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Chapter 160 All in! Big scumbag Chu Wange! (Subscribe)

"Why did you lie to me?"

Diao Youcai immediately found the gambling interface of the forum.

As expected, the first thing you click on is a bet on who between Lin Mo and Chu Wange will achieve the [Hundred Consecutive Kills] achievement first.

林墨的赔率不是快达到1:10了，而是已经达到1:10了，而楚绾歌的赔率，却只有1:1.5……

"Why!?"

Lin Mo was a little dissatisfied.

As a genius on the ninth level of the Enlightenment Cliff, he was able to reach the ninth level with a bit of luck.

But in the brief melee at Wudao Cliff, he was the last person standing on the stage.

Diao Youcai smiled and said:

"Junior Brother Lin, this is normal. Junior Sister Chu is a pure swordsman after all. If you knew how many pure swordsmen were born in the Sword Academy in the past fifty years, you wouldn't think like this."

Lin Mo asked in confusion: "Does Jin Xingtian have so few spiritual roots?"

"You don't get spiritual roots every year." Diao Youcai said helplessly:
"It seems that there was none last year, and the year before last... Moreover, it does not mean that one can definitely give birth to a natal flying sword just because one's gold spiritual roots reach more than 80%."

"Is there any other way to say this?"

"It is said that nurturing one's own flying sword requires a sword heart or something like that. I don't know the details, but anyway, the conditions for becoming a pure sword cultivator are very harsh."

Diao Youcai said:
"Of course, even compared to other professional inheritances, the number of pure sword cultivators can be said to be pitifully small, but they still firmly sit at the top of the killing power of all professions in the cultivation world, and no one can shake them."

"Now that you've put it this way, you should understand the power of swordsmanship, right?"

Lin Mo naturally knew how powerful sword cultivators were. After all, from the first day he entered Qingshan Sect, someone had told him not to provoke the disciples of the Sword Academy.

But he finally provoked...

Diao Youcai suddenly added:
"Oh, right, the kind of massacre that happened... well, that's not one of them."

He looked at Lin Mo meaningfully.

There is an essential difference between sword cultivators and sword servants in their attack methods.

A pure sword cultivator can control the sword from a distance or hold it at close range.

During the foundation-building stage, the sword servant can only use a long sword to attack at close range.

The two are not on the same level, and the gap will continue to widen as the cultivation level improves.

"There is a saying in the Lingxu Realm. I wonder if Junior Brother Lin has heard of it?"

Diao Youcai asked this.

Lin Mo pretended to listen, only to hear the other party pause and say:

"As long as you can keep up with the progress of the sword cultivators of the same period and do not fall behind, you will definitely be one of the top geniuses of the same period."

“Remember, it’s not about surpassing or keeping pace with the team, it’s just about not falling behind.”

The other party said so much, and to sum it up in one sentence: he is the best swordsman of the same level.

Of course, this sword cultivator refers to a pure sword cultivator.

Is it true that pure sword cultivation is so powerful?

I wonder if I have a chance of winning if I face Chu Wange now?

Lin Mo pondered secretly in his heart.

He recalled the stunning sword strike during the initial battle in the ring.

Silent, fast, and with amazing killing power.

Even now when I think about it, I still feel a little chilly.

At that time, Chu Wange's natal flying sword had not yet reached its complete form.

Moreover, although Lin Mo has encountered many adventures since entering the Lingxu Realm, don’t forget that Chu Wange is a son of heavenly luck.

He didn't believe that the other party would have fewer adventures than himself, a person with yellow-level luck.

Diao Youcai looked at the time and said:
"Junior Brother Lin, why don't you hurry to the sword arena? I'm afraid Junior Sister Chu is about to start. You have to hurry up and don't let my one hundred low-grade spirit stones go to waste. I really believe in you!"

Lin Mo came back to his senses from his contemplation, looked at him and said:
"Haha, Senior Brother Diao, are you really betting on me?"

"One hundred low-grade spirit stones, absolutely true!"

"How much did Chu Wange invest?"

"Two thousand...hehe." Diao Youcai said with a smile.

Ha ha.

Lin Mo looked at him expressionlessly, without saying much. He just waved goodbye and turned to walk out of the trial hall.

Pan Peng hurriedly followed him and asked, "Brother Lin, where are we going..."

Lin Mo said three words calmly: "Sword Arena."

"Great! Senior Brother Lin, you finally changed your mind!"

