Chapter 26: 3 consecutive battles

Chapter 26 Thirteen Consecutive Battles
Ten days had not yet passed, and the entire Wangjing City had already known about the thirteen scheduled fights. Perhaps because there had not been such a big event for a long time, people naturally showed great enthusiasm and anticipation for it.

The first place that truly reflected the public sentiment was not after-dinner conversations in teahouses and restaurants, but gambling houses filled with the smell of money.

Every gambling house in Wangjing City has opened up many ways to play for these thirteen battles, from the most direct overall victory or defeat, to the victory or defeat of each specific battle, to how long or how many moves a battle will end... A large amount of money has poured into these gambling games.

When the morning of the tenth day arrived, the odds of betting on Gu Zhuo to win the last game were already high, telling the true views of the people of Wangjing on these thirteen matches.

Yes, the rising odds are not because some force suddenly invested a large amount of money and was sure that Gu Zhuo would not make it to the end, but it is the spontaneous choice of the people of Wangjing.

The reason is very simple.

Gu Zhuo did not schedule the first battle ten days later, but instead scheduled all thirteen battles on the tenth day.

To put it more directly, he will fight thirteen games in a row on the tenth day.

On the day when the news came out, everyone thought they had heard it wrong and that it was not true. They repeated the news again and again until people found that it was indeed true... The entire Wangjing City fell into silence, and even the capital of God, thousands of miles away, had many related rumors.

Apparently, nothing like this had happened in the world for many years.

No matter how crazy a gambler is who only cares about the odds, he will never throw a large sum of money into the abyss. At most, he will buy a few bets to entertain himself.

Contrary to the high odds of Gu Zhuo winning the final victory, almost everyone believes that he will definitely win the first game. The reason is very simple - if he can't even win the first game, why would he have the confidence, no, arrogance, to fight thirteen games in one day?

Until the early morning of the tenth day, Wangjing was still immersed in Gu Zhuo's schedule, so no one cared about his arrangement of the battle location.

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In the early morning, there was a thin mist in Wangjing.

Chen Chi and two colleagues were walking on the way to watch the battle. He shook his head and sighed from time to time, with extremely complicated emotions in his voice.

Yu Yinchun was annoyed by what he heard, so he glanced at him and said mockingly, "Is Gu Zhuo only about to catch up with you now?"

Chen Chi was filled with emotion upon hearing this, and said with a sense of inferiority: "How can I compare with Gu Zhuo? In my entire life, I have never seen such an arrogant...confident person."

Guan Xingu asked seriously: "Do you think Gu Zhuo can do it?"

Chen Chi was stunned for a moment, and after a long silence, he shook his head and said, "Although I really hope to see him win in the end, I really can't figure out how he can win, unless..."

Yu Yinchun was a little curious and asked, "Unless what?"

Chen Chi pointed at himself and said, "Unless I take the field instead."

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"I don't know if Gu Zhuo can win in the end, but since he is my only friend, I should stand on his side without any reason."

Lin Wanyi said to Butler Qiu: "However, this is his own battle. It is impossible and unreasonable for me to interfere. In this case, the best way to show my attitude is to bet on him to win and win in the end."

Butler Qiu sighed, looking helpless as if he was looking at a prodigal son, and said painfully, "Even if you want to support Master Gu, there is no need to advance next month's money and invest it all in, right?"

"Money is just external possessions, it's not your life, why should you be reluctant to give it up?" Lin Wanyi's voice was very calm, without any trace of pretending to be indifferent.

Then her expression became much more serious and she said, "Besides, he actually saved my life."

Hearing this, Butler Qiu said no more and lowered his head.

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Old Royal Palace.

Pei Jinge was different from the past. Today she did not stay in the water pavilion and watch the koi in the lake. Instead, she left the office of the Sky Patrol Department and climbed a tall building in the imperial city.

The thin fog in the city could not block her sight, and the thousands of houses and alleys seemed nothing to her. As long as she was willing to look, everything in Wangjing could be hidden from her.

This is also why when she entered Wangjing without any concealment, the mastermind who tried to kill Lin Wanyi retreated on his own without any sound.

However, for some reason, Pei Jinge's Taoism was slightly different today.

What's more, she couldn't find the source of this strange feeling. Everything was so normal. It was all natural creation between heaven and earth.

Pei Jinge stretched his hand forward and reached out over the railing, his fingertips falling into the faint mist, as if he wanted to pick a piece of it, but in the end, his two fingers did not come together.

She looked towards Baicao Garden, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she said to herself, "It can't be because of you, right?"

It was just a touch of the old friend's style that interested her a little.

Why is this so?

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The area outside Baicao Garden was already crowded with people. Not all the big shots from Wangjing were present, but most of them were there. Those dignitaries who did not want to show up were probably also paying attention to today's thirteen scheduled fights.

The detectives had already isolated the location of the scheduled fight, but they could not block out people's gazes and voices, and the calls were already deafening.

If Baicao Garden didn't have a formation to provide sound insulation, the normal guests staying there would probably be cursing.

Under the enthusiastic gaze of the people, the gate of Baicao Garden was slowly pushed open.

Under thousands of gazes, Gu Zhuo walked out the door and stopped.

At the same time, a man with a knife walked out from the encirclement of the constables and looked at him expressionlessly and indifferently.

The man's name was Lan Yidonggang, and he was in his prime. He ran a martial arts school inherited from his ancestors in Wangjing. He broke through to the Dongzhen realm seven years ago and had become somewhat famous.

It was obvious that he was in a very bad mood at the moment - everyone knew that in order to show his momentum today, Gu Zhuo must pick a soft persimmon to squeeze first, and he happened to be regarded as that soft persimmon.

If he had to win because of the power when he handed in the challenge letter ten days ago, now he was seeking victory for himself.

Lan Yidonggang looked at Gu Zhuo, looking at those sleepy eyes, and naturally became even angrier.

The angrier he was, the calmer he became, because if he wanted to win, he couldn't let his emotions dominate his blade.

"Can we start?" he asked woodenly.

"Ah."

Gu Zhuo hummed.

As soon as the words fell, just before the court officials announced the official start of the war, the mist covering the long street thickened slightly.

The flow of air between heaven and earth became slightly disordered.

The voice of the officer declaring war was heard.

Lan Yidonggang looked at Gu Zhuo's figure hidden in the mist, sensed his breath, and drew his sword without hesitation.

next moment.

A ray of cold light pierced through the dark morning mist and suddenly hit everyone's eyes, like a silver bridge connecting the two people in the mist.

It all happened so quickly, in just a split second, that most people were unable to react.

People could only see the cold light slowly fading away and a figure moving forward calmly.

After a moment, the stunned voices of the court officials finally rang out.

"The winner of the first battle... is Gu Zhuo."

Suddenly the wind rose and the mist dispersed.

Gu Zhuo walked out of the fog, casually holding the sword in his right hand.

Zhexue's sword was still as clear as a mirror.

In the mirror.

The young man was wearing a black shirt that was as neat as before, not a single hair messy.

(End of this chapter)