100,000 yuan, that's a big gamble. What can you do with 100,000 yuan? In the Federation era, 10,000 yuan could allow a family of four in the slum area to live comfortably for a year. 100,000 yuan could buy ten jin of the meat of a level 5 beast. 100,000 yuan could even allow you to study the cultivation guide in advance at a Martial Arts School.
Wang Zhan's eyes heated up instantly. Zhao Xu's power was at most just 70 in strength, this was like picking up money. This opportunity shouldn't be missed for nothing.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhan looked at the attribute panel in his mind, wanting to confirm something. To be safe.
Host: Wang Zhan
Strength: 100
Agility: 100
Physique: 100
Charm: 21
Wisdom: 9
Seeing this, Wang Zhan was instantly dumbfounded. Damn, when did my charm increase? How come I didn't know!
Where did this one point of charm come from? No hints at all? This damn...
Huh, when did this hint appear? Can't even curse it anymore! Feeling a bit embarrassed, reasoning by time, it should have been when I got that 1,000 yuan. Turns out money can increase charm. So will winning this 100,000 yuan increase my charm by 100 points? Wouldn't that make me handsome beyond the sky?
"Xu bro, calm down! Be careful there's a trap."
A conflict arose with Zhao Xu over here, and quite a few people had already gathered around. Naturally, among them were Zhao Xu's lackey followers.
Society is a mortal world, and school is a small society. In the Federation Era, strength is even more revered. It's not shameful to submit to and flatter those with higher strength. What's shameful is acting against principles or betraying friends.
In front of survival and dignity. A lot of people know how to choose. Besides, so-called dignity is just being a follower, not a slave. Talking about dignity is a bit much. Working for someone, being a bodyguard, or being a secretary, aren't those just jobs?
"Xu bro, what to do? Wanna block him later?"
"Wang Zhan? I've heard of this guy, in their class, he's indeed a big shot, pretty arrogant too. But I know his strength. In their class, he's just okay. It's just that he's a bit fast. Is he bluffing?"
A complete think tank had already gathered around Zhao Xu, just short of analyzing Wang Zhan's bedwetting incidents from when he was a kid.
Zhao Xu was also considering, seeing Wang Zhan's whole dazed demeanor. Zhao Xu was sure this was just bluffing. 100,000 yuan. That's not a small sum! Clearly, it's intentional. He's just betting that I won't dare to take out this 100,000 yuan to gamble.
Little did he know, Zhao Xu's mentality was already unbalanced. He was led into the pace by Wang Zhan's arrogant attitude, having forgotten that the 100,000 yuan bet was proposed by himself.
"What? Don't dare to gamble?" Zhao Xu sneered, saying calmly, "A crow will always be a crow, it'll never become a phoenix. I know you have a pretty talented sister. But so what, you are you, and she is she. Do you dare to gamble? If you lose, you don't have to pay me. Just kneel in front of the whole school, saying that you, Wang Zhan, are trash. Do you dare?"
"What?"
Wang Zhan finally came to his senses. Looking confused, his eyes filled with excitement. This Zhao Xu really is a good person. Not just giving money, but giving charm as well. Kind of worrying, what to do if there's too much love in the heart to finish breakfast every day in the future?
"Haha!"
Wang Zhan's confused look drew quite a bit of laughter and disdain.
"Let's go! Nothing to see here. He looks totally scared."
"Bet. Why wouldn't I dare to bet? I've never seen such a good person like you. Rushing to give me money. Stop the nonsense. Straight to the martial arts training ground."
...
The martial arts training ground is a must-have venue at every school. In literature, there is no first, in martial arts, there is no second; the entire Federation promotes martial arts contests. There's even an annual Martial Arts Academy contest, group contest, city contest, and so on. And the rewards are generous.
In a world rampant with beasts, resources should be better concentrated. The strong get stronger. Why is it like this, it's because the strong can always get more resources, seizing more advantages.
In such an environment, other resources can be evenly distributed, but cultivation resources can only, and must be concentrated on certain groups of people or certain individuals.
Martial Artist, if you don't fight, then why learn martial arts. Battles can mean death!
This martial arts contest quickly stirred up the school's high-level attention. In front of an arena 20 meters wide and long, all the teachers and students of the school were already gathered. Even the Principal had come over.
The Federation's standardized contract. It specified the bet of the duel. Once both parties signed and stamped, it had legal effect. If there was a breach in fulfilling the bet, it would be very serious.
"Is Wang Zhan crazy? How can he dare." A teacher said worriedly from the side.
"Teacher Chen, you just don't get it. After all, he is Wang Qi's younger brother, it's unavoidable for him to be arrogant."
"Heh heh!" A chuckle, filled with disdain, a middle-aged man laughed lightly and said, "This is not the former No. 33 Middle School. In recent years, our student resources have been quite good. Zhao Xu's talent is not something Wang Qi can compare with. I remember Wang Qi's strength was only around 500 kilograms then. But Zhao Xu now already possesses 700 kilograms of strength. In this College Entrance Examination, if he puts in the effort, getting into the top ten Martial Arts Academies should not be a problem."
"Teacher Li, congratulations! This time, your class produced Zhao Xu. He might really make a big splash. A promotion is just around the corner."
"Haha, not at all! It's all because of the principal's strategic planning and trust. I'm just assisting and guiding on the side."
As they were speaking, Zhao Xu leapt a few meters into the air with a single bound, executed a beautiful aerial flip, and landed steadily on the ring. This dashing display immediately elicited cheers from the crowd.
Compared to Wang Zhan, Zhao Xu was undoubtedly the star of No. 33 Middle School!
