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When the match began, Sakolu copied Ma Lin, pointing his sword at Yang Bo from afar.

Yang Bo took the same opening stance as Sakolu.

The two quickly closed in and exchanged a round of probing attacks.

Sakolu had tested Yang Bo's strength and speed, and his nerves immediately settled.

"Come on, come on, you piece of trash!" Sakolu taunted Yang Bo verbally.

"Hurry up and beat me. If you beat me, you'll get 800 million."

"You won't earn 800 million in a lifetime, but if you defeat me, you can have it right away." Sakolu's team had tailored this taunt around the Alliance people's love of money.

The two exchanged another round of sword clashes. Then Yang Bo suddenly took a large step forward and thrust fiercely.

Unexpectedly, Sakolu had been prepared. He twisted aside to dodge Yang Bo's thrust, then drove his sword straight at Yang Bo's vital point.

Yang Bo staggered as well, barely managing to evade Sakolu's strike.

"Haha!" Seeing Yang Bo stumble, Sakolu burst into laughter. His sword followed close behind like a venomous snake.

"Take him down!"

"Take him down!"

"Take him down!" The gamblers in the stands nearly leaped up in excitement at the sight.

Those who had bet on Yang Bo, meanwhile, had their hearts in their throats. But they did not dare shout, or they would be beaten up by the people around them without question.

Liu Jingxiang and Zhou Kexin clutched their chests tightly. That exchange had been far too dangerous.

Yang Bo took a risk, making two jumps to break away from Sakolu's pursuit.

Sakolu wanted to follow Yang Bo's jump, but then he remembered someone had fallen for that trick before, so he held back.

Seeing how steadily Yang Bo landed, Sakolu knew that if he pursued, he