Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 67 It's Ignited (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Rose Amano Kaze)
"Gao Wu's odds are 1 to 5, while Tie Biao's Lei Lu's are 1 to 1.2. Are the bookmakers serious?"

Han Yang looked at the odds on his phone, somewhat incredulous.

In the final round, Gao Wu's opponent forfeited, allowing Gao Wu to enter the finals in top form. His opponent, Tie Biao, however, fought a hard-fought battle to reach the finals.

The final match starts at 9 p.m. Tie Biao is more experienced and has stronger martial arts skills, as well as a skeleton modified with titanium alloy. In a real fight against Gao Wu, he doesn't have much of an advantage.

In the Xuetao Cup, Gao Wu practically swept through his opponents to reach the finals, demonstrating overwhelming dominance. Of course, Gao Wu also didn't encounter any truly formidable opponents.

For example, Xu Sanhu withdrew from the competition inexplicably. This significantly reduced the prestige of the finalists in the martial arts competition.

Han Yang still admired Gao Wu quite a bit, as he himself had been easily defeated by Bai Yushuang in the semi-finals, and he knew how formidable Bai Yushuang was. However, Bai Yushuang was completely outmatched by Gao Wu, demonstrating Gao Wu's current strength.

In his opinion, Gao Wu has at least a 70-80% chance of winning the Xuetao Cup.

So, does this bookmaker know some inside information, or are they confident they can take advantage of Gao Wu?
"What are you looking at, Second Brother? Why are you so focused?" Yang Ru's pretty face came closer. She glanced at the odds on her phone and exclaimed in surprise, "The odds for high-level martial arts are so high!"

She said excitedly, "I still have 500,000 yuan of lucky money left, I'll bet it all on Gao Wu!"

Han Yang gently patted Yang Ru's cheek: "Wake up, the bookmakers aren't that kind. These odds are clearly a trap set for you greedy guys to jump into."

"Then bet on Tie Biao?" Yang Ru shook her head. The odds were too low; it wasn't worth betting on at all.

"If you want to try it, just bet two or three thousand on Gao Wu for fun." Han Yang looked up at the arena below, where the staff were still conducting various checks.

The surrounding stands were already full of spectators, half of whom were middle school students.

Dongjiang middle school students all regard Gao Wu as their idol. With Gao Wu advancing to the finals, the number of members in the "Hot-Blooded Youth Team" has surged. Local Dongjiang middle school students, whenever possible, will go to the martial arts hall to watch the match live.

Although middle school students don't earn money, they have considerable spending power. With the Lunar New Year approaching, everyone has some spare cash. Plus, parents generally hope their children can learn martial arts, so they are very supportive.

Tickets for this year's finals have tripled in price, and there are also many scalpers reselling them. This is something we wouldn't have seen in previous years.

Han Yang and Yang Ru also have powerful families, which is why they were able to occupy the best viewing positions.

To match the atmosphere, the two also wore red jackets and held small red flags. Yang Ru's leg was almost broken by Gao Wu, so she still harbored some resentment towards him.

Because she lost to Gao Wu, Yang Ru hoped Gao Wu would win the championship, so that losing to him wouldn't be so shameful. It can only be said that she was unlucky to have encountered the champion!
The Xuetao Cup has been held for fifty sessions, and this is the first time that a middle school student has made it to the finals. This is an immense encouragement for all young people, especially since Gao Wu is a local from Dongjiang.

Han Yang hoped that Gao Wu would win the championship. Just two days ago, he was thinking about competing with Gao Wu, but now he knows that there is a considerable gap between them.

He wasn't convinced; the road ahead was still long. Gao Wu had made him face reality, which was a good thing.

Someone on the scene started singing "Youth has its own wildness," which quickly got the whole audience singing along. The big red flags were waving along, and the atmosphere became lively.

Gao Wu, who was resting in the lounge, heard the singing outside and began to hum along softly.

