C308 Great Master Tongxuan
C308 Great Master Tongxuan
"I'm willing to bet and I'm willing to admit defeat. From now on, I want 20 shares of the wood business in Fan Chang City. Furthermore, you are absolutely not allowed to interfere in any business in Jiangzhou!"
Liang Dawei's face was ashen. His hands pressed tightly on the armrest of the armchair beneath him, squeezing out a single word through the gaps between his teeth:
"Alright!"
Wan Zhibin waved his hand. The young maid beside him carried a tray to Liang Dawei's side. Liang Dawei took the pen and paper from his secretary and signed his name on the cheque before fiercely throwing it onto the tray.
When Wan Zhibin saw this scene, his smile became even happier.
Taking the cheque from the maid, Wan Zhibin lightly flicked his finger and said with an indifferent manner, "It's only 20 million. It's nothing for the wealthy Liang boss."
After saying that, he looked at Liang Dawei with a smile that was not a smile. "Don't you think so, liang boss?"
Liang Dawei was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire. He slapped a little brother beside him to the ground.
The prize money for every match in the arena was accumulated. To Liang Dawei, twenty million was a total of twenty million. But Fan Chang City was a wood major city. From wood mining to wood processing and sales, it was an entire assembly line.
Wan Zhibin had crossed the line and directly asked for 20 shares. To Liang Dawei, it was simply a huge loss. This time, he was afraid that he would directly lose 100 million yuan of pure profit in a year.
"Bastard, I'll let you be proud for a while." Suppressing the anger in his heart, liang Dawei didn't leave. He wanted to see Jie get knocked out of the arena with his own eyes.
After that, several internal arts warriors went up the arena to challenge Jie. All of them were knocked out of the arena by Jie, and they had won a lot of territory for Wan Zhibin.
Wan Zhibin, the number one warrior in Jiangzhou, could be said to have gained the limelight. He seemed to be able to surpass the Lin Family's three championships.
Another Small Completion internal arts's martial cultivator was knocked out of the arena. The prize money had already risen to 70 million!
Lin Songtao, who had always been calm and steady, could no longer hold it in.
"Brother Tongxuan, make your move!"
Sun Tongxuan nodded his head.
His eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly opened. He patted the chair under him and jumped up from the ground, crossing more than ten meters in the air.
The tip of his foot lightly tapped on the wooden path like a dragonfly touching the water, and steadily landed on the ring in the middle of the river.
"Good!"
"As expected of the champion of the third year of Jiangbei, his martial arts skills are truly exceptional!"
Sun Tongxuan's move immediately won the cheers of the crowd.
"Ran, shall we make a bet?" At this moment, Su Fangfei suddenly said from below the stage.
Meng Ran smiled and said, "Bet what?"
"Bet on whether Jie can beat this old man."
"Okay. Jie's cultivation level isn't that kind of person. In my opinion, cousin, you should bet on Sun Tongxuan winning. " Meng Ran said.
Su Fangfei heard him and raised her head, saying proudly, "I don't want to bet on Jie winning."
Meng Ran shook his head and laughed. He was kind enough to let her win, but Su Fangfei did not appreciate it. "Why?"
Su Fangfei said mysteriously, "Because... a woman's intuition!"
This answer made Meng Ran speechless. "Alright, then what is the bet?"
Su Fangfei's jade face froze when she heard this. Her hand held her fragrant cheek and thought hard. She muttered, "I didn't think it through. Let's talk after the bet."
At this moment, the two people on the stage had already started to fight.
"Please!"
Sun Tongxuan said coldly. After that, his body was like a spring, and with a swoosh, he shot out from the ground towards Jie.
"What a fast speed!"
Jie's heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare to be careless. Immediately, he gathered all 12 internal energy in his hand and threw a punch straight at Sun Tongxuan's chest.
Sun Tongxuan clenched his palm into a claw. His chest was only a millimeter away from Jie's fist. He shook his arms, and with a 'Zi La' sound, Jie's sleeve was torn apart.
Five shocking bloody marks were left on his bronze-colored arm.
One move!
Jie was at a disadvantage!
The crowd below the stage gasped. Sun Tongxuan's cultivation level had become even stronger. He was now half a step away from Martial Arts Master.