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"Ha ha, it's just five hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones. Losing is losing; it's not a big deal," Lin Chao said nonchalantly, making Wang Yi, who was struggling financially, want to punch him. Truly, rich people don't take money seriously!
"Lin Shixiong has such courage; this kind of spirit is truly enviable for the younger disciples," Wang Yi said with a smile, pretending to be in a difficult situation. "Recently, I've been a bit short on funds. I wonder if Shixiong would be willing to lend me some Yuan Stones? I'll pay you back tomorrow."
"Wang Shidi is too polite. Between us brothers, we should support each other. By the way, how much does Shidi want to borrow?" Lin Chao looked at the composed Wang Yi and chatted casually.
"Since Shidi knows that Lin Shixiong just staked five hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones, I won't be too greedy. Just lend me five hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones!" Wang Yi said with a laugh.
"Five hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones? What does Wang Yi want to do?"
"He can't be thinking of betting on himself to win, right?"
"I think his head got caught in the door; does he really believe Lin Chao will lend him five hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones?"
Lin Chao's smile froze for a moment before he chuckled and said, "Five hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones? Wang Shidi, do you really think your brother is a wealthy landlord?"
"How about I lend you one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones instead?"
A powerful and resonant voice suddenly rang clearly in everyone's ears.
"Who is it? So rich?"
"It's Chu Yixuan!"
"Heh heh, it seems Chu Yixuan is going to declare war on Zhao Shanyu this time."
"Greetings, Brother Chu." Lin Chao and several Elite Disciples greeted the gentle Chu Yixuan as he walked over.
Chu Yixuan nodded and fixed his sharp gaze on Wang Yi. "Wang Yi, I'll lend you one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones. Do you dare to borrow them?"
"What’s there to fear?" Wang Yi replied boldly, exuding an air of confidence.
"Alright, here is one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones. Take it!" Chu Yixuan looked at Wang Yi with admiration and handed over a Storage Bag from his waist.
"Thank you. Tomorrow, I will return this one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones to Brother Chu, intact," Wang Yi replied calmly. His voice was low, but it exuded strong confidence as he walked to the Gambling Table and declared loudly, "I bet one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones on Wang Yi."
As soon as he finished speaking, all eyes were on Wang Yi. Some laughed, some looked on with disdain, and others scoffed.
"Hahaha."
It was unclear who laughed first, but soon the room was filled with mocking laughter—harsh and contemptuous. To Wang Yi's ears, however, it sounded calm; instead, a slight smile crept onto his lips as he thought, "Laugh all you want; today you laugh, tomorrow you'll cry."
"Hahaha, what a toad yawning! Who knows how high he thinks he is?"
"Exactly! I was somewhat impressed by him at first, but who knew he would be so clueless?"
"Hmph, just a madman dreaming of wealth. I see he's been infected by Niu Meng and has become a lunatic. Truly, birds of a feather flock together!"
The guard was an Elite Disciple and was taken aback by Wang Yi's audacious bet of one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones on himself. He gasped in shock and finally warned sternly, "Wang Yi, this is the Gambling Table; it's not a game!"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Wang Yi shot a cold glance at the guard and said icily, "Give me the receipt."
Chu Yixuan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he sneered inwardly and thought, "Zhao Shanyu, no matter how many calculations you make, you didn't account for today!" In reality, he wasn't optimistic about Wang Yi accepting Wang Zhou's challenge; even a pig knows that among ordinary disciples, someone at the Fourth Level cannot defeat someone at the Fifth Level. Moreover, Wang Yi had no status or background and had always been an unnoticed martial artist.
However, just moments ago, Lin Chao rushed to him with shocking news that Wang Yi was very likely to have broken through to the Fifth Level of Transcendence. Although this was hard to accept, he decided to come see for himself because Niu Meng was a madman, but Wang Yi definitely was not. When he saw the confidence radiating from Wang Yi's demeanor, he immediately resolved to change his previous dismissive attitude toward him and attempt to win him over.
"Is he serious?"
"Damn it! A lunatic! Does he really think he can defeat Brother Wang?"
"I think he's just trying to show off."
Seeing this scene unfold, the disciples who had yet to place their bets hesitated and became indecisive. They began to speculate among themselves: "Wang Yi borrowing one thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones from Chu Yixuan to bet on himself doesn't seem like a scam; the only explanation is that he has enough confidence to defeat Wang Zhou without any doubt?" But could that be possible? One thousand stones were beyond what Wang Yi could repay with his abilities; everyone couldn't help but entertain this thought.
"Thank you, Brother Chu," Wang Yi said with a smile while holding the receipt.
"Wang Shidi is indeed generous!" Chu Yixuan pondered for a moment and casually said, "In that case, I will also put down five thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones on your victory." He took out a Storage Bag from his waist and casually tossed it onto the Gambling Table.
"What? Five thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones?"
"Ah, has he gone mad?"
Wang Yi looked at Chu Yixuan's back and thought to himself, "This Chu Yixuan is truly extraordinary. No wonder he can compete with Li Gang and Zhao Shanyu. Throwing out five thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones without even furrowing his brow." Now he was increasingly curious about Chu Yixuan's identity; based on this alone, Chu Yixuan's background and strength were likely not far behind Li Gang.
"Brother Chu, I'm sorry, the stakes are too high, I... I can't make that decision," the white-clad disciple stammered.
"What? Is there a limit on how much Zhao Shidi can wager?" Chu Yixuan asked coldly.
"N-no, of course not. Brother Chu, please don't take offense," the white-clad disciple quickly lowered his head in fear of Chu Yixuan's icy gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, his body trembling slightly.
Just as the white-clad disciple was at a loss for what to do, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Since Brother Chu has such good taste, how can I not accompany you?" The voice was light yet resonated like thunder in the room, clear and unmistakable, with an underlying hint of anger.
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