Two men now entered the arena. One was a young man with short hair, dressed in Cyan Armor.

The moment the young man took the stage, he plunged his weapon—a black Battle Halberd—into the ground with a heavy THUD.

His cultivation was quite formidable, having reached the Early Stage of the Fifth Stage of True Martial Realm.

The young man wore an arrogant expression as he scanned his surroundings indifferently. "I am Mo Ning. Who dares to step up and challenge me?"

"Hahaha, I’ll be the one to play with you!" A deep voice boomed as a burly figure, like a human-shaped giant bear, strode onto the stage with powerful, confident steps. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

This man wielded two sabers. His red eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyes glinted like cold stars.

He was also at the Fifth Stage of the True Martial Realm!

"It’s Double Saber Chen Chimei! I can’t believe he’s getting on stage!"

"This Double Saber Chen Chimei is the undefeated champion of the Fifth War Zone. There’s no doubt who will win this fight!"

This burly, saber-wielding man, Chen Chimei, was clearly quite famous in the Martial Arts Arena.

His appearance drew waves of gasps from the crowd.

Many people were already placing their bets, certain that Chen Chimei was guaranteed to win!

Xiao Qingyi looked at Jiang Chen, her voice soft and melodic. "Brother Chen, who do you think will win?"

Jiang Chen paused for a moment before replying, "In this fight, Mo Ning has the better odds!"

"Why is that?" Xiao Qingyi asked curiously.

Just as Jiang Chen was about to answer, a scornful laugh rang out. "Hahaha, Mo Ning will win? What a country bumpkin, you clearly don’t know anything. You’ve never even heard of Double Saber Chen Chimei? He’s a powerhouse who once achieved a ten-win streak in the Martial Arts Arena! That Mo Ning is just a nobody. How could he possibly win?"

He looked toward the source of the voice and saw Shan Le staring at him with contempt.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "So what if he had a ten-win streak? That doesn’t mean he’s unbeatable. There are always new heights to reach, and always someone stronger."

"Hmph, even if there is always someone stronger, there’s no way Mo Ning could beat Chen Chimei!"

Shan Le sneered, his eyes glinting as he said provocatively, "Country bumpkin, do you dare make a bet with me?"

"What’s the wager?" Jiang Chen asked, looking at Shan Le with a faint, unreadable smile.

’I’d heard his earlier conversation with that girl, Xiaoling, crystal clear. Now that he was making his move, how could I not know what he was thinking?’

’Sure enough...’

A flash of hidden delight crossed Shan Le’s eyes. He pretended to think for a moment before saying, "I bet Chen Chimei wins. If I’m right, you give me that white Demon Beast, and that purple gauze dress Miss Qingyi is wearing! If I lose, I’ll give you 100,000 gold. How about it?"

Shan Le had deliberately raised the stakes to 100,000 gold to entice Jiang Chen into taking the bet.

That was the equivalent of ten million silver!

Shan Le was sure Jiang Chen wouldn’t be able to refuse.

However.

After he finished speaking, Shan Le found that Jiang Chen’s group, and even Black Emperor and Little White, were all staring at him with utter contempt.

Shan Le felt a surge of irritation and snapped, "What? Are you scared to bet against me?"

"It’s not that I’m scared, it’s just... you’re too cheap," Jiang Chen said with a shrug. "To think you’d have the nerve to offer such a paltry stake. I can’t muster even a shred of interest."

"A paltry stake? I’m too cheap?"

Shan Le was stunned, and his expression turned ugly.

A typical Tier Two Demon Beast was only worth a little over ten million silver!

His wager was already quite substantial!

His expression flickered. "Then what kind of wager would you consider appropriate?" Shan Le asked.

Jiang Chen held up a single finger and said slowly, "Non-negotiable. Ten million—gold."

"What? Ten million gold?" Shan Le’s face fell.

That was a billion silver!

Even though his Shan Family was a major clan in the Imperial Capital, taking out a billion silver would still be a painful blow.

Xiaoling’s jaw dropped in shock. She quietly tugged on Shan Le’s sleeve and whispered, "Shan Le, maybe we should just drop it!"

Jiang Chen said, "The young lady is right. If you can’t come up with ten million gold, then you’d better just forget it!"

Shan Le’s expression shifted multiple times, becoming incredibly sour.

