Chapter 123 - Chapter 123

Zhou Peng's purpose is obvious. Take shortcuts and get rich through gambling. For 100,000 merit points, it would take at least three months to rely on doing tasks. Now that he has met Lin Yan, maybe he will meet Yang Han tomorrow. After getting in touch during this period, he found that the Qiantian Sect is incredibly powerful and seems to be omnipresent. Yang Han has been in the Qiantian Sect for many years. Presumably, he must have many followers. If he doesn't obtain the qualification of an inner sect disciple as soon as possible, if he encounters them, there will naturally be no shortage of troubles. The value of outer sect disciples is far less than that of inner sect disciples. Moreover, as a disciple of the Yellow Gate, he is even less valued. If he disappears suddenly during a mission, no one will pay attention. Who will care about the life and death of a disciple of the Yellow Gate? Inner sect disciples are different. They are the mainstay of the Thousand Machines Sect and are highly valued. No disciple will be allowed to die easily. After a long time, there are very few people at the betting station. The old man stepped into the barrier again. His voice was extremely loud as he announced the start of the competition. Zhou Peng's name appeared in the first round of the hegemony battle. "Zhou Peng vs. Zeng Xiang, odds 1:1." Tens of thousands of disciples in the venue are not familiar with both Zhou Peng and Zeng Xiang. Naturally, very few people place bets. Zhou Peng is naturally very clear about this phenomenon. However, others' bets have no impact on him. He only cares about his own bet. Zhou Peng walked into the arena from the contestant rest area, and Zeng Xiang also walked in from another entrance at the same time. The two looked at each other on the arena. Zeng Xiang immediately burst out with all his strength and rushed forward suddenly. Zhou Peng was calm and composed. With a slight smile, his body suddenly accelerated. The blood qi in his body suddenly changed. Zeng Xiang felt a powerful pressure. He was extremely angry. His eyes changed. He condensed qi into a weapon. A long sword transformed into thousands of sword qi, extremely fierce. The sword qi was like a rainbow. A thousand swords were unleashed at the same time, sealing off all of Zhou Peng's escape routes. Zeng Xiang chuckled and said, "Die!" As soon as the word "die" was uttered, his expression suddenly changed greatly. Zhou Peng disappeared from his original position and was nowhere to be seen. "Oh..." Tens of thousands of disciples suddenly let out an astonishing shout. At some point, Zhou Peng appeared behind Zeng Xiang. Concealing the blood qi in his body, Zeng Xiang didn't notice it at all. He even looked at the referee outside the arena, spread his hands and shrugged, saying, "The person is gone. Did I win?" The referee old man shook his head gently, a sneer on his face. He didn't even know that the person was standing behind him and still said he won. What a joke. "Hey!" Zhou Peng suddenly sighed softly in Zeng Xiang's ear. Immediately, Zeng Xiang's eyes bulged out. He accelerated crazily under his feet. Fear arose. But he was not convinced. After running dozens of feet, he suddenly turned his head and looked again. Zhou Peng's figure still disappeared. At this time, cold sweat on his forehead was like rolling soybeans. His clothes were soaked. He turned his head woodenly and found that Zhou Peng appeared behind him again. That feeling was even more uncomfortable than killing him. His fighting spirit was withered. He won without a fight. With incomparable speed, Zeng Xiang couldn't match it at all. The only way out was to admit defeat. "I lost." Zeng Xiang was like a stray dog. He walked down the arena with his head down, full of helplessness. No one expected that the first hegemony battle would end like this. Tens of thousands of passionate disciples didn't even have time to shout out cheers. It ended so quickly that many people didn't have time to react at all. The referee smiled faintly and glanced at Zhou Peng. There was admiration in his eyes. Knowing that his strength is stronger than his opponent and there is no enmity or grudge, there is no need to hurt others. This is what Zhou Peng thinks in his heart. However, it makes many outer sect disciples unhappy. They came to watch a wonderful competition. With just two displays of speed, he won the competition without even a single fight. "Won, hahaha..." Lin Yan laughed. Thinking of what Zhou Peng had told him, he immediately walked to the betting station and bet all the merit points that Zhou Peng won again. And he also bet the merit points he won. He believed in Zhou Peng and he would definitely win extremely well today. "Are you sure you continue to fight?" The referee old man's expression changed slightly. He knew that Zhou Peng's strength had reached the fifth level of Tempering Gang. But he didn't expect Zhou Peng to ask to continue fighting. Wanting to fight all the way to the end at the fifth level of Tempering Gang is something that has never happened before. "Do you want to think about it again?" the old man asked. "Thank you for your concern. I am sure to fight." Zhou Peng was extremely serious. The old man smiled faintly. "Good." Then he announced that Zhou Peng chose to continue fighting. Tens of thousands of disciples let out mocking jeers and hisses. They all thought he was courting death. Even disciples of the Heaven Gate wouldn't dare to do this. But a disciple of the Yellow Gate is so arrogant. This makes many disciples of the Heaven Gate very unhappy. They are all eager to go down and kill him with one move. How can they let him be so arrogant anymore? Zhou Peng smiled faintly. He glanced coldly at the commotion in the venue. Then he closed his eyes slightly and waited for the next opponent. Completely ignoring their existence. Tens of thousands of disciples became even more dissatisfied and all uttered malicious curses. The betting station became crazy. Almost no one bet on Zhou Peng. They all bet on his opponent. They didn't believe at all that Zhou Peng could still win. Winning just now was definitely a fluke. Relying on the advantage in speed to psychologically defeat the opponent. In the next match, there won't be such good luck. The opponent list came out. Wang Fang, a disciple of the Heaven Gate, fifth level of Tempering Gang. Zhou Peng smiled. "Another person from the Qiantian Sect." Wang Fang's strength is extremely superb. Among outer sect disciples, his strength ranks in the top twenty. He is a contender for inner sect disciple strength in the next session. His appearance completely aroused the response of tens of thousands of disciples. They shouted his name and their morale was extremely high. Wang Fang sneered half-heartedly. Looking at Zhou Peng, he shook his head and said, "Brother, you are courting death. Don't blame me for being ruthless after you become a ghost." Then he said coldly again, "Actually, I hate killing people very much. However, since someone wants you to die, I'll do it for them." Zhou Peng was stunned. But he was puzzled in his heart. "Who wants me dead? Could it be that the matter of killing Yu Sheng last time was exposed?" His heart tightened. With an expressionless face, looking at Wang Fang, Zhou Peng burst out his aura. Purple flames rose up. A death-like smile hung on his face. He softly uttered a sentence, "I like killing people very much. After becoming a ghost, remember to ask Yan Wang to come to me." Then his eyes widened suddenly. Vast qi suddenly changed. An extremely powerful aura instantly attacked. The speed reached the extreme. Purple steel spears in both hands swept out. The momentum was extremely fierce. The strong wind shot out... Wang Fang retreated suddenly. He didn't expect Zhou Peng to be so powerful. The pressure in his heart increased exponentially. Almost in an instant. By the time he reacted, Zhou Peng's purple long spear had pierced his heart. He gradually felt the loss of life. His vision gradually blurred... Wang Fang died. Zhou Peng smiled on his face and secretly said, "Little explosion!" Tens of thousands of disciples in the venue were silent as if they had been slapped several times hard. Their faces were burning hot and they couldn't say a word!