Chapter 4047: Chapter 4066: What If I Win?

The three contestants all looked surprised, obviously not expecting Lin Chen to be so young, and he didn’t have any intimidating aura. He looked just like an ordinary person, yet he was a sixth-level martial warrior.

The staff member laughed and said, "Since you are also a sixth-level martial warrior, that’s fine. You can compete as you wish. If you can’t hold on, you can admit defeat and end the match at any time."

Lin Chen nodded and then asked, "What if I win?"

The staff member was momentarily stunned, clearly not having considered this possibility before.

The audience was randomly selected for fun, to boost the atmosphere. But who would have thought they would randomly pick a sixth-level martial warrior?

After consulting a bit, the staff member finally gave Lin Chen an answer: "If you win, then you continue to the next match. If you win the championship, you can claim the prize money originally meant for the champion."

Lin Chen chuckled, "Alright, I’ll give it a try."

The staff member directed, "It’s time to draw lots for pairings now."

After going through the process, the draw results came out.

Lin Chen looked at the pairing on the screen, and his expression was somewhat subtle.

His opponent was actually number twelve.

What a coincidence.

If he were to beat number twelve, wouldn’t the bet that Yao Xuanji and Nalan Wushuang placed be wasted?

Lin Chen had just been thinking, if he drew either of the other two, what should he do?

Since luck favored him by drawing number twelve, he figured he had to help his wife and let number twelve win.

If he drew number twelve, then he was the lucky spectator. If he drew the other two, then sorry, he was the obstacle!

Take out one person for number twelve first, and then lose to number twelve in the end, isn’t that neat?

After all, he was randomly selected, no one would suspect him of cheating.

It’s acting, who can’t act?

You set the rules, I’ll follow them.

Quickly, the other two contestants went on first, and Lin Chen and number twelve watched and waited on the side.

While waiting, Lin Chen looked at number twelve next to him, approached, and whispered with a grin, "Tell me secretly, is there a script for today’s match?"

Number twelve looked at Lin Chen with a strange expression; ask about a script directly like that?

Not avoiding people at all?

Seeing the other not speaking, Lin Chen laughed, "Anyway, after they finish, there’s only one match left. I definitely can’t beat you. Come on, tell me. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone."

Number twelve shook his head, "There’s no script, it’s just a selection based on strength, picking several fifth and sixth-levels. Everyone has an entry fee, and the winner gets a big prize, just like the staff told you."

Lin Chen responded with an "Oh," "So, everyone came for the prize money?"

Number twelve gave Lin Chen a peculiar look, "Who would compete just because it’s fun? It’s not about the money?"

Lin Chen, curious as ever, asked, "You’re a sixth-level martial warrior, making money shouldn’t be hard, right?"

Number twelve answered, "If we win, we can also get a set of potions. These potions are hard to buy on the market, even if you have money."

Lin Chen realized, "Promotional potions?"

Number twelve nodded, "Yes. Although it can’t be said to definitely promote you, a set of potions has a high chance. I also got into the selection with difficulty and finally came here."

Lin Chen chuckled, "Then I’m relieved."

Number twelve frowned, then seemed to recall something: "Did you bet on me?"

Lin Chen nodded openly, "Yes, my wife wanted to have some fun, she placed some bets on you. Don’t worry, it’s not much money."

Number twelve hesitated, then whispered, "Then if I lose, don’t blame me."

Lin Chen grinned, "As long as you’re not match-fixing, you won’t lose. I was even planning to help take out one of your opponents. But since I drew you, you’ll have to give it your all in the last match."

Number twelve looked at Lin Chen in surprise, "Are you that confident?"

Lin Chen chuckled, "Don’t worry, you’ll win. Since I drew you, I’m just here for the experience, it won’t affect the match outcome."

Number twelve had a curious expression, is it true or fake?

Saying it as if it’s true?

Are you really that strong and confident you can win?

In the entire sixth-level realm, there might be people who can beat me, but there aren’t many.

Lin Chen guessed what the other was thinking, but he just chuckled and didn’t say much.

Since it doesn’t affect the outcome, he’s purely here for fun, without any pressure.

Quickly, the match on stage ended, and it was Lin Chen’s and number twelve’s turn.

The host, holding the microphone, said exaggeratedly, "You wouldn’t believe it, how lucky we are, this lucky audience member we drew is actually a martial warrior with strong combat power. His strength is similar to our contestant’s, making this match thrilling and interesting."

"Now let’s welcome our lucky audience member and number twelve to the stage!"

At this moment, Lin Chen took off his outer clothes, wearing only shorts, revealing his solid and well-proportioned upper body.

As soon as he appeared, a burst of exclamations immediately arose, mainly from the women.

Lin Chen was a cultivator before, now a martial warrior. His body wasn’t as exaggeratedly muscular as a martial warrior, the entire body fair as beautiful jade, with clear muscle contours but not exaggerated, giving an extremely well-proportioned aesthetic.

Moreover, Lin Chen didn’t have the typical rough quality of a martial warrior, emanating a gentle and refined young master’s demeanor. This scene caught the eyes of the female audience, each eye sparkling, eager to reach out and touch him.

Off-stage, Nalan Wushuang and the other three women watched Lin Chen wave his hand to provoke waves of cheers from the women below, unable to hold back their laughter.

"He even took off his clothes, is he such a show-off?"

"Maybe Brother Chen is just worried his clothes might get damaged? Of course, I also think he wants to show off his physique..."

"He actually drew number twelve. For our sake, he will definitely lose the match, but since he’s up there, he definitely wants to have some fun, look how happy he is now."

"Indeed, in the past, he spent most of his time facing opponents stronger than him, always steady like an old man, now is a rare chance for him to play around, isn’t it joyous?"

"Exactly, speaking of which, he’s much younger than us, only a few hundred years old..."

The three women giggled like flowers, chattering with smiles they couldn’t conceal.

"Match, begin!"

As the two contestants circled the arena and officially declared the match open, the host briskly announced the start of the match.