I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 1128: Chapter 1129: The Fourth Senior Brother Almost Played Himself to Death Chapter 1128: Chapter 1129: The Fourth Senior Brother Almost Played Himself to Death On the stone pillar, the Great Elder’s face appeared somewhat unsightly. His worst fear occurred, the geniuses who went on stage in the first round started throwing matches. Ye Wushuang must be familiar with Han Buzhu, otherwise, she definitely wouldn’t have deliberately lost to him. By that logic, the remaining members of the two-person teams might all concede to each other to conserve strength for the final stages, rendering his planned strategies useless.

Relying solely on Wu Chengjue, he could only advance his disciple one more step. The situation seemed a bit tricky.

In the audience seats, the cultivators were excited, with most having believed Liu Jinshui’s words and betting on Han Buzhu’s victory. They did not expect this match to be rigged, which led to them making a killing. That fat guy wasn’t so bad after all. He spoke the honest truth and really treated them like family. Brilliant!

However, a minority who were defiant had bet on Li Xiaobai losing, and this turn of events caused them to lose a significant portion of their fortunes. Gnashing their teeth in frustration, they felt their judgment couldn’t have been wrong. If it were a real battle, how could Han Buzhu possibly be Ye Wushuang’s opponent?

It was all because of the rigged match; those two intentionally acted to swindle their money!

“Tell me, you damn fatso, did you collude on purpose to scam us of our money?” a number of cultivators shouted angrily.

“Gentlemen, Ol’Fatty said it before, you can absolutely trust me. I won’t scam you. I treat you like family. It’s regrettable that my family didn’t heed my advice, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Next time Ol’Fatty won’t reveal any insider information. You’ll have to decide for yourselves,” Liu Jinshui said with feigned anger.

Dealing with the audience wasn’t just about slowly reeling in the big fish; it was also about the art of loosening the reins to catch them off guard. Let the cultivators place their bets on their own for the next round. Then he would see who had higher odds and secretly manipulate a bit, causing a minor upset. That would surely earn him a fortune.

This way, not only could he earn Immortal Stones, but these cultivators would realize that without his insider tips, they could not make any money on their own. From then on, they would be even more dependent on him.

When he would assertively share insider information next time, there likely wouldn’t be any voices of doubt.

The competition on the stage was nearing its end.

In this first round, Long Aotian had a bye. The rest were battles among fellow disciples, siblings really, and everyone understood Li Xiaobai’s sense of urgency. They didn’t entangle much, and nearly every match swiftly concluded after mere contact, determining the victors and the vanquished.

The outcomes were of course controlled by Liu Jinshui, who had made a tidy sum of several million top-grade Immortal Stones.

Ling Feng was defeated by Yang Chen, Lin Yin lost to Su Yunbing.

The remaining advancers were just Han Buzhu, Su Yunbing, Yang Chen, Wu Chengjue, and since Long Aotian had no opponent, there was no debate. It was an odd number again, and one would have to sit out; it was clear to everyone it would be Long Aotian.

But that didn’t matter. Whether it was Li Xiaobai or the other fighters, none of them considered Long Aotian a true competitor. Any one of the remaining cultivators could easily annihilate him.

Now, this so-called competition was merely procedural, hastening toward its conclusion.

“Ah, what a pity. It seems our brotherly battle will have to wait for another day,” Yang Chen said with a hint of disappointment. His purpose in coming was to engage in a fierce battle. He had hoped to challenge Third Senior Brother Lin Yin and determine who was stronger, but now, with his junior brother’s situation, not only did he need to secure a wife for him but also quickly finish the fight to help find the kid. What a troublesome time it had been!

“Haha, Fourth Junior Brother’s ambition is commendable. However, if you want to challenge me, you’ll need to train much harder for a while longer,” Lin Yin said, a rare smile crossing his face as he slowly spoke.

“Junior Brother, you can be proud, for your current cultivation level has already surpassed your senior brother. In recent days, I have fought with many disciples from the Blood Demon Sect. I’m well-acquainted with your techniques and habits, almost like the back of my hand. If we really had a match, it would be close,” Yang Chen said, confidence brimming in his eyes.

“Fourth Junior Brother, confidence is good, but never be blindly arrogant. To real masters, sometimes a handshake is all it takes to know the difference in strength between them,” Lin Yin said dismissively, waving his hand as if he didn’t see Yang Chen as a challenger.

“I’ll fight next round. You, Fourth Junior Brother, just spar with me. Your Third Senior Brother is only strong on the outside and utterly weak on the inside, nothing but a chicken. Fighting your senior sister, that’ll be fierce!” Su Yunbing patted Yang Chen’s shoulder and said indifferently.

“Erm… Senior Sister is mighty,” Yang Chen replied awkwardly, realizing that Su Yunbing’s strength was far beyond his reach—she was not an opponent he could defeat. The cultivation level of his eldest senior sister was always at the forefront and cloaked in mystery.

Lin Yin’s face turned sour as if he’d swallowed a fly, but he had nothing to say in response. The truth was out there—compared to his eldest senior sister, he was still green. Even without a serious exchange of blows, he could feel the overpowering force bursting forth from her body.

“Get on stage, let’s not waste any more time,” Su Yunbing said, shaking the little wooden token she had just received—her new number for the next round. In the first round, she was to face Yang Chen. Without a doubt, whether it was a real fight or not, the outcome would be a crushing victory.