Shen Yue was filming video footage with his phone, being very careful not to let Song Mingyue, who was standing next to him, appear in the shot.

Song Mingyue flipped through the documents in her hand and said softly, "Tie Biao had bone strengthening surgery before, using very advanced nano-titanium alloy technology. He also worked as a hunter for ten years, specializing in hunting alien beasts, and has extremely strong practical experience."

"He specializes in Black Tiger Fist; you must be careful of his tiger claws, which are as sharp as blades. You need to pay attention to defending your eyes and neck..."

Upon hearing Song Mingyue explain the tactics, Shen Yue consciously turned off his phone and went to the side to open the background music app. He didn't understand it and had no right to interrupt, so he simply did his own thing.

Gao Wu lightly leaped and feinted, adjusting his physical condition. This continuous high-intensity competition was very beneficial for him.

He was extremely excited at the thought of winning the championship and getting two million, plus the Prajna potion, and tens of millions from the bookmaker.

Taking this step means achieving half a small goal. While it may not be a leap in social class, it can at least significantly improve the quality of life for the whole family!

"Yes, I know." Gao Wu didn't care too much about it. Even if Song Mingyue didn't tell him, he would still be careful to protect such a vital area.

Even ordinary people, let alone martial arts masters, are extremely sensitive to their own vital points. They will instinctively dodge when attacked.

It is extremely difficult to strike the weak points of an opponent of the same level directly in a martial arts competition.

"The odds are still 1 to 5, the bookmakers are definitely got you hooked," Song Mingyue reminded her again. "To ensure victory, they will definitely use some tricks."

These words were too private to be heard by Shen Yue. Song Mingyue walked over to Gao Wu and whispered in his ear.

"What kind of methods do you think they will use?" Gao Wu glanced at the new Azure Dragon smartwatch on his wrist. It was already 8 p.m., and there was only one hour left before the competition.

Once he takes the stage, it will be difficult for the other side to use any tricks.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be your coach," Song Mingyue said.

"If it really is him, does that mean the other party is going to attack me?" Gao Wu asked.

"Don't worry." Song Mingyue shook her head slightly. She didn't know the progress on her grandfather's side, but she believed in his abilities.

A martial arts master who has commanded large armies for many years would not stumble over such a trivial matter.

Knock knock knock, there was a knock on the door.

Shen Yue hurriedly jumped up to open the door. His eyes were glued to his phone, but Gao Wu and Song Mingyue's intimate whispers made him so nervous he didn't know what to do, and he dared not look around. When someone knocked on the door, Shen Yue felt like he had been rescued and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Upon opening the door, Shen Yue was surprised to see Coach Huang Hai, dressed formally in a sharp black Tang suit. His face remained as gloomy as ever, devoid of any smile.

"Coach Huang," Shen Yue was afraid of Huang Hai from the bottom of his heart, and the smile on his face froze when he saw him.

"Is Gao Wu here?" Huang Hai asked casually, not caring how Shen Yue would answer, and stepped into the lounge.

The lounge room wasn't large, with a few lockers, several benches for resting, and a bathroom. The room was warm and cozy, with plenty of heating.

Huang Hai spotted Gao Wu immediately; the guy, dressed in a bright red martial arts uniform, stood out conspicuously. Beside him, the little girl from the Song family wore a pure white woolen coat.
Even though she was indoors, she was wearing black sunglasses that completely covered her eyes.

"Coach, what brings you here?" Gao Wu greeted him warmly.

Song Mingyue silently watched Huang Hai, making no attempt to greet him.

Huang Hai didn't mind. He walked over to Gao Wu and said, "Your entry into the finals is an honor for our school and for me as your coach."

"Whether you win the championship or not, you will always be our pride."

As Huang Hai spoke, he patted Gao Wu on the right shoulder, and a rare smile appeared on his gloomy black face.

"I owe my success today to the school and my coaches. I will do my best to bring glory to the school!" Gao Wu was very familiar with these kinds of platitudes and could recite them fluently.

