I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1127 - 1128 Alpaca Rigging the Match

Chapter 1127: Chapter 1128: Alpaca Rigging the Match!

Chapter 1127: Chapter 1128: Alpaca Rigging the Match!

Wu Chengjue gave Long Aotian a reassuring pill with his indifferent expression.

In Long Aotian’s eyes, the icy beauty before him might have a bad temper, but she was undoubtedly a solid supporter to rely on. Losing to Han Buzhu in the second round and then to him in the third, it would be an easy path to advance to the finals—a perfect plan. Meanwhile, the other prodigies would fiercely compete against each other, resulting in a brutal scene. At that time, he would discreetly take advantage of the situation and seize the top spot in this combat competition.

On the stone pillar, the Great Elder nodded slightly. He hadn’t misjudged, as having Wu Chengjue as a pawn would ensure Long Aotian’s victory, especially since he was in charge of arranging the fights for the arena.

On the other side,

after being comforted by the crowd, Liu Jinshui gradually regained his energy and emerged from his dejected state. He sighed from his seat in the audience, “Ah, who would have thought Ol’ Fatty, in all his wisdom, would lose to a mere girl? Those who earlier bet on my loss must have made a fortune!”

Betting was the only activity that could currently engage Liu Jinshui wholeheartedly, and it was definitely a lucrative endeavor if handled well.

“Ha ha ha, Ol’ Fatty, don’t be sad. Thanks to your loss, we made a small fortune. You really didn’t deceive us. Betting on your loss is indeed profitable!”

“Good loss! It made us happy!”

“Ol’ Fatty was meant to lose!”

“Exactly, who said you have to win on the stage? We want to lose—the more, the better, the faster, the better!”

The cultivators laughed heartily, delighted by Liu Jinshui’s defeat. They had initially thought he was genuinely trying to defeat Wu Chengjue with his impressive strike, but were surprised when he was almost instantly defeated in return—a well-played act that showed no signs of intentional losing.

Of course, there were also a few cultivators who regretted not believing in him and had stubbornly bet against Liu Jinshui, thinking he was taking advantage of them. Little did they know that his earnest demeanor was indeed truthful, and his operations were so fierce that his loss appeared completely natural, showing no signs of a deliberate defeat.

Luckily, they hadn’t bet much, losing only a small amount of money and hadn’t started heavy gambling yet. They resolved to heed his advice next time.

“I didn’t expect that the ones who understand Ol’ Fatty best would be you guys. I’m truly moved!”

Liu Jinshui wiped the non-existent tears from his eyes, feigning deep emotion. Losing the match and receiving the most consolation from these gamblers and spectators was rather ironic.

But this meant his scheme had succeeded. He called this tactic “casting the long line to catch the big fish”—gaining their trust step by step, which would later allow him to harvest a large sum.

“Don’t worry, Ol’ Fatty. We are your most loyal bettors. If you have any insider tips, feel free to share, and we’ll follow your betting advice without question!”

“That’s right, protecting the world’s best Ol’ Fatty!”

The spectators said cheerfully.

“Ol’ Fatty is so touched. They say a good horse is not common, and finding a kindred spirit is hard, but today I have met so many of you. As thanks, Ol’ Fatty will make a big sacrifice today. Let me drop some explosive news for the next match—it will be Third Young Master of the Han Family, Han Buzhu. Don’t bother about his opponent, just bet on his victory!”

“I’ve told you the info, believing in Ol’ Fatty is up to you. My betting circle isn’t like the others that try to deceive bettors. Ol’ Fatty is different; I just want us all to win money together!”

“Even if I earn a little less myself, it doesn’t matter. I want all of you here to rake in profits and live a good life!”

“My folks, what are you waiting for? Bet those top-quality Immortal Stones!”

Liu Jinshui’s words were filled with fiery passion, stirring up the blood of everyone present. Many cultivators, initially just observing, now couldn’t help but be tempted. However, most of them still wondered, seeing how strong Third Young Master of the Han Family appeared to be, but the remaining experts were all exceptional prodigies, how could this chubby guy be so sure that Han Buzhu would definitely win?

“I believe in Ol’ Fatty!”