Pan Peng said excitedly: "I believe in Senior Brother Lin, you will definitely be able to defeat Chu Wange and gain fame for our Faxiu!"

Lin Mo pulled the corner of his mouth and glanced at him: "Tell me, how much did you bet?"

Pan Peng scratched his head awkwardly and stammered:

"No, not much. Eighty contribution points are all the savings I have. But I'm betting on you, Brother Lin!"

Lin Mo shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"You, you save that little hard-earned money every month, and you dare to invest it all!? You have a gambler's mentality!"

Faced with his education, Pan Peng lowered his head in shame.

Senior Brother Lin is worthy of being a role model for our generation. His style of doing things is so upright!

His admiration for Lin Mo increased a little bit, but this feeling did not last long.

The next second, Lin Mo suddenly hugged his shoulders, leaned close and said in a low voice:

"By the way, where did this bet come from?"

Pan Peng: “…”

About a few minutes later, Lin Mo and Pan Peng were teleported to the ferry crossing of the Sword Arena through the teleportation point of Qingyun Peak.

"It's really unintelligent that I can only use contribution points to bet. Luckily, I asked Senior Sister Zhuang to borrow some money temporarily."

Lin Mo complained about the gambling function of the forum.

Pan Peng explained: "After all, the forum cannot verify the capital, only the contribution value can be authenticated and uploaded."

After saying that, he asked curiously, "Brother Lin, you bet on yourself?"

"Of course!" Lin Mo said as a matter of course, "How many points can I earn by betting on Chu Wange?"

So you really thought about betting on the other side, right?

Pan Peng complained in his heart.

Lin Mo beside him ignored him, but kept his head down and refreshed the news on his mobile phone, muttering:

"Isn't this guy back? Why hasn't he replied to the message yet?"

Pan Peng asked in confusion: "What news?"

Before Lin Mo could answer, he heard a cry from afar:
"Fuck! Senior Brother Lin is here!"

The two looked in the direction of the sound from the mountain path, and saw a lot of people gathered near the sword-fighting arena. When they saw Lin Mo, they began to cheer.

"Come on, Senior Brother Lin!"

"Brother Lin, come on!"

"Brother Lin, kill Chu Wange, kill Jianyuan!"

"..."

They all raised their hands and cheered for Lin Mo.

For a moment, Pan Peng became excited again:
"Brother Lin, look, these errand disciples are here to cheer you on!"

Looking at these people, Lin Mo's expression did not show obvious excitement, but he said calmly:

"No, maybe I'm just cheering for their bets." Pan Peng was stunned and looked at the expressions of the errand disciples around him.

Sure enough, there were many disciples with red eyes and somewhat abnormal expressions.

Before he could say anything, he heard Lin Mo continue, "Haha, maybe some people are betting on Chu Wange!"

Pan Peng couldn't believe it and said, "How could it be..."

Lin Mo sneered: "Otherwise why would my odds be 1:10..."

Yes, there are so many menial disciples who support Senior Brother Lin. Even if each of them only put out a dozen or twenty contribution points to bet, it is still a considerable amount.

And Lin Mo's odds are not as outrageous as 1:10.

After thinking it all through, the smile on Pan Peng's face slowly froze. When he looked up at the errand disciples around him again, he felt that there seemed to be no good people in the world.

Am I the only one in the world who has bet everything on Brother Lin?

No, it seems that there is also Senior Brother Lin himself...

After a moment, he looked at Lin Mo deeply and said in a heavy tone:

"Brother Lin, are you sure?"

Lin Mo looked down at the inspiration page with no response, gritted his teeth and said:
"I have to go even if I'm not sure now."

After that, he turned to Pan Peng and said, "By the way, do you have any extra substitute talismans?"

Pan Peng nodded as he searched for the talisman in his arms:
"Yes, yes. Here, Senior Brother Lin, take them all. I won't be able to use them anyway."

After saying this, he forced a smile from his pale face:
"Just think of it as all in..."

Looking at you, if I lose, won’t you jump off a cliff?

Lin Mo did not laugh at the other party, but took the stack of substitute talismans, patted the other party's shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I'll do my best."

Because I also went all in, damn Chu Wange, she didn’t even reply to my message at the critical moment!

……

……

"Lin Mo is back?"

Xing Feichen looked surprised. He really didn't expect that the timing of the other party's return would be so coincidental. It was exactly when Chu Wange entered the sword-discussing arena.

