Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

At the first venue, the atmosphere at the official temporary betting point was exceptionally lively, with tens of thousands of people taking out their money to place bets. After each match, the audience would have a short time to place their bets, betting on who would win or lose the next match.

The game is simple, straightforward, and easy to understand, with a minimum bet of 100 fiat coins, making it accessible to everyone.

For example, if 1 people bet on player number 1 to win, the prize pool will total 1 million dollars.

There are 5000 people betting on player number 2 to win, with a total prize pool of 5000 million.

If player number 1 wins, the 1 people will share the 5000 million yuan prize according to their betting ratio.

Conversely, if player number 2 wins, then the 5000 people will share 1 million in winnings according to their betting ratios.

The official Sword Tower team does not participate in the game. They only take a 1% commission from the winner's winnings and deduct a 20% gambling tax before distributing the final winnings to the winner.

It can be said that no matter who wins or loses, the official Sword Tower team will always make a profit and can also obtain a large sum of money from these bets to replenish their coffers.

The host exclaimed in surprise, "My goodness, contestant number 1's prize pool has exceeded 500 million yuan!"

Host #2 said, "The prize pool for contestant #3 is only 500 million yuan. There are too few people betting on contestant #3 to win. If contestant #1, Zhou Qingfeng, loses in this round, it will be a huge upset."

Host #1 said, "Yes, if it were me, I would definitely take a gamble. Maybe contestant #3 will win. If he wins, that's 5 million in currency! Even if I bet 1000 in currency, I can still make a fortune!"

The world is never short of smart people, and most smart people have a gambler's mentality.

This is especially true for some poor and lowly monks and mortals.

They will absolutely not give up the chance to change their fate.

The betting in the Heavenly Pride Tournament is their easiest chance to change their fate.

If you bet on Zhou Qingfeng to win, most people will share a small amount of money, preventing them from becoming rich overnight.

However, if you bet on Zhou Qingfeng and lose, a small number of people will share a large amount of money, with a hundredfold return that is extremely considerable, enough to allow the poor to change their fate against all odds, and they only need to pay a low cost of a few thousand magic coins.

Therefore, no matter how popular the favorites are, there will always be a large number of gamblers who take a risky approach to betting on the less popular ones.

The halftime break, which should have lasted only a cup of tea, passed quickly.

After the protective shield of the arena was repaired, the countdown to the next round of the competition began again.

The referee walked up to the referee's stand, looked down at the two contestants in the arena, and announced loudly: "Both contestants, take your positions! 10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1, the match begins!"

Contestant number 3 sneered, retreating instead of advancing, rapidly widening the distance between herself and Zhou Qingfeng. In the blink of an eye, she had already retreated to the edge of the arena, and while retreating, she formed hand seals and shouted, "Rain, come!"

Crimson magic power shot out from his body, condensing into a dark cloud in the air, and quickly began to rain blood.

As the rain of blood fell, contestant number 3's body disintegrated into pools of blood and disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng frowned slightly, scanned his surroundings, and searched for traces of his opponent.

Host #1 said, "Contestant #3, Shui Zheqian, comes from Nutao City and the Yushui Sect. She is the strongest genius of the younger generation of the Yushui Sect. Born into the Yu Clan and possessing the bloodline of the Yu Clan, she is unmatched in the Yushui Sect among her peers."

"In particular, her magic and supernatural powers are extremely strange, allowing her to regenerate infinitely in the rain, appearing and disappearing like ghosts, killing people invisibly."

"This time, he used his magic to make it rain, completely turning the battlefield into his own territory. Zhou Qingfeng's situation is extremely precarious!"

On stage, the host was giving a passionate explanation when Shui Zheqian's furious voice rang out from the arena: "Fuck you, host! Are you even giving an explanation? You're clearly leaking my information to Zhou Qingfeng!"

Upon hearing this, the referee immediately warned, "The contestant should focus on the competition. The host is just giving a routine explanation. If you continue to attack the host, you will be disqualified from the competition and expelled from the arena."

Shui Zheqian remained silent, seemingly searching for Zhou Qingfeng's weakness from the shadows.

"Go Shui Zheqian! Go Shui Zheqian!" A large number of gamblers who bet on Shui Zheqian to win cheered for her wildly from the audience. Of course, another reason was that Shui Zheqian had fair skin and a beautiful face, and her skin was so tender that it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

Beautiful women often receive preferential treatment and supporters. The more beautiful a woman is, the more supporters and admirers she has. Even if a beautiful woman is foul-mouthed and speaks vulgarly, she can still be called unique.

After all, not everyone can pursue power and authority like Zhou Qingfeng, and view beautiful women as mere skeletons.

With a "whoosh," Shui Zheqian transformed into a small, blood-red figure and flew out of the puddles on the ground like lightning. He punched Zhou Qingfeng in the face, sending Zhou Qingfeng spinning backwards for over a hundred feet before crashing into the hard stone wall.