He wasn't just talking nonsense. Whether Huang Hai's intentions were good or bad, this coach deserves a lot of credit for getting to this point.

Gao Wu was actually a little surprised. He thought Huang Hai had come to persuade him to give up the championship, but he didn't expect this kind of talk.

But he quickly noticed something was wrong. Huang Hai patted him a few times, and it felt like several cold needles were piercing deep into his shoulder. It didn't hurt, but he felt a little cold.

Having achieved his goal, Huang Hai didn't linger. He offered Gao Wu a few words of encouragement and then left.

Song Mingyue looked at Gao Wu, who understood her meaning and nodded slightly, "He actually took action directly; his methods were too crude."

"He has a very strong supernatural aura about him," Gao Wu whispered in Song Mingyue's ear.

"It must be some kind of source power secret technique, and it also borrows the power of the demon god." Song Mingyue thought to herself. Ever since she seriously injured the alien spirit, the connection between her and the alien spirit had become intermittent.

She sensed an unusual aura emanating from Huang Hai, but not as clearly as Gao Wu.

"How are you?" Song Mingyue asked.

“It’s a small problem. Give me a few minutes and I can fix it,” Gao Wu said.

Huang Hai dared not use too much underhanded means, while Gao Wu was confident in using the Azure Dragon Divine Qi Mantra to remove the negative forces within his body.

Shen Yue grew increasingly uneasy. Gao Wu and Song Mingyue were about to kiss; couldn't they at least try to avoid him for a moment...?

At 8:45 p.m., several staff members led Gao Wu, Song Mingyue, and Shen Yue into the passage.

A group of teenagers stood at the exit of the passage. They were extremely excited to see Gao Wu coming and rushed to greet him, but were stopped by several staff members.

The young man with a full head of blond hair shouted at Gao Wu, "Gao Sheng, you are the pride of our Dongjiang youth, you are our god! You must win the championship! You must win the championship!"

The blond-haired boy shouted the loudest, his face flushed red, appearing unusually fervent and excited. The other boys were in much the same state, all yelling, "Gao Sheng must win!"

This was the first time Gao Wu had ever seen such a passionate fan, and he was quite moved. He clenched his fist tightly at the group of teenagers: "We passionate young people will always strive to be number one!"

The group of teenagers became even more excited. The blond-haired boy even broke through the staff's obstruction and rushed to Gao Wu. He grabbed Gao Wu's arm and shouted, "Gao Sheng, you must win! You must win! Our hearts are with you!"

"We will definitely win." Gao Wu was moved by the youth's passion and made a very solemn promise!

The blond-haired boy, pulled away by the staff, refused to leave. He suddenly knelt down in front of Gao Wu's departing figure, crying out in anguish, "Gao Sheng, for the sake of us millions of passionate young people, you must win, you must win..."

As he shouted, tears welled up in his eyes: "A young man has his own youthful exuberance, his heart shines like the sun..."

The surrounding teenagers were initially surprised, but seeing the blond-haired boy's fervent passion, they were all infected and started singing loudly along...

This scene is like a believer seeing God, displaying fervor and devotion.

Gao Wu glanced back and was deeply moved by the fervor emanating from the blond-haired boy kneeling on the ground. He felt his own blood boiling!
Song Mingyue whispered in Gao Wu's ear, "Don't be too touched, he must have bet all his New Year's money on you..."

"Hahaha..." Gao Wu couldn't help but laugh, but then he felt that this made sense.

He looked at the vast expanse of red in the stadium, and at the enthusiastic faces of the young people. He knew that what the young people liked was Gao Wu in their hearts, not him as a person.

Ultimately, people only see him as a vessel for their fantasies and a embodiment of their youthful passion.

At this point, however, there's no need to make such clear distinctions. His goal, like that of all the other teenagers, was to achieve victory.

Gao Wu murmured to himself, "Let's unite our thoughts, win the championship, and etch this exhilarating moment into our lives!"

(End of this chapter)