Immortal God of War-Chapter 745 - 710: It’s You Who Should Realize_1

He actually expected the dignified son of a Marquis to personally invite him?

After observing him for these past few months, they all knew Qin Feiyang was arrogant, but they never imagined he would be arrogant to this degree.

Meanwhile, Feng Yun also abruptly stood up, glaring angrily at Qin Feiyang.

However, Qin Feiyang paid him no attention at all.

One person among them whispered, "Senior Brother Feng, he’s disrespecting you so openly. Should we go and teach him a lesson?"

Feng Yun retorted angrily, "He has Zhuge Mingyang as a powerful backer. What could you possibly use to teach him a lesson?"

That person immediately lowered his head, his face filled with panic.

"Getting so scared just from hearing Zhuge Mingyang’s name. What a waste," Feng Yun sneered. He composed himself slightly and then walked towards Qin Feiyang.

"Huh?"

"Is he actually going to invite him personally?"

Seeing this, everyone around felt incredulous.

They all knew Qin Feiyang had Zhuge Mingyang backing him. But Feng Yun was also the son of a Marquis; he didn’t need to be this spineless, right?

Walking up to Qin Feiyang, Feng Yun cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Brother Qin, what brings you to the fighting arena today?"

Just a moment ago, he was fuming with anger, but now he was all smiles, amiable and approachable. This rapid change of expression left the surrounding crowd marveling.

Qin Feiyang also managed a slight smile. "Brother Feng, isn’t that asking the obvious?"

Feng Yun glanced at Mo Dong, then looked at Qin Feiyang and chuckled. "It’s quite a coincidence today. On your first visit to the fighting arena, Brother Qin, it happens to be my turn to host the bets. I wonder if Brother Qin would do me the honor of placing a wager?"

"Brother Feng’s honor? How could I dare not give it?" Qin Feiyang said with a smile.

Feng Yun then turned to Mo Dong and asked, "Brother, are you interested in placing a bet as well?"

"Of course." Mo Dong nodded and turned to walk towards the betting table.

Feng Yun smiled brilliantly, stepped aside, and gestured. "Brother Qin, please!"

"Please!" Qin Feiyang also said with a smile.

Watching the two of them walk towards the betting table, chatting and laughing like old friends, the people around couldn’t help but look at each other, perplexed.

Are all these influential figures so fickle?

Arriving at the betting table, Mo Dong placed his Qiankun Bag directly on it. "This is everything I own. I’m betting on myself to win."

"Uh!" Feng Yun was taken aback, then chuckled. "It seems Brother Mo Dong is very confident in himself. What about you, Brother Qin?"

"Me?" Qin Feiyang smiled faintly and was about to speak.

But just then, Feng Yun suddenly leaned close to Qin Feiyang’s ear. "How about this: let’s make a bet on an agreement."

"Hmm?" Qin Feiyang paused, surprised. "What kind of agreement?"

Feng Yun transmitted his voice, "If you win, everything on this betting table is yours. But if you lose, you must pledge allegiance to His Highness, the Second Prince."

"The Second Prince?" Qin Feiyang looked at Feng Yun quizzically. If he recalled correctly, this person used to follow the Thirteenth Prince, didn’t he? The Thirteenth Prince had only been dead for a month, and he had already switched masters?

"I know what you’re thinking," Feng Yun said, then continued in a low voice, "Actually, you’re right. The Thirteenth Prince never truly considered me one of his own. So, even if he hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have continued to follow him."

"Impressive." Qin Feiyang gave a thumbs-up, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Feng Yun didn’t mind and transmitted his voice again, "Well? Do you dare to bet?"

Qin Feiyang’s eyes flickered. Suddenly, he noticed an indescribably strange expression on Mo Dong’s face.

"I understand now," Qin Feiyang realized abruptly. "So, this was all your calculated scheme from the start."

Feng Yun and Mo Dong exchanged glances, a hint of shock surfacing in their eyes.

Indeed, they had planned it all along.

Mo Dong actually didn’t dare to challenge Qin Feiyang, because the current Qin Feiyang was not someone he could afford to offend. He wasn’t stupid enough to antagonize Qin Feiyang for a dead man. The only reason he dared to issue the challenge was because he had Feng Yun and the Second Prince backing him.

But they hadn’t told anyone about this.

Yet, unexpectedly, Qin Feiyang had seen through it so easily.

At this moment, they truly wished they could pry open Qin Feiyang’s head and see what was inside.

Seeing their expressions, Qin Feiyang knew he had guessed correctly. He sighed, "I must admit, you two have really gone to great lengths."

Feng Yun asked secretly, "So, will you bet or not?"

"Why wouldn’t I take such a good bet?" Qin Feiyang looked at Feng Yun. "But if I win, I don’t want this so-called wealth of yours. I only want you to kneel down and kowtow to me in public, here in the fighting arena."

And this sentence was not transmitted secretly; everyone around heard it loud and clear.

"He’s even demanding a kowtow?"

"What are they betting on? The stakes are so high!"

The crowd was shocked and bewildered.

Feng Yun’s face darkened. Qin Feiyang saying this publicly was clearly intended to humiliate him.

Mo Dong glanced at Qin Feiyang with disdain and transmitted his voice to Feng Yun, "Senior Brother Feng, don’t be afraid. I’m confident."

"Really?" Feng Yun asked secretly.

"Absolutely. I will win," Mo Dong replied without hesitation, full of confidence.

"Alright." Feng Yun said secretly to Mo Dong, "I’ll trust you this once. But if you lose, and Qin Feiyang doesn’t kill you, I will." Then, turning to Qin Feiyang, he said, "Fine, I’ll bet with you."