At the same time, the shallow water fell back into the accumulated water and disappeared.

Zhou Qingfeng touched the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "So fast."

Shui Zheqian's voice came: "Zhou Qingfeng, I am invincible among my peers in the rain. No matter how strong your magic or supernatural powers are, if you can't see me, you can't hit me. Even if you do hit me, I can regenerate infinitely. What can you do to me?"

"I gave you a decent chance, but you didn't want it, so don't blame me for slapping you in the face in public."

"You must not admit defeat first, otherwise it won't be fun."

Shuizheqian is no better than Kelan.

Both were geniuses, each with their own strengths in magic and supernatural powers.

Ke Lan excels at direct attacks, is effective at both close and long range, and has explosive damage output. Most importantly, he's really handsome.

Water-based attacks are more adept at striking from the shadows, causing invisible harm, and can regenerate infinitely in the rain, making them extremely troublesome.

Zhou Qingfeng judged that the current situation in the battle was unfavorable to him. If he continued to defend passively and let Shui Zheqian attack so unpredictably, even if he could withstand the damage, he would be beaten to a pulp.

Therefore, a large amount of Devouring Thief Blood seeped from Zhou Qingfeng's body, enveloping him in defense.

At the same time, a large number of blood-red raindrops transformed into countless sharp swords that continuously attacked Zhou Qingfeng. Tens of thousands of attacks were all devoured by the Blood Devourer, and Zhou Qingfeng realized that something was wrong.

Knowing that she couldn't break through his defenses, why did Mizutsuaki continue to attack?

As time passed, Zhou Qingfeng had consumed more rainwater than his Devouring Thief power could absorb, and he was feeling a bit bloated. He had to release the rainwater he had ingested, or he would burst.

However, at this moment, Shui Zheqian's petite figure emerged from the Blood of the Devourer.

She was almost face to face with Zhou Qingfeng, a triumphant smile appearing on her face so close to his.

Then Shui Zheqian suddenly leaped and plunged into Zhou Qingfeng's mouth.

Then, it began to wreak havoc inside, causing extensive damage to Zhou Qingfeng's internal organs.

Zhou Qingfeng suffered a severe injury, kneeling on one knee, coughing violently while covering his mouth, vomiting up shattered internal organs. His life was hanging by a thread, but Zhou Qingfeng was not flustered at all. Instead, he revealed a mocking smile.

Shui Zheqian's voice came from inside his body: "Zhou Qingfeng, kowtow and admit defeat, beg me to come out, or you will die."

"Stupid woman, how dare you try to run into my mouth."

With a thought, Zhou Qingfeng quickly channeled the Devouring Thief Blood surrounding his body back into his body, where it surrounded and blocked Shui Zheqian, forming a tight encirclement and rapidly digesting and breaking him down into essence and blood.

Shui Zheqian's smugness didn't last long before she began to scream in terror. She discovered that her body was being torn into countless pieces and devoured by the Blood Devourer: "Damn it, what kind of evil supernatural power are you practicing!"

Unfortunately, she didn't receive a reply before she was completely consumed and became Zhou Qingfeng's cultivation resources.

Meanwhile, Zhou Qingfeng's shattered internal organs are rapidly recovering, and his physical strength and lifespan have increased further.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up again, his energy and vitality even stronger than before, radiant with health, truly growing stronger with each battle.

Amidst the rain of blood, a normal-sized Shui Zheqian once again coalesced.

Zhou Qingfeng raised an eyebrow: "Still not dead? You're pretty hard to kill."

Shui Zheqian's face showed fear, but he stubbornly said, "Heh, I can regenerate infinitely in the rain. No matter how many times you kill me, unless you have the power of the Devouring Fiend Realm, you can forget about killing me."

Even so, she dared not approach Zhou Qingfeng again. The fear of being eaten alive was enough to haunt her for a whole year. She formed hand seals, immediately changed her battle plan, and shouted, "Rise!"

Dozens of water clones, formed from rainwater and magical power, appeared from the rain. They all wielded water blades and rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng, intending to wear him down from a distance using a human wave tactic.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng was about to unleash the Three Calamities Annihilation Banner.

After emerging from seclusion, Jin Wei immediately handed the magical artifact over to Zhou Qingfeng for refinement.

To forge this magical artifact, Jin Wei spent several months acquiring materials at high prices in the market and commissioned the first specialized artifact forging workshop to refine it.

According to Jin Wei, it cost one million magic coins just to collect the Disaster-level Blood Demon and Disaster-level Starving Ghost, in addition to auxiliary materials such as Disaster-level Thousand-Year Yin Wood, Disaster-level Mad God's Shroud, and a thousand human skins for refining this magical artifact.

The total cost was 1.8 million magic coins, plus 180,000 magic coins for hiring a weapon refiner to refine it. This was only because Zhou Qingfeng was family, and the labor cost for refining the weapon was halved.

This single magical artifact cost nearly two million in magical coins, which is an astronomical figure.

