Danwu God Emperor

The moment Ye Lou stepped onto the stage, everyone in the wrestling club gasped. In their eyes, it had been a long time since they had seen such a fool. Even the referee next to him sneered with disdain.

What gave you the courage to be the first to step forward?

Ye Lou stared straight ahead, ignoring the referee's quiet snickers. He didn't care about others' mockery; all he wanted was to be number one.

The referee grinned, seemingly completely ignoring Ye Lou's indifference, and simply shouted to the audience below the stage: "According to the rules, number 176, who has zero wins, can only accept challenges from people with ten or fewer wins!"

"No need, just come up with anyone, the more wins the better!" Ye Lou said calmly.

"I come!"

Hundreds of people raised their arms in unison, eager to try. The steps were already packed with people, and even before they reached the battle platform, the air below was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Who wouldn't want to pick up such an easy target!

"Listen to me, everyone!" A short boy on the steps raised his hand to signal for quiet. He seemed to have some prestige, and those who were scrambling to get on the stage gradually quieted down.

On the other side of the steps, a man dressed in fine clothes said, "Shorty Qiang, what tricks are you trying to pull now? Don't expect us to give you this pushover again!"

"Correct!"

"That's right!"

"I don't want to compete for this opportunity, but what you all don't know is that this person has a woman who is stunningly beautiful, and he even boasted that all of us here are trash!" The short man's words pushed Ye Lou even further into the spotlight, making the scene even more heated.

Ye Lou was sweating profusely!

It was clearly Mu Wanrou who made the boast, and although he wasn't afraid, he didn't want to take the blame.

"Then I'll cripple his cultivation and play with his women, hahaha! Let me do it!" Another young man on the steps grinned hoarsely, his body hair thick and his appearance somewhat premature.

Ye Lou couldn't stop laughing to himself. Do I look that weak?

"Xiong Lie! You need to know that it was Young Master Wu Bing's idea to let me play this time. Do you still want to compete?" The short man looked at Xiong Lie with full confidence, his words conveying a commanding tone.

Upon hearing this, everyone standing on the steps stopped in their tracks and turned around to see Wu Bing sitting leisurely in a chair, sipping tea, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

Clearly, this silent response made it clear to everyone that the Wu family held absolute power in this area, and given Wu Bing's own considerable strength, his words carried authority within the wrestling arena.

"Hmph, shorty is strong, you win!" The man in brocade robes snorted coldly, reluctantly walking off the stage, but he had to give Wu Bing face.

As everyone gradually left the stage, only Dwarf Qiang remained, looking at Ye Lou as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.

"Number 176, zero wins!"

"Number 58, 27 wins!"

"The duel is about to begin!"

As soon as the referee announced the betting window, people swarmed to it. Some were even pushed to the ground, but they still insisted on crawling to the window. In the end, as a last resort, the hundreds of registration windows next to it were temporarily converted into betting windows.

The referee was also deliberately stalling for time. The various martial arts betting odds were the biggest source of profit for the wrestling ring, so this action was obviously orchestrated with instructions from above.

"The fighting begins!"

Half an hour later, the referee shouted, and although some people still didn't squeeze over to place their bets, most people returned to their seats satisfied. Even if the odds weren't high, at least they were guaranteed to make a profit.

Meanwhile, wooden signs displaying the odds and the number of bettors were hung at the betting table.

"There are 853 people who support No. 58."

"Two people support number 176!"

When everyone saw the wooden sign, they burst into laughter!

Even Ye Lou himself couldn't help but chuckle. He knew that one of the two people supporting him was himself, but he was more curious about who the other supporter was.

"Shorty Qiang, don't be too ruthless. Give everyone a chance. If you handle it well, I'll reward you handsomely!"

Wu Bing's sudden statement excited many of the participants: he wouldn't cripple them, only injure them; next time, he would give them a hard time.

"Don't worry, Young Master Wu Bing, I'll think of everyone's best interests at heart!" Dwarf Qiang squinted at Ye Lou with a sly look. If I hadn't been trying to curry favor with him these past few days, I wouldn't have received such a benefit. He was already itching to take it.

In the VIP room on the third floor of the wrestling arena, a man and a woman stood watching from behind a sheer curtain. The man, dressed in white, was handsome and dashing. She couldn't help but ask, "You trust him that much?"

The woman glared fiercely at Ye Lou and said irritably, "Although this guy is shameless, lewd, a bastard, and filthy, he is still quite strong."

The man's eyes lit up. "Someone who can impress you is quite unexpected. How does he compare to the talents of Radiant City?"

"They're definitely no match for us, but given time to grow, it's only a matter of time before they surpass us!"

Upon hearing this, the man was even more surprised. Any one of the boys around the woman in front of him was superior to him, yet today they had been speaking up for the ordinary-looking man on stage. Could it be that, as she said, he was exceptionally talented?

"So you bet 100,000 gold coins on him winning?"

The woman said irritably, "How was I supposed to know that you managed the wrestling club in Wushan Town? What, you won't let me make money off you?"

The man smiled bitterly, said nothing more, and stared at Ye Lou below.

Ye Lou felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up abruptly and saw a crowd of people staring at him, but he felt something was off.

"Look at the fist!"

Just as Ye Lou looked up, Dwarf Qiang charged over, his fighting spirit surging, his fists brimming with power. It was said that although he possessed the sixth level of internal strength, he liked to use underhanded tricks and often took advantage of others' weaknesses.

When Ye Lou turned around again, the fist had already landed on him. Looking down at the painless punch, and then at the short guy Qiang who was putting all his strength into it, his face turned red.

"what are you doing?"

"You...you...!" Dwarf Qiang was so shocked that he was speechless. He thought he would knock Ye Lou down with one punch first, and then slowly play with him, but the reality was a bit unexpected.

For the first time, the stands were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared wide-eyed, hoping that Ye Lou would pretend nothing was wrong. But the more they watched, the more disappointed they became. The truth was, Ye Lou really was fine.

horrible!terrible!

What was even more terrifying was the thought that their money was about to go down the drain!

"Shorty Qiang, beat him up!" Suddenly, a man in the stands stood up and roared.

"I...I...I beat him up!" Dwarf Qiang was on the verge of tears. Wasn't this an easy target? Had he undergone special physical training? It seemed he was about to use his real skills.

Thinking about it this way, Dwarf Qiang felt much more at ease.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you have special body tempering techniques. That punch was just to test your strength. Leg techniques are my forte!" The short man sneered. Martial artists value strength above all else. What use is body tempering if it only makes you a punching bag?

A sweeping kick came straight at Ye Lou's waist. Seeing that Ye Lou didn't move, Dwarf Qiang's lips curled up. No one in the wrestling club could underestimate my leg techniques.

"How dare you underestimate me! Break!"

With a roar, the dwarf's leg strength ripped his pants, the force of which shook up dust from his trouser legs. His imposing manner made his face turn red, but when he actually kicked Ye Lou in the waist, he did not hear the expected sound of ribs breaking.

Ye Lou looked down at him indifferently, speechless, and slapped him across the face. The short man fell to the ground with a thud and passed out, with a red handprint imprinted on his face.

"Referee, next!"