A muscular warrior in powerful attire showed off several punches, creating strong winds.
Then, he stopped his move and glanced sideways at Chu Fan across from him: "My surname is Niu, you should have heard of my name, Chen Zhong, right?"
Chu Fan nodded.
When the proctor announced the match just now, he called out the opponent's name.
Chen Chong smiled: "As long as you know, my Tiger Capturing Fist, Chen Zhong, is different from the trash you have encountered in the past two days! My Tiger Capturing Fist is stronger than your Demonic Ox Fist!"
Then, he showed off a few more punches, which attracted bursts of applause from the crowd.
Glancing at the bustling crowd, Chu Fan was speechless.
Because he had won more than a dozen games in a row in the past two days and had become famous throughout the school grounds in the south of the city, so when it was his turn to take the stage again, all the other competitions in the school grounds stopped and all the warriors gathered around.
When the cheers below gradually died down, Chu Fan asked politely: "Brother Chen, can we start?"
"Come on, I'm going to end your winning streak!"
After saying that, Chen Chong sprang up and used his unique trick of the Tiger Capturing Fist, 'Driving the Tiger Down the Mountain', and pounced towards Chu Fan with all his strength.
Although he seemed frivolous before, when he actually made a move, he was not careless at all.
"The Demonic Bull Rushes to the Top!"
Bang...
With a muffled sound, a person flew out of the ring and fell hard to the ground, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Suddenly, the entire school grounds fell silent.
"Only one move was used again?"
"The Demon Cow Fist is so powerful?"
"Who is this Niu Wanjin? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
After a full ten breaths, everyone came back to their senses and began to discuss one after another. At the same time, their eyes unconsciously focused on Chu Fan who was slowly withdrawing his fists on the stage.
Another move to defeat the enemy!
It’s this ‘Demon Bull Rush’ move again!
This is the case in every game. Even Chen Zhong, who is also famous for his boxing skills, could not resist even one move.
far away.
The two proctors in charge of other arenas got together and talked about Chu Fan's performance.
One of the proctors said: "That kid's kung fu is really amazing. Fighting fist to punch, no one can beat him after more than ten rounds!"
Another invigilator stroked his beard: "Do you think this cow has a chance?"
The invigilator who praised Chu Fan's kung fu shook his head: "It's difficult, in fact, there are no real masters here in the south of our city. The young prince, the third son of the Lu family, and the disciple of Lao Miao Zhu are all divided into
If we go to those school grounds in the east, north, and west of the city, if Niu Wanjin encounters them, I'm afraid he won't be a match."
"This person surnamed Niu has no power. In previous years, there might have been a slight chance, but this time..." The invigilator smiled, stroking his beard and said, "It's not that it's difficult, it's absolutely impossible!"
The invigilator who praised Chu Fan's kung fu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "That's right!"
In the arena, Chu Fan didn't pay attention to the comments around him.
He jumped off the stage, walked through the crowd calmly, and under the complicated eyes of all the candidates, he came to the main invigilator's desk and received his nametag.
As he won each game, his nameplate changed from a wooden medal at first, to an iron medal, then to a bronze medal, and now it has become a silver medal.
If he wins again tomorrow, his silver medal can be exchanged for a gold medal.
At that time, he had obtained one of the two promotion places at the Chengnan School Ground, and could enter the palace with the other seven people to conduct the final martial arts competition under the personal auspices of the emperor.
After leaving the school grounds, Chu Fan came to Hengtong Bank, the largest bank in the capital.
Looking at the silver nameplate in Chu Fan's hand, the shopkeeper of Hengtong Bank suddenly had a bitter look on his face: "Master Niu, did you... win again today?"
Chu Fan smiled: "It's just a fluke."
"It's not easy, it's not easy!" The shopkeeper muttered, and compared the account books with his calculations for a while, and then sighed: "What you have won in the past two days is more than the coffin book that I have saved all my life!"
Chu Fan looked calm: "How much?"
The shopkeeper calmed down his calculations: "It's really amazing. Counting today, Mr. Niu, you have won 300 Golden Dragon tickets!"
"Only three hundred..."
Chu Fan was slightly disappointed.
He inquired in Mao'er Lane in Xifang, the largest black market in the capital. It was true that Zhu Guo could be purchased in the black market, but the price was 100,000 gold dragon tickets.
You must know that the market price of Jufulou, the best restaurant in the capital, is only thirty to forty thousand gold dragon tickets, so a full hundred thousand gold dragon tickets is undoubtedly an astronomical sum for Chu Fan.
Through normal channels, it was impossible for him to raise the money within twenty days, so he turned to Hengtong Bank.
As the largest bank in the capital, Hengtong Bank naturally would not let go of the martial arts exam as a good opportunity to make money, so like other banks and gambling houses, it also opened a martial arts betting market.
Chu Fan bet all his money on himself and won more than ten games in a row before he got these 300 Golden Dragon Tickets.
Seeing that Chu Fan was deep in thought and silent, the shopkeeper asked curiously: "Mr. Niu, do you want to take these Golden Dragon Tickets now or keep them in our bank?"
"Keep betting!"
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment: "Still...or go all-in?"
Chu Fan nodded.
The shopkeeper couldn't bear it any longer: "Master Niu, this... these are three hundred Golden Dragon tickets. Do you want to stop considering it? Or bet less?"
Chu Fan's eyes were solemn: "I have already decided."
The shopkeeper nodded quickly: "Okay..."
Chu Fan said no more, turned around and left Hengtong Bank.
He is not worried that the bank will play tricks on him in the accounts. As long as he still has the possibility of becoming the top scholar in the martial arts, everyone at the bank will maintain respect and even goodwill towards him.
Of course, if he failed in the martial arts competition, the banker's attitude towards him would probably be different.
"Only twenty-five days left..."
While wandering on the street, Chu Fan made secret calculations.
How much money he can win in the end depends on the odds, but with his current capital, the probability of winning 100,000 Golden Dragon Tickets during the martial arts competition is very, very low.
But he is not stubborn. If he really doesn't have enough money to buy it, he can use the money to buy information. He just needs to find out where the red fruit on the black market is.
Anyway, as long as it's not the Daqian Palace where magic soldiers are stationed, he can try to break into other places.
Moreover, the martial arts competition went very smoothly. With the foundation of Zhenwuquan, as well as the skills and knowledge far exceeding those of Daqian world warriors, he almost crushed him all the way.
At least so far, he has not encountered an opponent that can truly threaten him.
However, he has also heard some rumors and knows that there are very famous warriors in the other three schools, especially the one called "Little Marquis", who is said to be the most promising young master in the contemporary era to become a master.
The masters of the Daqian world have spiritual consciousness, which means they have at least opened the ancestral orifice between their eyebrows and have the cultivation of the nine orifices.
Therefore, even if the foundation of the masters here is not strong, they have at least reached the level of the inner disciples of the Zhenwu Sect, and are definitely not comparable to Chu Fan, an outer disciple with three orifices.
"Would it be better to poison or use a talisman? It's really hard to decide..."
Chu Fan shook his head, feeling a little confused for a moment.