Bang!
Only when Lin Jie fell, kicking up a cloud of dust, did everyone come back to their senses.
"What just happened? Shouldn't Jiang Changkong have lost?"
"Jiang Changkong's secret art had clearly dissipated. How could he still erupt with such terrifying power?"
"..."
Most of the martial artists watching could neither understand nor figure it out.
"Changkong." Ji Ziling and the others hurriedly gathered around him.
They did not care how Jiang Changkong had won. As long as he had won, that was enough.
"I'm fine, just injured." Jiang Changkong pulled out his longsword and turned to Chu Yunhe. "The five slots are mine now."
Chu Yunhe's face darkened, but he did not dare go back on his word. He said coldly, "Take Lin Jie away."
The man was dead. His corpse had to be brought back.
Ji Ziling quickly searched the body, took out a ring, and handed it to Jiang Changkong.
"What are you doing? He's dead, and you still want to desecrate his corpse?" Chu Yunhe shouted coldly.
"This is Changkong's spoils of war." Ji Ziling snorted. "And where is the wager we agreed on? Five hundred fifth-tier lower-grade Star Stones."
Chu Yunhe's expression changed slightly. "I forgot to bring them."
"You want to welch on the debt?" Jiang Changkong said coldly.
"Who's welching? I'll give them to you after I go back and get them." Chu Yunhe's expression was unnatural.
Jiang Changkong was about to speak when Mu Jinhong said mildly, "What happened at the martial arts school, Chu Yunhe—I hope you do not do anything foolish."
He was the supervisor of this duel. If Chu Yunhe welched, would that not mean he was disrespecting Mu Jinhong as well?
If anyone spread word that they were in cahoots, it would be hard to clear their