Chapter 87 Gambling Fight
Sun Zecheng smiled and said, "I heard that all the monks of the Nine Nations Alliance have fought on the front lines against the Mulan people. They are all heroes who are not afraid of death! I have always wanted to see them. Master Yuan, don't you want to ask for a place to stay? So, let's have a bet. If you win, I will do what you say. If you lose, you can let me deal with you. How about it?"

Yuan Wu looked at Lei Wanhe's late Jindan cultivation and said nothing.

Yuan Wen, the head of the Yuan family, smiled and said, "The Yuan family does not have a Jindan cultivator, so this duel..."

Before Yuan Wen finished speaking, Sun Zecheng raised his hand to interrupt the head of the Yuan family: "I'm talking about a bet with you."

"You're serious!" Looking at Sun Zecheng's cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, Yuan Wu couldn't help but speak out immediately. The head of the Yuan family rarely stopped him.

Senior Brother Sun is deliberately going to lose to the Yuan family to give them a place to stay, right? Nie Ying thought, but when he saw the gambling fight, Nie Ying remembered that he had promised to give Sun Zecheng two years of spiritual stones.

"Of course I'm serious. Elder Lei has handed this matter over to me, so I'll handle it this way." Sun Zecheng said with a smile.

"This, Elder Lei..." The head of the Yuan family still looked at Lei Wanhe in disbelief.

Lei Wanhe actually didn't know what Sun Zecheng was up to. Didn't he say that he would treat the Yuan family well? Why did he want to gamble again? However, Lei Wanhe knew Sun Zecheng's ability, so he thought that maybe he was itching to have a fight.

No matter what, Lei Wanhe had already said that Sun Zecheng would handle it, so naturally he would do it. Seeing that the head of the Yuan family was still looking over for confirmation, he waved his fat hand and said, "I said, Junior Brother Sun has the final say on this matter."

"Thank you, Elder Lei!" Yuan Wen was overjoyed.

"Now let's talk about the stakes. How big is the piece of land you want?" asked Sun Zecheng.

The head of the Yuan family thought that since the bet had not been concluded yet, the other party might change their mind at any time and regret not betting, so it was better to maintain the original position and seek a place to stay. After making up his mind, he bowed to Sun Zecheng and said, "After years of endless wars, the Yuan family has been dwindling. I also knew that after the family lost the Jindan cultivators, this place could not be kept. Yuanjiazhuang is laid out in nine palaces. The center is where the Jindan elders of the family lived. I naturally dare not have any extravagant dreams. There are eight palaces on the periphery. If I win the bet by chance, Brother Sun can randomly allocate two palaces for the Yuan family to stay. The Yuan family will be grateful!"

This head of the Yuan family is not simple! He was still so calm after his family property was taken away. Not to mention his humility and obedience along the way, he deliberately exposed a flaw to him and took the initiative to challenge him to a fight at the middle stage of foundation building. He did not take the opportunity to increase the stakes, but only sought a place for the family to survive. This is really knowing when to advance and when to retreat. Sun Zecheng secretly admired in his heart.

"Okay! It's settled. Who's going to go up?"

"I'll do it!" As expected, it was Yuan Wu who went to the battle from the Yuan family. Although the head of the Yuan family and Yuan Wu were both in the late foundation building stage, Yuan Wu had already reached the peak of the late foundation building stage and was obviously someone who was accustomed to fighting.

"Second brother, stop when it's enough!" Yuan Wen hurriedly reminded Yuan Wu.

"I know, I won't hurt his life." Yuan Wu responded.

Sun Zecheng smiled slightly when he heard this.

Both parties came to Yuanjiazhuang martial arts arena
Knowing that the gambling fight would determine whether the Yuan family could continue to stay in Yuanjiazhuang, the martial arts arena was instantly surrounded by Yuan family members.

Nie Ying was surprised to see that Senior Brother Sun, who always loved to use talismans and stacked shields in battle, actually used no talismans and instead sacrificed a brass shield. He did not hide or attack by surprise, but just stood there, which was very different from his usual fighting style. Yuan Wu sacrificed a one-foot long, jet-black miniature spear, which flew up into the air. As Yuan Wu formed a spell and injected magic power into it, it quickly became a red-hot steel spear that was about ten feet long.

"Don't hold back, just come on, I also want to see what you can do."

Sun Zecheng's words sounded like a provocation to Yuan Wu. He was no longer polite and poured all his magic power into the spear without reservation. The spear quickly grew several meters long. The spear body turned from bright red to glowing, and the heat could even be felt by the onlookers.

During this process, Sun Zecheng never used talismans, but simply cast an ice shield spell on himself.

"Watch out for the gun!" Yuan Wu shouted, and the bright red spear trembled and stabbed towards Sun Zecheng. Although the speed was not fast, it made a sharp sound of wind. Nie Ying asked himself whether the strongest fire phoenix could surpass this power.

Sun Zecheng's magic power exploded instantly and poured into the brass shield. The shield became several times larger and emitted a soft and thick copper-gold light. It automatically flew over to block the flying fire. With a "bang" sound, they collided without any fancy sounds. However, there was no crisp sound of metal colliding, but it seemed to be the sound of wood colliding. This brass shield seized from the Jindan monk of the Yuling Sect was indeed extraordinary. No one knew what magical material was added to it, but its strength was almost comparable to the silver giant sword.

The two magical weapons were facing each other in the air. This traditional contest ultimately came down to who had the deeper and more enduring magic.

Sun Zecheng is in the middle stage of foundation building, and Yuan Wu is at the peak of the late stage of foundation building. In this competition of magic power, the Yuan family members are full of confidence in victory. They are only worried that Huang Fenggu will not keep his word.

How could they know that Sun Zecheng's magic power was so strong that it even surpassed that of the fake elixir cultivator!

"Have you tried your best? This can't defeat me." Sun Zecheng said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Wu first controlled the spear to retreat a little, then roared and made a spell. No one knew what secret spell he used, but the spear became noticeably brighter, and the tip of the spear was clearly emitting sharp fire, like a sword, and then it stabbed forward again with the power to burn through.

The brass shield came forward again without any fanfare, and with a "squeak", this time there was finally a metallic sound.

But to the disappointment of the Yuan family, the stalemate remained where it was. Even though their family's strongest fighter, Yuan Wu, the second in command, had used all his strength, he was unable to advance at all. Everyone's heart began to sink.

What made the Yuan family fall into the ice cave even more was that Sun Zecheng not only used the shield to resist, but also had the energy left to use a giant sword.

The sword is huge, with the front half of the sticker dyed red or even black due to killing sand lizards, and part of the paper was worn off to reveal the original sword color, full of a bloody feeling of killing. The back half is white paper with the smiling face of the sun and some simple stars drawn on it, which is as childish as it can be.

But no one laughed, because as Sun Zecheng cast his spell and injected his magic power, the giant sword shone brightly, and anyone who saw the foot-long sword light would know that this was not a toy.

"Your spear is pretty good, it should be able to withstand two strikes from me. Try taking my sword!" Sun Zecheng said as he drove the silver giant sword to chop the spear back. After this chop, the light of the spear was instantly chopped off a lot, becoming much dimmer and returning to its previous dark red color.

"We admit defeat!" In fact, the head of the Yuan family had already realized that he had hit a wall when his second brother's second attack could not make any progress, but he still had a little hope. At this moment, when he saw Sun Zecheng chopping back the spear with a sword, he knew that the defeat was inevitable and there was no chance of luck. He was afraid that Sun Zecheng would kill Yuan Wu with a single sword, so he quickly and loudly admitted defeat.

(End of this chapter)