In a corner of the crowd, someone had set up a gambling table, and many people began to place bets.
There are three people with the highest winning rate.
They are Wu Zhi, Fang Tianding and Cai Wei.
Among them, the one with the highest winning rate is not Wu Zhi, but Fang Tianding.
In the south, Mingjiao's support rate remains high.
Nowadays, the Song Dynasty can be said to be falling apart, and the support rate of the people is extremely low. This has also led to the sudden rise of Mingjiao, which quickly occupied Guangdong, Guangxi and Fujian.
Although many people have never been to the areas actually controlled by the Mingjiao, ordinary people have always heard that there are very few corrupt officials there and the people live and work in peace and contentment.
As Fang La's successor, Fang Tianding naturally has high hopes from countless people.
The competition in the ring soon began. A tall and burly man with a very strong posture landed in the center of the ring like a roc with its wings spread.
He first raised his hands to the surroundings, clasped his fists and said a few nice words.
Then he shouted loudly: "Everyone, today is the day when our eldest lady from Xingkong Island competes in martial arts to find a bride."
"Everyone present can jump onto the ring as long as they are brave enough. The rules of the competition are very simple. Except for extremely harmful firearms like thunderbolts, all weapons can be used."
"There are three conditions for victory. First, knock the opponent out of the ring, second, the opponent surrenders, and third, the opponent dies."
"Well, without further ado, the contest for marriage has officially begun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark and strong man jumped up from below.
He held his head high and howled at the people around him.
"I am the Divine Shark of the South China Sea. Who is not afraid of death and dares to come up and be my opponent!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an elegant young man falling on the ring with a strong gust of wind.
He was holding a long sword in his hand. Although he was not tall, his face did have a strong sense of confidence and contentment.
When he spoke, he had a thick "Smecta" accent.
"Three swords, I only need three swords to make you kneel down and beg for mercy Smecta."
The South China Sea Divine Shark spat: "What an arrogant boy!"
"I want to see how capable you are, Smecta!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the South Sea Divine Shark raised his fist and rushed towards the Smecta man with a roar!
The man smiled and said three words in a very convincing manner.
"The first move."
I saw the sword in the Smecta man's hand making a clear sound.
His whole body turned into a straight sword light, stabbing directly at the South China Sea Divine Shark!
Just hearing a "dang" sound, the sword in the Smecta man's hand stabbed the opponent's chest.
The Nanhai Divine Shark is good at practicing kung fu, and this iron cloth shirt has already reached the point of invulnerability.
The Smecta man's sword did not pierce his skin, it just left a small white mark on his chest.
The South China Sea Divine Shark laughed loudly: "With this little strength, all girls are stronger than you!"
With that said, the South China Sea Divine Shark stretched out his hand to open the long sword and continue his attack.
However, just when his hand was about to touch the big sword, his body suddenly stopped!
Then, the crowd watching behind the South China Sea Shark all showed expressions of astonishment.
Because they discovered that the back of the South China Sea Divine Shark suddenly exploded!
A big bloody hole appeared!
The South China Sea Shark's mouth was filled with blood, and he pointed at the Smecta man.
"You...didn't you say three moves?"
"Why...the first move is to use all your strength..."
The Smecta man had a disdainful smile on his face: "Stupid Song people, haven't you ever heard that a soldier never tires of deceit?"
After saying that, the Smecta man kicked the opponent away.
The South China Sea divine shark fell heavily to the ground and died with its eyes open.
Then the Smecta man turned his head and looked around and said.
"I am the direct disciple of the master of the Spirit Sword Sect of Korea, Kim Cheol Han."
"If any of you are not afraid of death, come up here!"