plumnovel Chapter 95 Suppression of Divine Sense
Chapter 95 Suppression of Divine Sense
"This betting platform has been opened at just the right time... Yao'er, Li'er, Siyue, each of you bring 2 spirit stones and bet on the position of island master of Kui Xing Island—bet on me to win every round."
A hint of amusement flashed in Qingfeng's eyes as he whispered to the three women beside him.
"Is the young master planning to make a fortune?"
Yanli and Yuanyao exchanged a glance and smiled softly.
"Young master, since this gambling den is run privately, although the odds are high, if you win a large sum of spirit stones, it might attract attention..."
Wen Siyue, however, was slightly worried.
"It's alright, you can go to different places to escort them, there's no need to gather in one place."
Since the odds are subject to change, I'll observe two matches first, and then place my bet before I play—my odds should be quite high then.
Qingfeng said nonchalantly.
"If anyone asks, just say you came because you heard about him and admire the reputation of the young master of Qingyang Sect."
"You've already mastered the Transformation Technique. Once you're off the float, find a secluded spot and change your identities."
To be on the safe side, he added another sentence.
"Yes."
The three women understood each other, quietly got up from the float, and mingled into the bustling crowd outside the arena.
"Brother Qing, that Shadow Fiend on the arena outside is quite formidable."
Wang Ning kept a close eye on the match on the stage and recorded some of the details of the battle.
"Shadow Fiend, huh? This is a late-stage Core Formation cultivator."
Qingfeng looked towards the arena.
On the arena at this moment, a cultivator named Li Ren was locked in a fierce battle with the Shadow Demon.
Li Ren unleashed a small crimson banner, which, as he waved it, caused fiery clouds to surge and waves of heat to engulf the area.
Shadow Fiend's figure was as elusive as a ghost, always hidden in the faint black mist, only occasionally revealing a dark blue blade of light, which would attack Li Ren from an unbelievable angle.
"Shadow Assassination Technique!"
Someone in the audience gasped.
Before he could finish speaking, the three rings of fire beside Li Ren were suddenly sliced apart by a thin, hair-like blue light.
The shadow demon's figure coalesced behind him like smoke, a short dagger pressed against his back.
"Thank you for your concession."
Shadow's voice was hoarse.
"...I surrender."
Li Ren's face turned deathly pale, and he dejectedly put away the banner.
"Shadow Assassin wins!"
The Star Palace steward announced loudly, and the audience cheered.
The odds screen at the gambling den immediately refreshed—Shadowbringer's odds plummeted, while the odds for several other popular contenders in the next match were also slightly adjusted.
Qingfeng's name is displayed in the middle, with odds of "one to three" for winning.
Meanwhile, Yanli and her two companions, now in their transformed forms, mingled among the crowd and had roughly figured out how the gambling den operated.
This gambling den is operated by a group of small factions, with the Star Palace stewards vaguely behind it, but on the surface it is only said to be "for entertainment and gambling".
The odds change in real time based on the results of each match, player performance, and betting flow.
"Sister, the young master's odds aren't very high right now."
Yuan Yao whispered a message.
"Although the young master is underestimated, he is backed by the Qingyang Sect, so the bookmakers won't raise the odds too high."
Yanli pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Look, after Xiao Dapeng won the first game, the odds have dropped from 3 to 1 to 2."
Wen Siyue glanced at the light screen and said.
When should we place our bets?
Yuan Yao looked at Yan Li.
"Once the young master draws the results, if he draws a tough opponent, the odds might even go up."
A sly glint flashed in Yanli's eyes.
Meanwhile, one match after another took place on the arena, including lightning-fast sword duels, protracted battles of formation attacks and defenses, and duels aided by demonic beasts and spirit pets.
The victors hold their heads high, while the losers are crestfallen.
Finally, the first round is nearing its end.
"The last group has finished at the Kui Xing Island arena."
The second round of the competition will take place in three hours. Those who survived the first round can then recover their injuries and spiritual energy.
Those who advance, please come to the side of the ring to draw lots.
The voice of the Star Palace Deacon echoed throughout the surroundings.
"Sigh! It's another draw. This time, the young master of Qingyang Sect won't get a bye."
"Yeah, let's see who he draws."
The onlookers all turned their attention to the floats.
Qingfeng stepped off the float, ignoring their gazes, and went to the Star Palace steward to begin drawing lots according to the previous procedure.
