Eternal Heavenly Emperor

Chu Hao couldn't help but smile and said, "How much money do you have that you dare to bet with me?"

As soon as these words were out, Ma Long's face turned red with rage. At the auction half a month ago, he was harshly suppressed by Chu Hao, which deepened his hatred! And what was most infuriating was that the phrase "worn-out shoes" still lingered in his mind.

Although Lin Yuqi was engaged to him, she had never let him take the final step over the Thunder Pool, so he could not be sure that Lin Yuqi was intact! The thought of possibly picking up Chu Hao's hand-me-downs was agonizing!

He huffed and said, "Ten thousand taels! How about it, we bet, and I wager on Huang Yaping winning!"

"Fine, let's bet ten thousand taels!" Chu Hao said nonchalantly. Right now, he really did not consider ten thousand taels a big deal, regardless of the outcome, he naturally couldn't lose in terms of momentum.

"Haha, then I must thank you for your ten thousand taels in advance!" Ma Long sneered arrogantly.

"From a stability standpoint, indeed betting on Huang Yaping is better, after all, this guy has mostly been in the top position at the Earthly Institute for nearly a year!" Tang Xin whispered, "Moreover, it's very possible that he has already stepped into the Middle Mahayana realm! Chi Dao is definitely in the Lesser Mahayana realm!"

Chu Hao looked at him, surprised, and said, "Have you fought Chi Dao?"

"Just exchanged one move, and didn't continue fighting, but his strength should only be around 4500 jin, definitely no more than 4800 jin!" Tang Xin said with certainty.

"How long ago was this?" Chu Hao asked.

"Seven days ago!"

Chu Hao smiled and said, "Who knows, maybe this Chi Dao has now stepped into the Middle Mahayana realm!"

"It's only been seven days!" Tang Xin expressed disbelief, and the three people including Xu Sheng also showed the same expression, all shaking their heads.

Chu Hao merely smiled and did not explain, Eastern Cloud City was really too small; their understanding of martial arts was probably just superficial after all! At least, when it came to the precious Cloud Mist Stone, not one person knew about it!

"If Chi Dao dares to challenge Huang Yaping, it implies that he at least has some confidence! A young man like this, with high pride and arrogance, the least thing he wants is to lose in public! Therefore, in this gambling fight, my chances of winning are certainly no smaller than Ma Long's!" Chu Hao analyzed.

Tang Xin and the others thought about it and all expressed agreement.

Ma Long called someone from the Beast Fighting Arena, and both parties took out ten thousand taels of silver notes, after which the winner simply had to take the issued ticket to claim the money—but they could only receive nine thousand taels.

"Chu Hao, I'm really sorry for earning your ten thousand taels!" Having come to an agreement, Ma Long immediately laughed out loud.

In his view, although Chi Dao was strong, how could he possibly be a match for Huang Yaping, a true expert eligible for Heavenly Court!

"Wait until you've really won before you start barking," Chu Hao said indifferently, then added, "Only you would treasure ten thousand taels so much! To me… I can make that in two or three days!"

Ma Long's face twitched immediately, this youngster was mocking him again! How infuriating! But when it came to money, he really didn't have the confidence to compete with Chu Hao—unless the Ma Family was willing to support him all-out!

"Ma Long, don't mind him, just enjoy his expression after we win!" Lin Yuqi comforted him softly.

Ma Long then sat down huffily; he refused to leave as he wanted to watch Chu Hao's expression after he lost later on.

After the bets were placed, the battle that the students of the Eastern Sect had long anticipated finally began.

Huang Yaping and Chi Dao both stood on a platform on the western side of the Beast Fighting Arena. As it was a decisive battle, whoever was knocked off the platform would also be declared the loser.

Chu Hao looked over and saw that Huang Yaping was very tall, fitting people's first impression of a martial artist: robust and brawny! He was indeed just that, purely in terms of physique, he was in no way inferior to the brutish Zhang Kan, his body rippling with well-defined muscles.

In contrast, Chi Dao, a youth who had only just entered the Thousand Winds Academy this year, probably only 15 years old, was much shorter, not even reaching the height of most girls, and he was also skinny, his slim arms and legs didn't look like they had much strength at all.

Most people guessed in their minds: Huang Yaping was a power type, while Chi Dao was likely an agility type.

"Begin!" With the referee's command, the sparring began.

"Chi Dao, challenging me is your biggest mistake!" Huang Yaping laughed heartily, "You have been too arrogant recently, and I had just been thinking about teaching you a lesson. I didn't expect you to come to me yourself, so I'll let you know what the strength of the number one at the Earthly Institute is!"

"Idiot!" Chi Dao scoffed disdainfully, "You just rely on having a few more years of cultivation than me. If I were your age, I could suppress you with one finger! Even now, it's easy for me to defeat you!"

"Everyone says you're arrogant, and it's true!" Huang Yaping pulled back his fists, ready to attack.

