puzzled.

"This thick-browed man is the complete opposite of you. Your vulgarity is on your face, and his vulgarity is in your heart. He's playing dirty with his opponent." Ye Yang laughed.

"Boss, are you trying to sprinkle salt on little brother's wounds? Since I'm already like this, don't provoke me, quickly tell me why he won," Meng Fei said gloomily.

"Look at him gasping for breath, his steps are shaky, that's all an illusion. He's panting but his breathing isn't chaotic, while his steps are illusory and real. He's only waiting for an opportunity." Ye Yang explained.

As if to verify Ye Yang's judgement, when the challenger attacked, the thick-browed man seized the opportunity to knock him off the stage in three consecutive strikes due to carelessness.

Meng Fei immediately opened his mouth wide, spitting out a mouthful of saliva hatefully, and scolding, "Sinister, truly sinister, acting too much like it, but luckily boss is even more sinister than him, able to see through it with one look."

Just as Ye Yang wanted to teach this blabbermouth blabbermouth a lesson, a voice spread throughout the entire arena. "Next match, arena number two, Ye Yuhan against Feng Buping."