Chapter 580: Lao Er’s Match
Chapter 580: Lao Er’s Match
Zhao Geng Nian tried as much as he could but he couldn’t sense any Spirit Qi that changed the course of the match.
Lu, the Qing Feng Sect disciple, was so close to winning.
His glance turned into a stare as he searched around for anyone or anything that was suspicious.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t figure out anything.
The Formation Array for the competition stage only did what it was supposed to do.
There weren’t any Artifacts or Talismans that could have done anything.
And lastly, Sima Yu sitting opposite didn’t do anything all along.
All around him, the spectators were in a foul mood except for him.
They have lost their bet on the Qing Feng Sect disciple.
"Heh. Fortunately, I have the foresight to bet some on Sima Yi as insurance. After all, the Sima Family Golden Armor is something to be wary of."
"What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"
"You are saying this only because you’ve won for this match. Can’t say the same about the other matches."
The few winners for their bets on Sima Yi were feeling great in comparison and their faith in the Sima Family Golden Armor helped.
It also helped with the reputation of the Sima Family, letting them move past the scandal started by Jiao Shi bit by bit.
"Hurry up, we want to see the next match already."
"Yeah. Bring them up and let me get back what I’ve lost."
"What if you lose again?"
The spectators were eager to see the next match and they started to cheer for it.
Lin Xuan Qi gave out a sigh of relief at his success with fixing the result of the match.
It gave him more confidence in doing so after he saw the frustration in Zhao Geng Nian’s eyes scanning around.
And with Zhao Geng Nian keeping quiet after doing so, it confirmed to him that the cultivators couldn’t detect anything from the system’s ability.
He could now manipulate the matches with peace of mind knowing that he wouldn’t be caught.
But he was not going to change the result for every match, just letting the Sima Family win most of the matches was enough.
If not, the gamblers wouldn’t go all in when it mattered the most.
Soon, the competitors of the next match came up onto the stage and it began after Sima Yu gave the signal to go ahead.
For this match, it was a close tie with the Sima Family’s competitor winning a narrow victory.
Thankfully for the punters, for the next match, the competitor from the Qing Feng Sect finally won.
It brought back some cheers in the camp of the Qing Feng Sect.
"The first few victories by the Sima Family must have been a fluke."
"Our disciples should be able to win from now on with the morale boost."
"If we can win the rest of the matches, the Sima Family would have to reconsider their Artifact business after this."
Lin Xuan Qi shook his head and gave out a sigh when he heard the Qing Feng Sect disciples.
He took a sip of the tea that he had in his hand before he focused back on the competition stage.
For the next match, he let the competitor from the Sima Family win, bringing back a gloom to the Qing Feng Sect disciples.
The Qing Feng Sect disciples turned quiet again and they could only glance around at each other.
They had expected to win every one of the matches the Qing Feng Sect disciples were involved in, but it was like a roller-coaster ride instead for them.
And they couldn’t figure out why.
The Sima Family competitors were able to win narrowly at the very last moment.
They didn’t know whether it was due to the Sima Family competitors fighting for their family’s honor or there was something else helping them with it.
One thing for sure was that even the Peak Lord, Zhao Geng Nian couldn’t detect any foul play.
If not, he would have protested the results by now.
Without any evidence or backing from Zhao Geng Nian, they could only try to do their best.
"Brother Xuan Qi, I’ve made a killing betting on the Sima Family." Sima Long was all smiles with the result so far and he showed Lin Xuan Qi the betting slips he had.
Lin Xuan Qi was glad that his buddy could benefit from it and asked, "So, who did you bet on the next match?"
"The next match? I’ve bet ten taels of silver against this unknown guy called Lao Er from the South Lin Sword Sect." Sima Long took out the betting slip he placed against Lao Er and waved it at Lin Xuan Qi.
"What?" Lin Xuan Qi nearly spat out the tea he just drank.
"I hope Zhang Jie wouldn’t be mad if you lost the ten taels of silver..." He said and glanced at Sima Long.
"Heh. Don’t worry, she doesn’t know it." Sima Long replied and pointed at the competition stage, "Look, he doesn’t seem to be that powerful."
Lin Xuan Qi shrugged and turned his focus to the competition stage.
He sighed and thought that he might have to treat Sima Long to a good meal one of these days.
Lao Er’s physique was much better than before, lean and fit instead of how he was when Lin Xuan Qi met him.
He had a determined look in his eyes and a sword in his hand.
His opponent Sima Jie gave him a smirk when Lao Er cupped his hand at Sima Jie.
The odds for Lao Er’s match were different, with the payout being in favor of Sima Jie, and the spectators were cheering for Sima Jie to win for a change.
"Let the match begin!" When Sima Yu saw that the competitors were in place, he raised his hands and announced the start of the match.
"This is it. I shall not let Grand Ancestor Lin down." Lao Er mumbled to himself before drawing out his sword.
Sing.
The sword gave out a metallic ring.