Old Man Quan furrowed his brow. "This makes it really hard to place a bet. This fellow is weak as can be, but he can take one hell of a beating."
"If I bet on him, I'm afraid I'll lose. If I don't, I'm afraid he'll actually hold out to the end."
Only Xu Tong had remained silent. Throughout both matches, he had been watching Yang Rufeng.
The man really was weak. Although he was a Force-Transforming Grandmaster, the Qi he displayed had never seemed sufficient.
It had remained at the Grandmaster level all along.
Logically, that little Qi should not have been enough to sustain him through so much punishment, yet he had endured it all and was still alive.
Xu Tong also wanted to know how exactly this fellow had managed it!
Hongwu City really was a place where fish and dragons mingled. Only last night, he had witnessed an astonishing peak, and now he had encountered an even more astonishing low.
More importantly, both men were on winning streaks.
"Senior, if you don't dare, I'll go first!" Geng Shu took out her banknotes as she spoke. "Here, Miss Xiao Hong. Sorry for the trouble. One thousand taels on Yang Rufeng."
Xiao Hong looked troubled. "Well, Miss Geng Shu, are you sure? Since you're honored guests, I can tell you a little in advance. His next opponent is at the Saint Martial level."
"Although Yang Rufeng has withstood Saint Martial experts before, most of those were only at the beginner level."
"The man coming out next is an intermediate Saint Martial expert. We all think the gap in their cultivation is too great, and Yang Rufeng's winning streak may end here."
Geng Shu couldn't help asking, "He's the newcomer champion. Does that mean he's never competed before?"
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