’If I actually back down now, how can I ever show my face to Xiaoling again?’ He hardened his resolve and said through gritted teeth, "Fine. I’ll take that bet."

"A word, once spoken!"

"Can’t be taken back!"

The two then registered their bet with the betting system provided by the Martial Arts Arena. One of the services the arena offered was facilitating private wagers between guests. The only catch was that the Martial Arts Arena took a ten percent commission from every private bet.

After finalizing his bet with Shan Le, Jiang Chen then placed another massive bet on Mo Ning: one billion silver.

Cui Zheng and Kumu immediately followed his lead, the two of them practically betting their entire fortunes on Mo Ning. This left Shan Le and Shan Gang staring at each other in bewilderment.

Shan Gang hesitated. "Little Le, are you sure Chen Chimei will win?"

Shan Le nodded, full of confidence. "Don’t worry, Uncle. I practically live in the Martial Arts Arena. Chen Chimei’s combat prowess is off the charts. He’s guaranteed to win!"

"If that’s the case, I’ll place a bet too!" After a moment’s thought, Shan Gang also wagered ten million gold on Chen Chimei.

The uncle and nephew exchanged a look, their eyes full of malicious glee as they thought, ’What a bunch of idiots, daring to go against us. We’ll make sure you lose everything you have today!’

「At the same time...」

The battle between Mo Ning and Chen Chimei began.

Mo Ning brandished his black Battle Halberd. His body moved like lightning, transforming into a roaming dragon as he charged at Chen Chimei, his halberd swinging like a furious dragon. "Overlord Divine Halberd!"

"A petty trick! Double Dragon Out Sea—Shatter!" Chen Chimei roared with laughter as his twin sabers flew through the air, slashing out in unison.

Two waves of saber energy surged forward.

Like two soaring dragons, they coiled furiously into the air and, in an instant, completely scattered the black Halberd Aura.

"Hahaha, you’re still too green, kid! Taste my Gale Chaotic Dance!" Wielding a saber in each hand, Chen Chimei’s attacks were wide and powerful. Each slash was a killing blow, exuding a terrifying might.

He pressed Mo Ning, forcing him into a steady retreat and putting him at a clear disadvantage.

On the Observation Platform.

Shan Le wore a smug expression. "Country bumpkin, you’ve already lost this bet! Hahaha!"

Shan Gang smiled at Cui Zheng. "Elder Cui, it seems your junior doesn’t have a very good eye! Our Little Le’s judgment is far superior. Next time, you should just follow our lead when betting! Oh, right, it seems Elder Cui already placed a massive wager, so you’re probably out of money. Would you like me to lend you some? Hahaha..."

Watching the uncle and nephew gloat, Jiang Chen simply smiled faintly and said calmly, "Who can know the outcome before the very end?"

"Still haven’t given up? Then let’s just wait and see!"

Shan Le snorted.

On the stage.

The battle was completely one-sided. Chen Chimei’s twin sabers were truly formidable, and he had already left a series of gruesome wounds on Mo Ning. With every step Mo Ning took backward, he left a trail of bloody footprints, looking like a man drenched in blood. Chen Chimei’s eyes filled with bloodlust. "Kid, this final slash will be the death of you!"

"Furious Dragon Slash!"

Chen Chimei roared, crossing his sabers before his chest. A saber aura shot forth, like an enraged dragon slashing down at Mo Ning.

However...

Just when everyone believed Mo Ning’s defeat was certain...

A cold glint suddenly flashed in Mo Ning’s blood-soaked eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up as he let out a low, cold grunt. "I was waiting for this moment—Poison Dragon Spike!"

VMMMM—

Mo Ning gripped his halberd in one hand, thrust it forward, and launched himself into the air, beginning to spin furiously.

Man and halberd became one, like a wildly spinning poison dragon’s drill!

SWOOSH—

In a single move, he tore through the two peerless saber auras and, under Chen Chimei’s incredulous gaze, pierced straight through his body with a BOOM.

Mo Ning landed. Chen Chimei coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. A large hole had been torn through his chest.

His eyes filled with despair and disbelief as he collapsed heavily to his knees.

The Martial Arts Arena, so boisterous just a moment ago, now fell utterly silent.

Only when the referee from the Sixth War Zone snapped out of his daze did he loudly announce, "Mo Ning—is the victor!"