“The next bet, I’m putting it on Han Buzhu!”

“Me too, I’m betting 100,000 top-quality Immortal Stones!”

“Damn, has Ol’ Fatty ever tricked us? If we’re going to gamble, let’s make it big. It’s a good chance to break even. I’m putting down 500,000 top-quality Immortal Stones!”

“Only 500,000? I’m betting 1,000,000 top-quality Immortal Stones. We have to make a huge profit this round!”

The cultivators became instantly agitated, eyes turning red as they continuously tossed their Space Rings to Liu Jinshui.

“Don’t worry, folks. Ol’ Fatty is simple and honest, treating you all as family. When have I ever deceived you?”

“Rest easy, my folks. You might not believe in love, but you can absolutely trust Ol’ Fatty!”

Liu Jinshui collected money so eagerly that his hand went soft, and he chuckled as he spoke.

“Alright, we’re also in!”

“I trust you…”

…

Below the platform.

Before the Great Elder could speak again, Li Xiaobai slowly made his way up to the platform. He could hardly wait and wanted to quickly claim the first place in the competition, take Long Xue away, and investigate who dared to harm the child he had fostered.

Accompanying him onto the stage was Second Senior Sister Ye Wushuang.

Aside from Wu Chengjue and Long Aotian, all the others were their own fellow disciples, strictly speaking, even Wu Chengjue might be considered half one of their own.

Ye Wushuang had only appeared once, but her strength and tactics were rather bizarre. In the arena, not to mention cultivators of the same realm, even those a realm higher in the Half-Saint Realm seemed baffled by her unique poison skills.

For such a mysterious and powerful woman, there was a lot of support in the crowd, and her popularity was booming.

Moments ago, many cultivators who had placed heavy bets with Liu Jinshui were stunned. Facing Ye Wushuang, did the Third Young Master of the Han Family really stand a chance?

They wouldn’t believe any foul play between the two, as Ye Wushuang was a disciple of the Five Poison Cult, even if both were from the mysterious Villian’s Guild. It had been confirmed earlier that they were unaware of each other’s true identities. Here on the platform, they too were competitors.

“It looks like I don’t need to say much more. In this match, Han Buzhu against Ye Wushuang, the fight will stop at the touch. I hope neither will harm each other’s life.”

The Great Elder spoke softly from atop a stone pillar.

“Got it, Senior Sister Ye, we can start now.”

Li Xiaobai nodded slightly and smiled at Ye Wushuang.

“Fist and feet have no eyes, please, Junior Brother, take my move!”

A swift gleam flashed in Ye Wushuang’s eyes, a murderous aura surged to the sky, startling the cultivators around into a cold sweat, shivering uncontrollably.

“Five Poisons Palm!”

Ye Wushuang’s palms turned dark green and rushed straight towards Li Xiaobai’s face.

Simultaneously, Li Xiaobai, without so much as a glance, shaped his hand into a sword finger and casually pointed towards the incoming attack, shouting, “Shatterstar Finger!”

Nothing stirred in the air, no trace of Immortal Yuan Power on his finger point, and the arena remained eerily quiet with no peculiar occurrences. However, the dark green from Ye Wushuang’s hands suddenly dissipated, and then she smoothly floated toward the bottom of the platform, landing in an extremely silky manner.

“Ah, what profound skills!”

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“It’s an honor to be defeated by such esteemed skills today, something I have never seen in my life!”

“I never thought that me, the saintess of the great Five Poison Cult, heaven’s favored daughter, would also know defeat one day, Young Master Han truly is a divine being!”

Ye Wushuang’s acting was terribly poor as she fell to the ground, glaring with wide eyes.

Li Xiaobai held his forehead, silently speechless; this Senior Sister was kind of fierce, and her poor acting was quite unbearable!

“Cough, cough, I also greatly admire Senior Sister’s skills. Unfortunately, in the end, it was your Junior Brother who had the slightly superior technique!”

Li Xiaobai also spoke with a beaming smile on his face, as if he truly had fought a bloody battle and won by genuine strength.

The arena fell silent, and the surrounding cultivators gaped, briefly silent before suddenly erupting.

“Fucking staged match!”

“Refund our money!”