"I never expected you to be so famous back in your hometown, brother. They even say you're a future powerhouse of the King Realm. Looks like you really are a martial arts prodigy. Meeting you is my good fortune, He Jun's."
He Jun fought down his disgust and laid on the flattery, his manner warm and friendly. "In that case, why don't we have a match in the arena here at Black Moon Tower? We don't need to bet too much—fifty million Federal Coins will do."
He held up five fingers, his face sly.
Everyone else felt a chill. They immediately saw He Jun's sinister intentions.
An ordinary Martial Artist Realm expert earned only fifty or sixty million Federal Coins a year. That included what they spent on food and drink, as well as pills to aid their cultivation and powerful equipment.
After all those expenses, being able to save even a fifth of that was considered good.
Now he was betting fifty million Federal Coins in one go. That was practically two or three years' income for a Martial Artist Realm expert.
"He Jun!"
Before Xia Ping could say anything, a young man with blue hair suddenly rushed over, wearing an indignant expression. "You've gone too far! You're trying to trick a newcomer again."
"He's a rookie who just arrived at Black Moon Tower and barely has any fighting experience, yet you invited him to duel you in the arena and put up a huge bet. You're obviously trying to swindle him out of his money. Do you have no shame?"
He glared angrily at He Jun, the blond man.
"Wu Zhen, you again?! Trying to ruin my plans? Are you looking to die?" He Jun's expression darkened when the blue-haired man appeared. He hadn't expected this meddler to