Zhao Xu appeared very confident, full of vigor. A faint smile hung on his face—calm and poised, with a commanding and handsome presence. He stood with a proud posture.
He extended his hand, waving at the surroundings. With the air of having certain victory in his grasp, he took a lap around the venue. Zhao Xu certainly had his vanity satisfied. But suddenly, he realized a problem. Where were the people? Was there no green foil to accentuate him?
Turning around, Zhao Xu looked down at Wang Zhan from a higher position, chuckling lightly: "What's wrong? Can't get up here? Do you need a ladder arranged for you?"
As these words were spoken, they immediately sparked a bout of laughter. People tend to flock to the strong, and in the eyes of both teachers and students at No. 33 Middle School, Zhao Xu was undoubtedly the strong one. At this moment, not currying favor might miss out on future benefits, however small they might be.
"So arrogant! Boss Wang probably can't stand it," Lin Qiang said disdainfully. He had firsthand experience of Boss Wang's skills. Let alone this two-meter-high ring, even a three-meter high wall would be an easy task.
Deng Chaofan crossed his arms, looking at Zhao Xu with a face full of disdain, and coldly hummed: "Ostentatious but impractical, only showing off to others! Strength doesn't necessarily mean usability."
Wang Zhan raised an eyebrow, originally also preparing to jump up. He was good at agility. His agility was prominent before, and now with an agility value of 100, Wang Zhan feared no one.
Yet, as Zhao Xu spoke, Wang Zhan nodded and said, "No need for a ladder. I can manage myself."
After speaking, Wang Zhan unhurriedly walked to the edge of the ring, raised his hands high, and with a light jump, grabbed the edge of the ring. Then he propped one elbow on the stage, followed by the other hand.
"This despicable person!" Deng Chaofan gritted his teeth upon seeing this, cursing while muttering, "Again, playing the fool to catch a tiger."
Recalling being played by this guy, Deng Chaofan's face turned unsightly. The ridicule from the side was intolerably vexing. It wasn't ridiculing Wang Zhan; it felt as though it was ridiculing him.
"Shut up!" Deng Chaofan roared, cursed, and left directly under the somewhat puzzling gazes of the classmates. He really didn't want to watch anymore.
"Haha!" Zhao Xu laughed proudly, his shoulders shaking: "I must say, if this is your level, I admire your courage!"
On the outside of the crowd, the teachers all frowned. One of them hesitated and said, "That's impossible, right? Wang Zhan's strength may not have been great, but at this height..."
Zhao Xu's homeroom teacher said in a deep voice, "Humph! Just showing off!"
As Wang Zhan got on the stage, the referee came up. According to the Federation's martial competition rules, the temporary referee from the school's staff was also a martial artist level person. The rules were simple: as long as there were no deaths or serious injuries!
Unlike the martial competition rules in peacetime, nowadays, everything about martial competition stems from actual combat. Can't strike here, can't touch there. Too many restrictions and the competition loses its original purpose.
Martial artists must compete! Competing with oneself, competing with peers, competing with beasts. Beasts won't discuss rules with you. Victory defines the rule!
"Begin!"
With the referee's order, instead of the anticipated fierce fight, Zhao Xu stood there, looking at Wang Zhan with a contemptuous smile: "Be sensible..."
But as soon as these words left his mouth, Wang Zhan had already moved. His speed, swift as lightning, exceeded description. With an agility attribute of 100, compared to before, it had increased fivefold. According to Wang Zhan's estimation, his agility attribute could almost rival martial artists. Of course, excluding martial artists who excel in agility.
However, Wang Zhan's strength and physique were also equally powerful. At a mere ten-meter distance, Wang Zhan closed in on Zhao Xu in almost a second.
Zhao Xu's expression changed, but he reacted quickly. He raised his hand directly. At this moment, he no longer underestimated Wang Zhan. This guy did it on purpose. At his speed, the ring was a breeze. But so what, even if speed was strong?
Yet, just as he thought of this, Zhao Xu felt a massive force collide with him, a 'crack' sounded, followed by intense pain. Then, Zhao Xu flew backward entirely.
In midair, Zhao Xu was adjusting his stance. His hand was broken. How could this be? How was it possible? Wasn't he from the trash class? How could he be this strong? Countless thoughts flooded Zhao Xu's mind. At the same time, Zhao Xu's voice rang out: "You deliberately set a trap for me! How dare you?"
Wang Zhan's actions didn't halt at all. Pursue the victory, beat the falling dog; this was something Wang Zhan understood long ago. Relaxing meant getting bullied. His mom dared to chase people down streets with a knife. His sister dared to join military school. This was the Wang family's way of survival.
Since it had begun, there had to be a decision for victory or death. The name 'Madman Wang' was well-earned. Accelerating again, as Zhao Xu hadn't landed yet, Wang Zhan punched again. Carrying the momentum of the charge, this punch was even more powerful.
There was a 'bang' sound, then followed by Zhao Xu's miserable scream, as he was sent flying out of the ring.
At this moment, Wang Zhan finally steadied his posture, clapping his hands: "Boss Wang performed a hard show, shouldn't there be some payment? Who was so dumb to fall for this obvious trap? Isn't this looking for death? If not tricking you, who else? Did you think you were a Grandmaster?"
"This... speed! This strength! This is already the power of a Martial Student. Is this Wang Zhan?" A teacher familiar with Wang Zhan exclaimed.
Zhao Xu's homeroom teacher's face turned livid: "Arrogant! In a competition between classmates, to be so ruthless! Principal Cao, I suggest expulsion of such a scoundrel like Wang Zhan."