The day's fighting ended, leaving only one match in the Start of Term Battle: the final showdown between Ning Xiaochuan and Ming Yang.
It would take place tomorrow.
That night, the martial artists relaxed. Someone even opened a betting pool on how many moves Ning Xiaochuan could withstand against Ming Yang.
Many believed Ming Yang could kill Ning Xiaochuan with a single sword strike, and they wagered heavily on it.
Of course, some martial artists chased higher odds, betting that Ning Xiaochuan could withstand two moves, three moves, four moves...
The more moves he survived, the higher the payout!
The highest odds were on Ning Xiaochuan defeating Ming Yang: one hundred and eighty to one. But no one placed that bet. It would be like throwing money into the water.
A stunning woman entered the noisy stone house and approached the betting table. She held a cloth bag that clinked with every step.
Smack!
She tossed the bag onto the stone table. "I want to place a bet too!"
Every martial artist turned to look at her. Her face and figure captivated them at once, leaving them wide-eyed, as if their souls had slipped from their bodies.
Heavens! How could such a beauty exist? She was breathtaking, with brows like willow leaves, eyes like bright pearls, a delicate nose like jade, skin white as snow, and a slender waist.
Though only fifteen or sixteen, she carried the alluring charm of a mature woman. She was a temptress! Many of the martial artists let their imaginations run wild, their bellies burning like fire, but none dared disrespect her. Many had recognized her.
She was Xie Mengyao, one of the top ten talents of this class!
Her eyes soft with charm, Xie Mengyao rested a fair finger lightly against her lips and