Next, he looked up at the two people currently fighting on the stage and shouted, "Hurry up! Don’t delay this young master’s important business!"

Hearing this, the two fighters’ necks visibly shrank. They stopped fighting at once and both withdrew from the fighting arena.

"At least they know their place," Feng Yun sneered, then looked at Qin Feiyang and Mo Dong. "You two, get on stage!"

Mo Dong stamped his foot, leaped high into the air, and landed on the fighting arena. He then turned and looked provocatively at Qin Feiyang.

Qin Feiyang smiled faintly. Without any fancy footwork, he walked up to the fighting arena step by step.

Just then, a loud barker’s voice echoed from the crowd, "Everyone, this is a rare opportunity! Place your bets quickly! Qin Feiyang, one to five! Mo Dong, one to two!"

Qin Feiyang followed the sound and saw Wan Chou emerge from the crowd, a full-blown sneer on his face, walking towards Feng Yun.

"Was it you who told Mo Dong?" Qin Feiyang frowned. In truth, he had vaguely suspected Wan Chou before, but he couldn’t be certain because Fengg Wuxie and others also knew about the matter.

"Who else could it be but me?" Wan Chou said with a grin, walking to Feng Yun’s side.

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow. "You think doing this is very honorable, don’t you?"

"Winners are kings, losers are pariahs. What does it matter?" Wan Chou shrugged.

"’Winners are kings, losers are pariahs’..." Qin Feiyang scoffed. "That saying is true, but unfortunately, you’ll never become a King. Because your destiny in this life is to be nothing more than a slave." He then turned towards Mo Dong.

Wan Chou immediately clenched his fists, his eyes turning frighteningly dark.

"Let’s begin!" Qin Feiyang said indifferently upon reaching Mo Dong.

Mo Dong said, "Wait a moment, many people haven’t placed their bets yet!"

"Heh, it seems you’re quite confident in yourself!" Qin Feiyang laughed.

"Whether I’m confident or not, you’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?" Mo Dong said with a smirk.

"Birds of a feather truly do flock together," Qin Feiyang jeered. He then looked at the hesitant crowd gathered around the betting table and said, "Everyone, if you believe in me, bet on me to win. I guarantee you’ll earn your fill."

"Such confidence!" The crowd exchanged glances.

"Alright!"

"I’m betting on Qin Feiyang, my entire fortune!"

"Me too, betting on him!"

"I’m also betting my entire fortune!"

Instantly, everyone began placing their bets.

Feng Yun was also beaming with delight. The larger the bets these people placed, the more he would earn. Mo Dong had displayed such confidence that Feng Yun hadn’t even considered the possibility of him losing.

A full hour passed before the crowd finally dispersed.

On the betting table, Qiankun Bags were piled up like a mountain. Moreover, most of them had bet on Qin Feiyang to win; only a small portion had bet on Mo Dong.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the Qiankun Bags, a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes. This time, he would not only make Feng Yun lose all face but also bankrupt Martial Marquis Qian! The stakes were simply too high. At odds of one to five, even a Marquis’s fortune couldn’t bear it.

"We can start now," Mo Dong said with a laugh. As he spoke, his aura exploded outwards.

"Come on, then!" Qin Feiyang flicked his wide sleeve, clasped his hands behind his back, his posture filled with utter disdain.

"Hey, be serious! I’ve bet my entire fortune; you can’t lose!" This gesture from Qin Feiyang made the people below the stage start to worry.

Mo Dong, however, was brimming with rage. "In the fighting arena, life and death don’t matter! Prepare for your doom!" he roared. His Battle Intent billowed forth, forming a massive wave that crashed towards Qin Feiyang!

The terrifying momentum, like mountains toppling and seas overturning, surged in all directions!

"The one who should prepare for their doom is you," Qin Feiyang murmured. He raised his hand and pointed into the air; an Invisible Force roared out.

—Return-to-the-Ruin Art, Third Form: Space Breaking!

This third form, equivalent in power to a superior battle art, combined with Qin Feiyang’s current cultivation as a Two-star War Ancestor, possessed lethality comparable to a Five-star War Ancestor!

And Mo Dong, despite being a Three-star War Ancestor, hadn’t used any battle art, relying only on ordinary attacks. How could he possibly block this technique from Qin Feiyang?

There was no suspense. Wherever the Invisible Force passed, Mo Dong’s Battle Intent disintegrated, unable to withstand a single blow!

Then, the Invisible Force lunged directly at Mo Dong.

However, even though Qin Feiyang had gained the upper hand right from the start, the crowd below grew even more worried. In their view, resorting to a battle art so early was a sign of lacking confidence. Therefore, everyone who had bet on Qin Feiyang couldn’t help but start to regret it.

Mo Dong also looked disdainful and said, "I heard from Wan Chou that you’ve mastered several perfect battle arts. Hurry up and show them to me!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his speed drastically increasing, and he actually managed to evade the blast of the Invisible Force with ease.

An auxiliary battle art? Qin Feiyang murmured to himself. But judging from Mo Dong’s speed, it should only be a superior auxiliary battle art. Nothing to worry about.

"In that case, I’ll grant your wish." Qin Feiyang’s eyes flashed with a cold light. He pointed his index finger into the air, and the fourth layer of the Return-to-the-Ruin Art was unleashed explosively!

At this moment, the fighting arena began to tremble violently.

The Invisible Force, like a terrifying python, roared through the sky, its might intimidating all directions!

"It really is a perfect battle art!"

"It seems there’s still hope."

The crowd below the stage grew excited once more.