Ranking Participating in the Xuanbang War requires a contribution of 1,000 points per match, and if you win, you will receive 800 points. The sect will take a 20% commission on the contribution points.
Despite this, there will still be countless people who will fight each other fiercely to compete for the Xuanbang ranking, as the Xuanbang ranking represents a kind of honor.
Yang Sanchen went to the Xuanbang War mainly to hone his combat skills and prepare for the upcoming outer disciple ranking competition.
The Xuanbang War stage for outer disciples.
Yang Sanchen had never been here before. When he arrived, he felt like he had come to an underground fighting ring.
Here, the crowd was boisterous, and everyone looked exceptionally excited. There were also many people placing bets on who would win on the fighting stage.
Yang Sanchen registered with the Xuanbang ranking elder and received his Xuanbang ranking card.
Currently, Yang Sanchen ranks 22,500th on the Xuanbang list.
There are over 70,000 outer disciples in the Tianyuan Palace, but only around 20,000 come to participate in the Xuanbang ranking. After all, many disciples with lower cultivation levels will not participate.
Most of the outer disciples who come to participate in the Xuanbang ranking have cultivation levels of at least the sixth level of the second realm. Disciples like Yang Sanchen, who are only at the fourth level of the second realm, have never appeared before.
Winning a long streak of victories and achieving a high win rate can both improve one's ranking on the Xuanbang list. The Xuanbang Martial Arts Arena has built several dozen stages specifically for the outer disciples to compete for the Xuanbang Rankings.
The management philosophy of the Tianyuan Palace is to encourage disciples to fight each other. Only by constantly fighting can one become an extraordinary strongman. A powerful sect must definitely be supported by extraordinary strongmen behind the scenes.
Not long after, it was Yang Simen's turn to take the stage.
"Ha... Ha..."
"Who is this kid? Second Realm Level 4, is he here to make a fool of himself?"
"Come on, isn't it too early for a Second Realm Level 4 to join the fun?"
"Kid, get off the stage quickly before you get beaten up."
When Yang Simen took the stage, a chorus of laughter erupted from the crowd, and many people even began to mock him outright.
"Buy Yang Simen's victory, 20 to 1, buy Chang Wei's victory, 1 to 20." Just then, a cheerful voice rang out.
"I'll bet on Chang Wei for 5,000 contribution points."
"I'll bet on Chang Wei's victory as well, 1,000 contribution points."
"I'll bet on Chang Wei for 10,000 contribution points."
Suddenly, all 10,000 people in the crowd bet on Chang Wei's victory.
The young man who was running the betting table was starting to get restless by this point, with sweat beading on his forehead.
He didn't think that Yang Simen would win, after all, Chang Wei had just defeated Lai Fu, who was at the Second Realm Level 7.
Yang Simen was only at the Second Realm Level 4, and the gap between them was obvious.
"I'll bet on myself winning for 100,000 contribution points," Yang Simen said. Yang Licheng used his own identity token to transfer 100,000 contribution points to the account immediately.
"Good, Yang Licheng, from today on, you are my Brother Ouyang Ming's brother. Come on, I believe in you," the man in charge, Ouyang Ming, smiled.
The man who had almost lost his composure earlier was now smiling broadly.
Just a moment ago, he had received over 2 million contribution points for buying Changwei's win, and if Changwei won, he would have to pay over 100,000 contribution points according to the 20-to-1 odds.
Now that Yang Licheng had suddenly bought him 100,000 contribution points, it was like a god of wealth had appeared to him. At least he no longer had to worry about losing.
"Begin!"
As the platform's enforcement elder issued the order, Changwei roared and charged at Yang Licheng.
Yang Licheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he quickly moved his body, swinging his staff in a dazzling arc that struck Changwei's body instantly.
"Bang...!"
"Oof...!"
With a loud bang, Changwei spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked flying backward in the air, unconscious in mid-air.
"Ouch...!"
Everyone was stunned! The scene was dead silent.
This was too exaggerated! Second-level seventh layer peak Changwei was knocked flying by second-level fourth layer Yang Licheng with just one blow. Soon, a chorus of curses filled the arena as everyone cursed Changwei for fixing a fake match. At this point, Changwei had passed out.
At this moment, Ouyang Ming felt a sense of regret, collapsing onto his seat. Damn it, he had lost a lot of money!
One hundred thousand contribution points, paid out at a ratio of 20 to 1, that was two million contribution points! Even if he had spent over a million on Changwei, he would still lose nearly a million!
Of course, one million was not a huge sum for Ouyang Ming, but it was still painful for him.
"Two million contribution points, transfer them over!" Yuan Chen smiled faintly.
"Brother, you're too much of a scumbag!" Ouyang Ming swore and transferred two million contribution points over.
"Don't blame me if I remind you. You'd better not set the odds too high, or you'll die a very painful death."
Yuan Chen warned, as he had won two million contribution points from Ouyang Ming, it was not right to be too dishonest.
Ouyang Ming listened, and quickly pulled Yuan Chen aside and whispered, "Brother, why don't you tell me your true level of strength?"
"Unbeatable in the second realm at the ninth level and below." Yuan Chen smiled slightly, and then returned to the fighting ring.
"Oh my God."
Ouyang Ming smiled with a hint of amusement. He seemed to sense a business opportunity. It wasn't long before Yang Sanchen took the stage again, this time his opponent was a young man in the second realm at the eighth layer of cultivation.
"Come on... come on, place your bets!"
"Five to one on the eagle, one to five on Yang Sanchen," Ouyang Ming said, adjusting the odds. He lowered the odds for both the eagle and Yang Sanchen.
"I'm betting on the eagle, 10,000 contribution points,"
"Fuck, this is it, this is my last stash, I'm betting 50 contribution points on the eagle, I don't believe I'll lose this round,"
Most of the people present were betting on the eagle, after all, the eagle was not someone that could be compared to Wang Wei.
Because the eagle was already a strong second realm eighth layer cultivator.
Looking at everyone betting on the eagle, Ouyang Ming couldn't stop smiling.
"Begin," the arena's enforcement elder announced the start of the battle,
"Kid, get the hell out of here! The Wu Men Ranking Arena is not a place for you to come," the eagle snarled.
"Whoosh...!"
Yang Sanchen's figure disappeared from where he was and reappeared above the eagle's head.
"Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang...!"
In just a few breaths, the eagle was knocked out by Yang Sanchen.
.............
"Is this the second realm fourth layer guy?"
"Yes, it's too exaggerated,"
"Fuck, my last stash is gone," For a moment, everyone on the scene was stunned, with everyone opening their eyes wide in disbelief.
And now, the happiest person present was undoubtedly Ouyang Ming, as after all, in this round, he had won nearly two million contribution points.