Four hundred million?!
It wasn't just He Jun. Everyone else couldn't help but stare in surprise. Even a Martial Artist Realm expert would need six or seven years to earn four hundred million, and that was assuming they spent nothing and went without food or drink.
It was an enormous sum!
Unless the two sides had a mortal grudge and wanted to bankrupt each other, or experts above the Martial Master Realm were fighting, no one would put up such a huge sum.
Putting up four hundred million as a bet for an ordinary sparring match like this was simply unheard of.
"Four hundred million?"
He Jun narrowed his eyes and looked at Xia Ping. His gaze was deep and unreadable, giving no hint of what he was thinking.
Even the three or four lackeys behind him were astonished. They seemed unable to believe that Xia Ping had actually proposed such a wager.
The blue-haired Wu Zhen's eyes flickered with surprise too. Xia Ping's move was baffling. If the kid was stupid, why was he bold enough to do this?
Betting four hundred million in one go—wasn't he afraid of losing?
"That's right. Four hundred million." Xia Ping smiled. "If we're betting, let's make it a big one. What's the point of betting small? Of course, if you don't dare, forget it. We can pretend this never happened."
"Who doesn't dare?!"
He Jun sneered. "It's only four hundred million. No big deal. I'll take your bet." His tone was firm, clearly showing that he was taking this seriously.
"He Jun!" The four men behind him were shocked. They looked at him as if they wanted to stop him. The sum was simply too large, and the consequences of losing would be unthinkable.
He Jun waved a hand and said confidently,