Dare You Bet Again?

In the stands, Wang Hua narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the center of the field—or perhaps the ring at its center.

Ever since Wang Hua had lost his bet to Zhou En, he had believed Zhou En had only won against Yue Hua through outside help.

But after hearing that Zhou En had taken down more than thirty of Li Hui's men by himself off campus, Wang Hua had been deeply shocked.

He also understood that Zhou En had defeated Yue Hua entirely through his own strength.

The truth was hard for Wang Hua to believe. In front of Zhou En, it seemed as though all the old common sense no longer applied.

This time, Wang Hua had come to watch Zhou En compete again.

Wang Hua did not believe Zhou En could still win this time, and he had heard the reason why.

The gap between veterans and newcomers was not so easily bridged.

At least, Wang Hua did not think Zhou En could bridge it.

This time, he had checked the betting odds as well.

They were still the same as last time. Only the opponent had been changed to Li Hui.

The odds of lasting one minute against Li Hui were ten to one.

The odds of lasting two minutes against Li Hui were twenty to one.

The odds of lasting three minutes against Li Hui were thirty to one.

Wang Hua firmly believed he was going to make a fortune.

"Welcome, everyone. Thank you for taking time out of your busy classes to watch the World Combat Club's official member selection tournament."

At the commentator's table, Zhang Li wore a gentle, approachable smile.

Zhang Li seemed to appear at every match on campus. There was a reason a company had noticed her while she was still a junior.

"Before the competition begins, let me briefly explain the format."

"This official member selection will choose five official members."

"The competition will be held in two rounds. In the first round, all reserve trainees will be ranked by points. A win earns one point, while losses and draws earn no points."

"In the second round, the final top five will be eligible to challenge any of the current five official members. If they win, they may take that person's place and become an official member."

Upon hearing the explanation, the crowd immediately began discussing it.

"Isn't that unfair to the weaker official members?"

"Ha, you don't get it. This selection tournament is meant to eliminate the weaker official members."

"The weakest official member seems to be Li Hui, right?"

"Heh, Li Hui is with the Iron Blood Gang. Do you dare mess with him?"

In the lounge, Zhou En could vaguely hear Zhang Li's voice. He had the strength to secure a top-five spot in the first round.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou En understood that thinking or doing anything now was useless. Only by giving it everything he had could he have even a sliver of hope.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. Just treat it like regular training." Liu Yu clapped her hands.

"Creak."

At that moment, the door was quietly pushed open.

Someone poked his head inside.

"Excuse me, is Zhou En here?" he asked Liu Yu.

Liu Yu was somewhat surprised, but she still nodded and gestured toward Zhou En.

Zhou En was a little baffled, but he got up and walked out anyway.

The moment he stepped out of the lounge, the clamor from the field crashed against his eardrums in wave after wave like the sea.

Zhou En glanced at the student in front of him, and his mind instantly pulled up the relevant memory.

Wang Hua—the one who had opened the betting pool when Zhou En fought Yue Hua. It was because of Wang Hua's betting pool that Zhou En had won a thousand yuan.

"What do you want with me?" Zhou En asked. The noise outside was so loud that he had to raise his voice.

Wang Hua smiled.

"Zhou En, do you want to make another fortune?" His voice was clearly full of temptation.

Zhou En shook his head, indicating that he was not interested.

"Bet on yourself to win. I'll still offer odds of one hundred to one. What do you say? If you win, you'll make ten times your money. That's a great deal, isn't it?"

The fact that Wang Hua could say that proved he still had not gotten over losing the previous bet.

He wanted to win it back this time. If he won, he naturally would not earn much, but if Zhou En lost, he would lose all of his future spending money.

Making this decision had caused Wang Hua tremendous pain. What supported his resolve was his belief that Zhou En could not possibly win.

Zhou En gave a cold laugh and said indifferently, "Do you think I'll fall for your nonsense again?

"Damn it, don't treat me like an idiot."

"Heh, Zhou En, don't tell me even you have no confidence in winning? Then you might as well go back and repeat the year!"

Those words were like a sharp thorn stabbing viciously into Zhou En's heart.

Zhou En gritted his teeth.

"Fine. I'll bet with you."

Wang Hua grinned. "How much?"

Zhou En hesitated for a moment, then transferred all three thousand yuan he had taken from the thugs to Wang Hua.

"Remember, if I win, give me thirty thousand."

Seeing so much money, Wang Hua's grin nearly split his face. He agreed again and again.

Wang Hua believed that this time, he would definitely win back both his principal and interest.

Thus, the deal was happily concluded.

"All right, I'm heading back." Zhou En called out, then walked straight toward the lounge without waiting for Wang Hua to respond.

"All right, I have roughly explained the rules and participants to everyone. Now, please welcome the members of our World Combat Club to the field."

Zhang Li took a sip of water and spoke in her gentle voice.

The club's reserve trainees stepped onto the field one after another, then went to their respective rings under the coach's direction.

Since the first round used a points system and involved many matches, five bouts were held simultaneously.

Zhou En had nothing to worry about in the first round. As long as he took it seriously, he could securely enter the top five even without using the Sun Character Consecutive Fist.

As the coach's whistle sounded, the reserve trainees began throwing themselves into defeating their opponents.

As one of the most likely candidates to compete for an official member spot, Zhou En's strength was naturally no exaggeration.

He had thought that once he stepped onto the ring, his opponent would obediently concede. Instead, the other man arrogantly started taunting him.

"You're Zhou En, right? Your trump card has already been exposed, and you still have the nerve to compete? If I were you, I'd have hidden inside my own pants long ago."

"What? Want to punch me? Let me tell you, I already know the weakness of the Sun Character Consecutive Fist. If you dare come at me, I guarantee I'll beat you so badly even your grandpa won't recognize you."

The young man seemed not to notice Zhou En's face gradually darkening and continued shouting insults.

The whistle had already blown, yet Zhou En and the young man had not started fighting, immediately drawing plenty of attention.

"Huh, who is that guy?"

"Zhou En. You know, the guy who only knows the Sun Character Consecutive Fist."

"Ha, now that his trump card has been countered, even some tiny reserve trainee dares to taunt him. What a fall from grace."

"Do you think Zhou En will accept that reserve trainee's challenge?"