Soon, the draw results for the second round of matches were announced.
"It's actually Mad Shark Nie Zheng! This young master of the Qingyang Sect has such bad luck!"
"Nie Zheng is a ruthless individual who has fought against level six demonic beasts in the deep sea. His 'Raging Wave Battle Technique' is incomparably fierce, and ordinary magic weapons can hardly harm him!"
The numerous cultivators surrounding the Kui Xing Island arena began to discuss the matter.
On the gambling den's light screen, Qingfeng's odds jumped instantly, from 1 to 3 to 1 to 5!
Nie Zheng's odds, on the other hand, dropped to 1.5.
After drawing his lot, Qingfeng looked at the group assignments for the second round of drawing lots.
He vs. the one-eyed giant, Mad Shark Nie Zheng; Poison Feather Scholar vs. Li Xiao; Shadow Demon vs. Fan De; Giant Whale Gang's Xiao Dapeng vs. Rogue Cultivator Yang Wei...
"Apart from these groups, the other groupings aren't very interesting."
Qingfeng waved her folding fan and returned to her float.
Inside the float, a glint of inspiration flashed in Wang Ningzi's eyes.
"Young master, this Nie Zheng cultivates both physical and magical techniques, and is skilled in close combat."
Wang Ning said.
"Body cultivator? That's perfect, let's make a fortune off him."
Qingfeng laughed upon hearing this.
Wang Ning smiled as well.
Body cultivators, isn't this just handing over food?
Meanwhile, Yuan Yao and her two companions, having staked their spirit stones, returned to the flower cart.
They all had smiles on their faces, clearly happy about the prospect of making a fortune of spirit stones soon.
Three hours later...
After the first round of arena battles, the remaining cultivators in the second round are all Core Formation cultivators with considerable strength.
There are many in the mid-stage of Core Formation, and even a few in the late-stage.
One of them, a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, was on the arena of Kui Xing Island.
"Kui Xing Island Arena, Round 2, Match 1: Qing Feng vs. Nie Zheng."
The Star Palace Steward announced in a completely flat voice.
Upon hearing that it was his turn to go on stage, Qingfeng leisurely walked from his float to the arena.
Wherever he went, the crowd parted automatically, and all sorts of eyes fell on him—curiosity, pity, schadenfreude…
When Qingfeng arrived at the arena, Nie Zheng had already jumped onto the stage.
This Nie Zheng was a one-eyed man, eight feet tall, with bulging muscles. His single eye shone with a fierce light, and he carried a massive, serrated blade the size of a door panel, exuding a menacing aura.
"You Qingyang Sect member, it's not too late for you to admit defeat and get back to your carriage. This Sea-Splitting Blade of mine doesn't recognize any young master of the Qingyang Sect."
Nie Zheng grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Can we begin?"
Qingfeng seemed not to hear and turned to ask the Star Palace steward.
"The competition begins!"
The Star Palace Steward waved his hand to activate the magic array.
Before he could finish speaking, Nie Zheng roared and brought down his giant blade, which was carrying a crimson spiritual light!
Before the blade even arrived, the chilling spiritual energy had already assaulted Qingfeng.
Qingfeng, however, stood motionless, his eyes calmly fixed on Nie Zheng.
boom--!
An invisible, powerful divine sense instantly pulled Nie Zheng into the realm of divine sense.
Within Qingfeng's spiritual realm, he transformed into a half-giant.
"Kneel down!"
The giant looked down at Nie Zheng, and a terrifying divine sense far exceeding the Core Formation level slammed into Nie Zheng's mind!
"Thump!"
In reality, on the ring.
Nie Zheng's burly body trembled violently just as the giant blade was about to touch Qing Feng's head.
Without warning, his knees buckled and he knelt before Qingfeng.
Because of the barrier surrounding the arena, those outside were unaware of what had happened.
From their perspective, all they saw was Mad Shark Nie Zheng kneeling down before Qing Feng as soon as he arrived.
On the arena, the fierce light in Nie Zheng's single eye vanished, replaced by fear and confusion, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Qingfeng stepped forward, took the opponent's giant blade into his own hand, and then looked at the Star Palace Steward beside the arena.
"Can we announce the results now?"
"Yes! Qingfeng wins!"
The Star Palace steward was pale; he was able to sense what was happening on the arena.
That was a powerful divine sense possessed only by a Nascent Soul cultivator!