It should be noted that a mass-produced ordinary disaster-grade magic weapon costs around eight thousand magic coins, while a high-grade one can sell for around eighteen thousand magic coins, which is within the range that an ordinary disaster-level cultivator can afford.

The Three Calamities Annihilation Banner, due to its rare materials that prevent mass production and its overwhelming power, ranks first among calamity-level magical artifacts. Whenever it appears on the market, it is instantly snapped up.

Prices below three million coins are practically snapped up the moment they appear on the market.

Once this magical artifact is released, it can transform into a walking natural disaster, making victory effortless.

However, Zhou Qingfeng's thoughts raced at this moment, and he refrained from playing his trump cards. He had three trump cards: the Instant Death Demon Eye, the Three Calamities Annihilation Banner, and the Devouring Thief Great Sage.

With three cards at your disposal, you lose one as you play them. Once you've played them all, you're doomed.

Because once an opponent knows all of my cards, even if I defeat a hundred opponents to win the first round, countless talented players will find ways to counter my strategies in subsequent matches.

So Zhou Qingfeng patted the Bloodlight Armor on his chest and quickly poured in his magic power to activate another form of the Bloodlight Armor. The Bloodlight Armor turned into a pool of flesh and blood and detached from Zhou Qingfeng's body, landing on the ground and condensing into a humanoid mecha.

The second form of the Blood Armor: the Demon Blood Warrior.

The Blood Demon Warrior's eyes glowed with bloodlust. It had no consciousness, only instinct to kill, to kill all the enemies in front of it. Unless it was completely destroyed, it would fight forever.

With a flick of its arms, it transformed into two long blades and charged towards dozens of water substitutes.

Dozens of water stand-ins and demon blood warriors clashed on the spot. The battle was extremely fierce and intense, with every strike drawing blood and every punch drawing flesh, which caused a cheer from the audience.

Some intelligence brokers in the stands were recording Zhou Qingfeng's methods and providing rigorous analysis. Even if Zhou Qingfeng couldn't achieve final victory, he could still sell the information later.

Information about the four young masters of Sword Tower should be priced ten times higher, right?

Zhou Qingfeng said indifferently, "There's no need to use petty tricks. Shui Zheqian, go all out and let me see just how strong the strongest genius of the Yushui Sect really is."

Shui Zheqian bit her lip. Tricks? She had almost exhausted all her tricks. She was not good at direct combat; surprise attacks and assassinations, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, were her strengths, but she could hardly do anything to Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng's words were like sharp knives stabbing into Shui Zheqian's heart, making her realize the vast difference between her so-called strongest genius of the Yu Shui Sect and the genius of the Sword Tower.

Enraged, she glared at Zhou Qingfeng and said sarcastically, "Zhou Qingfeng, who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me? You're just a lowly bastard from a peasant background. Do you really think you're some kind of nobleman just because you're dressed in human skin?"

"In the end, Zhou Qingfeng, you're nothing but a sycophant who'll follow whoever feeds him. You only got your current status and power by sucking up to your godmother. You really think you're someone important!"

The host exclaimed incredulously, "What? What is she saying?"

Host #2 said, "She said Zhou Qingfeng is a 'mother' whoever feeds her!"

Host #1 slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Holy crap, she actually dared to say that! Who gave her the courage?"

The audience erupted in excitement, all turning their attention to Zhou Qingfeng.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng's expression finally changed slightly. His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he said, word by word, "You're courting death."

A hint of mockery and sarcasm flickered across Shui Zheqian's exquisitely beautiful face: "What? You want to kill me? I've hit a nerve, aren't I? I'm just stating the facts. You, Zhou Qingfeng, are just opportunists..."

Zhou Qingfeng stomped his foot on the ground, causing the entire fighting arena to tremble. The next second, his figure vanished from his spot, and the sheer explosive power of his physical body alone created a sonic boom.

When he reappeared, Zhou Qingfeng was already standing in front of Shui Zheqian, and a right hook, carrying the force to destroy the world, slammed heavily into Shui Zheqian's face.

Shui Zheqian was sent flying backward by the punch, crashing into the wall. Half of her beautiful face was smashed into a bloody mess, and her eyeballs had burst out.

However, in the rain, her injuries were healing at an alarming rate.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward again, grabbed Shui Zheqian by the neck, and punched her face repeatedly.

Shui Zheqian's face showed signs of illness as he laughed maniacally: "I am a member of the Rain Clan, a descendant of the ancient gods. No one can kill me in the rain. This is the innate divine power bestowed upon me by the bloodline of the ancient gods. You fool!"

Zhou Qingfeng indifferently pinched Shui Zheqian's delicate and soft throat, releasing all the Devouring Thief Blood in his body, which transformed into a terrifying sea of ​​blood that flew towards the dark clouds in the sky.

The dark clouds gradually disappeared as they were swallowed by the blood-red sky, and the rain stopped.

Zhou Qingfeng's face showed a sneer: "And now?"