"Then him?"

"They have already rushed to the Sword Arena." The Sword Academy disciple said, "And I heard that they gained a lot from this trip."

Xing Feichen said nonchalantly:

"So what? He just went to an ordinary secret realm to train, but Junior Sister Chu went to the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords. How can they be compared?"

After that, he asked again: "By the way, where are the staff arranged?"

The disciple of the Sword Academy said, "Senior Brother He Fei and the others have already entered the sword arena and are ready at any time."

Xing Feichen narrowed his eyes and said:
"That's good. We have prepared for so long in advance. Even if only one person is a match, it will cause great trouble to Lin Mo."

The disciple from the Sword Academy asked, "What if I'm matched with Junior Sister Chu?"

Xing Feichen glared and said, "Then just admit defeat quickly and don't waste time. Do you still need me to teach you this!?"

After saying this, he said unhappily:

"None of you is worry-free. Only He Fei is reliable."

"If it weren't for his suggestion, all of you, including me, would have been held accountable by Senior Brother He Lian!"

When Senior Brother He Lian was mentioned, the disciples of the Sword Academy shuddered suddenly and shrank their necks.

Xing Feichen was also annoyed by his appearance and waved his hand:

"Forget it, hurry down and keep an eye on it. Report any situation immediately."

"By the way, remember to remind He Fei and the others to match according to Lin Mo's matching time, so that the chances of matching will be greater!"

The disciples of the Sword Academy nodded quickly and retreated.

……

……

[Ding! Spectator mode or defender mode? ]

Looking at the familiar mode selection, Lin Mo reached out and directly clicked on [Defending Mode].

With a flash of strong light, he appeared in the [Defending Room].

In just a moment, more people rushed into the room where a certain number of seats were already open for the audience.

"Brother Lin, come on!"

"Defeat Chu Wange!"

"..."

Lin Mo touched his chin, then manipulated the interface a few times and immediately set the number of audience seats in the room to unlimited.

Almost in an instant, two or three hundred people squeezed in.

"I'm coming in! I'm coming in!"

Someone exclaimed.

Then, the number of people in the audience went from 100 to 300-400, and then to 500-600...

The auditorium was filled with at least a thousand spectators.

so many people!

Even Lin Mo himself was shocked.

Of course, these people are not all disciples of Qingshan Sect, there are also many disciples from other Taoist academies.

Before Lin Mo went down the mountain to train, they had already followed him on the Sword Discourse Arena. After seeing him online, they clicked on his avatar to watch the fight.

"Oh, there are so many people from Qingshan Sect!"

Many audience members looked at the blue-shirted disciples in the audience with some surprise.

Someone answered, "You don't know? I heard that this year's Immortal Ranking No. 1 Chu Wange and Lin Mo are competing against each other, and they are competing to see who can achieve the 100-hit streak first."

"Fuck, there is such a thing?"

"Haha, it seems like I'm lucky today."

"In that case, I'll go over there and take a look."

"Brother Lin, although I admire you very much, you must not win. I bet all my savings from the past two years on Chu Wange!"

"Dude, you're a ruthless person. I only staked three months' worth of contribution points."

"If I really lose, I'll jump off the ascension platform."

"666, do you have a sister-in-law? I can help take care of her."

"roll!"

"..."

Everyone was talking about it.

Pan Peng, Lin Mo's only loyal henchman in the stands, was the last to enter the field. He stood in the stands and shouted to Lin Mo in the field:

"Brother Lin, we saw you enter the venue. The matching has already started. Don't wait any longer!"

OK, this guy knows I’m back and ignores me!
This person has no conscience!

Lin Mo gritted his teeth. Now the forums were full of rumors that he was the scumbag who cheated on Chu Wange and was the thigh of the rich woman Zhuang.

It’s obvious that Chu Wange is the biggest scumbag!
After ascending to heaven, he didn’t reply to messages or answer phone calls. Even if we were in the same space, he didn’t even say hello and was ready to “kill” himself.

Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?
Lin Mo took a deep breath, slightly calmed down his excited mood, and glanced at the Heavenly Water and Strange Fire on the panel, as well as the two magical powers that had been unlocked and upgraded to the initial level.

After three days of absence, do you still think I am the same person as before?
I am so strong now that even I am afraid of myself!
He snorted softly, his mind moved slightly:

"Begin...matching!"

(End of this chapter)