"Junior Brother Chen Fan, you can't!"
Chen Fan turned his head and saw several people hurrying over.
The one in front was none other than Lin Shiyu.
Zhang Shanzhi and several other Flying Spirit County disciples were beside him, but Feng Yuancheng was nowhere to be seen.
All of them wore anxious expressions.
Lin Shiyu directly grabbed Chen Fan's arm. "Let's go. You absolutely can't agree to a betting match!"
Xiao Chunkong burst into laughter and took the initiative to display two sheets of paper. "Lin Shiyu, you're too late. Junior Brother Chen Fan has already signed and agreed to the betting match!"
Lin Shiyu looked stunned as well, then gazed helplessly at Chen Fan.
"Junior Brother, didn't I tell you not to accept betting matches so easily... What did you bet? A wager worth ten or eight taels wouldn't hurt much even if you lost..."
Xiao Chunkong laughed loudly. "Lin Shiyu, Junior Brother Chen Fan isn't like you poor bastards. He put up a quota of one hundred and fifty Stamina Pills as his wager!"
Lin Shiyu was stunned when he heard this, then gave Chen Fan a bitter smile. "Junior Brother Chen, you're being foolish!"
A wager worth several hundred taels was not something even a disciple from a county-city aristocratic family like Lin Shiyu could casually produce.
He would have had to save up for who knew how long.
Chen Fan shook his head. "I'm confident I can win!"
Besides, he was betting Stamina Pills—the most useless thing to him!
Lin Shiyu gave a helpless bitter smile. "Yuancheng was gifted beyond compare, yet after cultivating a true martial art, didn't he still lose to someone at the same first level of Martial Dao... Yan Capital City is no Flying Spirit County. Talent cannot be equated with strength.