Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 409 - 166: Domineering

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On the arena, the battle was intensely gripping.

Lin Zheyu deliberately suppressed his strength, engaging in a back-and-forth exchange with his opponent.

Below the arena, most were betting on Lin Weizhuo to win. Seeing Lin Weizhuo seemingly gaining the upper hand, they couldn’t help but cheer loudly.

Only the people around the betting table were a bit more composed.

They needed to observe the Martial Artist’s fight, to judge the approximate strength range of the Martial Artist from a few battles.

Then, based on the battle data, they would set the odds.

If they set the odds carelessly, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.

"Mr. Yang, do you think this person is promising?"

The man in charge of this arena, seeing the old man beside him watching the newly entered Martial Artist with interest, couldn’t help but feel curious.

The old man’s strength was not visible, with no trace of energy fluctuations emanating, resembling an ordinary old man.

He held a wine jug in his right hand, lying in a rocking chair, leisurely observing Lin Zheyu on the arena.

"Not bad in strength."

"A young man with ideas, trying to fleece us for a bit."

"But he’s still a bit green, his acting not up to par. Holding back isn’t done like this, his eyes lack tension and urgency, too fake."

"Lower his odds for the next match, set it to 1 to 0.5."

Mr. Yang took a sip of wine, chuckling as he spoke.

"Yes, sir."

The man nodded, instructing someone to adjust the odds.

He glanced at those excited spectators cheering for Lin Weizhuo’s advantage, and couldn’t help but sneer.

Mr. Yang asked him to adjust the odds for that Martial Artist named Zhao Hao, which meant the outcome of this fight was already decided.

Lin Weizhuo was bound to lose.

He had complete faith in Mr. Yang’s judgment.

"Mr. Yang’s evaluation of this person is so high, setting the odds without even watching the next challenger on stage."

"This kind of treatment is generally reserved for Martial Artists he values, thinking they have the potential to claim the honor of a hundred unbeaten matches. Mr. Yang would only do so under such circumstances."

"What exactly is this guy’s background?"

The man curiously scrutinized Lin Zheyu.

Browsing through the registration information the other party just provided, he was quite skeptical about the authenticity of the details.

Name: Zhao Hao

Age: 58

Background: Martial Artist from the Lee Family

Origin: None.

"For Mr. Yang to think so highly of him, should this person belong to some secret faction?" the man speculated privately.

"Interesting, what Concealing Breath Skill did this little guy train in, I can’t even see through it."

"A very strong physique, the Lin Family’s lad can’t even break through his defenses."

"His Lightweight Skill has actually been cultivated to this level, quite a remarkable little fellow..."

"Hmm!?"

"This incredibly domineering force, solid and powerful, doesn’t seem like a rootless tree or source-less water, has it condensed into a Tyrant True Intent Seed?"

"Although using the Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist, the Fist Skill bears traces of the Wild Bull Fist."

"Could this little guy possibly be a disciple of the Bull Demon Sect?"

Mr. Yang observed Lin Zheyu, his face full of interest.

Despite not seeing through Lin Zheyu’s strength, experienced Martial Artists like Mr. Yang could also discern many things through combat performance.

After watching for a while, he resumed sipping his wine.

The battle’s outcome was already determined, it held no viewing value.

Indeed.

A few minutes later.

Bam!

Lin Weizhuo, caught off guard, stumbled over an inconspicuous stone underfoot and was struck out of the arena by a punch from Lin Zheyu.

Lin Weizhuo was stunned.

The audience below was also stunned, erupting into a burst of chaotic noise.

"What happened, what just happened, how did Mr. Lin lose?"

"He was about to win just now, how could this be, can someone explain this to me?"

"Ah, my two thousand silver!"

"..."

Lin Weizhuo was punched out of the arena, landing heavily on the ground.

He was dazed for a long time, finding it hard to accept the reality of his defeat.

"Thank you for letting me win."

Lin Zheyu’s voice brought Lin Weizhuo back to reality.

He let out a long breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.

With a tap of his toe, he leapt again onto the arena.

Every Martial Artist has two chances to challenge each day, failing to challenge doesn’t mean there’s no opportunity.

Truly powerful Martial Artists grow stronger the more they are frustrated, continually fighting despite failures.

The Martial Dao Exchange, mainly provides opportunities for Martial Artists to exchange and spar, rather than being a pure competitive venue, not stripping away the other party’s continued challenge rights because of one failure.

Yet they also don’t allow endless challenges, only twice a day.

"Again!"

"I was careless earlier, this time I definitely won’t lose!"

Lin Weizhuo said with determined eyes.

His fighting spirit was intense, looking at Lin Zheyu with no contempt at all.

"I am Lin Weizhuo, may I know your name?"

Lin Weizhuo solemnly asked, no longer as rude or disdainful as before.

"Zhao Hao."

"Wait a moment, I’ll go place a bet."

Lin Zheyu said calmly.

After speaking, he directly turned and jumped off the arena, leaving Lin Weizhuo alone on stage.

As Lin Zheyu approached, the Martial Artists surrounding the betting table parted to make way.

"Kid, impressive, but I’m still betting on Mr. Lin to win this one!"

A burly man grinned at Lin Zheyu, chuckling as he spoke.

Lin Zheyu glanced at him indifferently, carelessly making his way to the betting spot.

"Currently, I can bet up to two thousand silver, right?"

"Bet the thousand silver I just earned on myself winning."

Lin Zheyu said.

His eyes glanced at the betting table, involuntarily pausing slightly: "Why are my odds so low, shouldn’t they be higher?"