"Only idiots are arrogant without strength!" Chi Dao smirked proudly, "You must be practicing the 'Hundred Flowers Fist', right! Heh, a big man like you practicing such a feminine martial technique! Don't think just because the Hundred Flowers Fist is an advanced martial technique that it's necessarily powerful, it depends on who uses it!"

Huang Yaping showed a hint of annoyance; he despised people criticizing his family's special technique the most.

The Hundred Flowers Fist was obtained by the ancestors of the Huang Family in an ancient cave, and it was even an incomplete manual! Yet even this incomplete manual made the Hundred Flowers Fist an advanced martial technique. If it were complete…it would definitely be classified as a top grade martial technique!

With this martial technique, the Huang Family firmly held a place among the nobility of Eastern Cloud City, with a history already spanning over 150 years!

He would not allow anyone to slander the Hundred Flowers Fist!

"You are just asking for trouble!" Huang Yaping yelled angrily, ready to give this clueless youngster a tough lesson.

"Bring it on!" Chi Dao's confidence was high.

Whoosh!

Huang Yaping rushed out, his fists swinging continuously, and in the eyes of the crowd, it seemed like he had a hundred fists, dazzling everyone, not knowing which punch was real and which was fake.

Chu Hao observed this and his terrifying derivation ability immediately kicked in.

"A total of 78 punches, among which 67 are feints and only 11 are real!" he thought to himself.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Chi Dao didn't dodge but clashed head-on with Huang Yaping.

This was puzzling to the onlookers!

Whether in terms of strength or physique, he was clearly at a disadvantage. Why would he choose to fight head-on? That was too unwise!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their fists collided repeatedly, creating strong gusts of wind that whipped up waves of sand from the ground.

"Hahaha, somewhat capable!" After exchanging dozens of punches, Huang Yaping stepped back to adjust slightly, boasting proudly, "No wonder you are so bold, you are indeed strong! But, I was only using 60 percent of my strength just now!"

What, only 60 percent of his strength!

The students from the Eastern Sect who were watching were all extremely shocked. Considering the scale of the confrontation they had just witnessed, if it had been them in the arena, they definitely couldn't have withstood even ten punches and would surely be crushed!

Yet Huang Yaping had only used 60 percent of his strength!

No wonder he's the number one expert from the Earthly Institute of the Eastern Sect! Strong! He's really too strong!

Chi Dao sneered, saying, "You think you're the only one who hid your strength!" He shook his hands, "Let me show you my true power then!"

Huang Yaping's expression darkened. The other party had hidden his strength too? It should be noted that he was two years older than him!

At their age, not to mention a two-year gap, even a two-month difference would normally mean a significant difference in strength! Who exactly was this young man, and where did he come from? None of the Eight Great Nobles had the surname Chi, and the Lord of the City's surname was Li, so he couldn't be related to this person either.

But no matter what, he couldn't afford to lose!

Huang Yaping took a deep breath, his eyes opening and closing rapidly, and instantly, his aura transformed, like an unsheathed treasured sword, emitting an intimidating chill.

"Hundred Flowers Chaos Fist!" He shouted loudly, attacking once again.

Chu Hao's eyes lit up, this must be Huang Yaping's true strength. Indeed, it was strong! He crazily continued his derivations in his mind. The opponent's strength combined with an advanced martial technique meant he would likely have a hard time resisting; after all, there was a considerable gap in strength which his derivation ability couldn't bridge!

This ability could only serve as an aid when the opponents were evenly matched, or when his own strength was slightly lesser, helping to bring about miraculous victories. But once the difference in strength reached a critical point, its effectiveness plummeted!

Just like how he could analyze Fu Xue's attacks, but what could he do about it? Could he dodge or withstand them?

However, he still had time, gaining over 100 pounds of strength each day; given a few more days, he could bridge such a gap!

After all, everyone's realm was quite low, allowing him the possibility to catch up quickly.

Chi Dao laughed heartily and punched forward to meet the new assault.

Huang Yaping's eyes flickered with a sharp light; his complicated Hundred Flowers Fist bloomed like a reversal, combining a hundred punches into one iron fist that thundered toward Chi Dao.

This punch was incredibly fierce!

Chi Dao's face tensed as well, his right fist swinging to meet it, although the way he clenched his fist was a bit strange, with the thumb tucked between the middle and ring fingers.

Bang!

The two fists collided, instantly creating a terrifying wave of force that sliced through the air like swords. Sizzle! Sizzle! The fabric of their right arms' sleeves fluttered like butterflies, revealing their solid muscles.

Amid the flying fabric, Chi Dao was sent flying backward, but he performed a flip in mid-air and landed on the ground, his expression unchanged, showing no sign of injury from the strike.

What physical resilience!

Clearly, although Chi Dao's strength was inferior to Huang Yaping's, his physique was incredibly strong, easily dissipating the force of Huang Yaping's punch.

"Haha, let's go again!" Chi Dao laughed loudly, sprinting toward Huang Yaping again, nimble like a monkey.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two continued their fierce exchanges, their arms now completely bare as the force of their blows had torn away any remaining fabric.

Ma Long's expression began to grow ugly.