Zhang Shun nodded thoughtfully at his words, then clenched his fist hard. "You really have thought of everything, junior brother. Fine, fifty taels it is! But..."
He gave a sly chuckle and counted out two more banknotes from the money he'd won.
"Your senior brother trusts you. I'll put another hundred taels on you. We're brothers—we'll share our blessings and weather our hardships together!"
Seeing Zhang Shun's trust in him, unreserved and unwavering,
Lin Qing felt a warmth in his heart. He said no more, only nodding firmly.
The next day, the martial arts arena was once again packed with people, and the atmosphere was even more heated than on the opening day.
Anyone who had made it into the top 128 was no pushover.
Every match from here on would be a hard-fought battle.
Lin Qing's second match was scheduled for the morning.
His opponent was a disciple from the Gale Blade Martial Hall named Zhao Mang. True to his name, he was broad and powerfully built, and carried a thick-backed Mountain-Cleaving Saber. His aura was fierce.
Clearly, he was also a seasoned fighter who had spent years in the Tendon Opening Realm.
Having seen what had happened to Hao Ji, Zhao Mang didn't dare underestimate his opponent in the slightest.
The moment he stepped onto the stage, he went on full alert, his gaze fixed firmly on Lin Qing.
"Begin!"
The Martial Alliance officer had barely finished speaking when Zhao Mang let out a furious shout. His Mountain-Cleaving Saber whirled like a wheel of light, kicking up a fierce blade wind.
The blade came down like a gale sweeping through the land, surging toward Lin Qing in a torrent that left no opening.
It was the essence of the Gale Blade Technique: meet speed with speed, and use