Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

At four o'clock in the morning, Zheng Qian woke up from his sleep, practiced swordsmanship for three hours, and then went to the market to buy thirty fish.

The fish was tossed into the air, slashed by the heavy sword, and a cloud of blood mist erupted.

The fish was tossed into the air, pierced by the heavy sword, and a cloud of blood mist erupted.

The fish was tossed into the air, the heavy sword slammed down, and a cloud of blood and gore erupted.

All thirty fish burst open, and Zheng Qian's heart had calmed down.

I'm ready to kill.

Inside the arena, those who couldn't get seats were forced to stand in the aisles, blocking the view of those behind them, which led to arguments and fights. Chaos reigned, filled with bloodshed and violence. The Jinmao Chamber of Commerce adjusted the betting odds, but still no one bet on Zheng Qian to win. The odds reached thirty to one.

Three minutes before the duel was to begin, at the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce headquarters, Qin Yong led a team of soldiers carrying three large boxes filled with silver.

The head of the Jinmao Chamber of Commerce rushed out to greet Qin Yong, who learned the ratio was thirty to one, and his heart raced. Zheng Qian entered the arena, and the chaotic scene instantly quieted down.

Here they come, the sucker has arrived.

He came with his life and his money.

On the arena, Li Weihu raised his saber and pointed it at Zheng Qian.

“Zheng Qian, I didn’t expect you to actually come. If I can’t cripple you in three rounds, I, Li Weihu, will change my name to Li Bingmao (Sick Cat Li).

As soon as he finished speaking, the arena was filled with insults and discussions.

“Zheng Qian, I will burn paper money for you after you die. I bet ten taels on you and you lost.”

“I sold all my possessions and put up fifty cows.”

“You’re betting too little. I’ve staked my entire fortune and my wife on it. Three hundred taels of silver, a solid three hundred taels.”

"Yes, I bet everything except the clothes I'm wearing. It's a sure win, so what's there to be afraid of? I bet with confidence."

……

Zheng Qian remained calm, waving to the audience. As for Li Weihu...

A dying person is simply ignored.

He walked to the judges' stand, signed the waiver of life and death, and then pressed down the land deed.

Next to the land deed was a box containing three thousand taels of silver notes that Li Weihu had deposited.

thump.

Two hundred and forty taels of silver were pressed onto the gambling table with a clattering sound.

"Bet on Zheng Qian to win."

Seeing the odds of 30 to 1, he took out his last coin.

All in.

Under the adoring yet disdainful gaze of the servant collecting the money, Zheng Qian accepted the betting slips and stepped onto the arena.

"Zheng Qian, I'm going to smash every bone in your body and make you wish you were dead."

Li Weihu was furious; he had paid for the food of thirteen cows yesterday.

He had just pointed a knife at Zheng Qian, but Zheng Qian didn't respond. His attempt to bluff had failed, which made him even angrier.

He turned around, unslung the heavy sword from his back, and waved to the audience.

"Congratulations to the brothers who bet on me to win, you're guaranteed to win, I'm a very strong player."

"Pah! Everyone knows you're at the peak of the Skin Refinement stage, still a whole realm away from Li Weihu's early Bone Refinement stage. You think you can win with your shamelessness?"

"Exactly, even a fool wouldn't bet on you to win."

"If I bet on you to win, my wife will become someone else's wife. You're dreaming."

The scene was met with another round of laughter and shouts.

Torture and murder, it must be done.

Li Weihu was ignored again. His eyes, which were already red from staying up all night studying sword techniques, became even redder now.

He studied "The Blade of Destruction" all night and gained some insights, making him more confident in today's duel.

Although Zheng Qian is carrying a heavy sword today, the "Transformation Sword" is a pair of swords.

The result will be the same: he will crush Zheng Qian with his strength.

"The death penalty has been signed; Li Weihu and Zheng Qian will face their fates in this duel."

start."

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Li Weihu lowered his body, his expression ferocious, and pounced on Zheng Qian like a tiger.

Li Weihu was full of confidence. His "Heavenly Wind Blade" followed a fierce and powerful path, and his realm and strength were higher than Zheng Qian's. Even if Zheng Qian used the unpredictable "Cracking Sword", he was confident that he could defeat Zheng Qian within three moves.

Moreover, Zheng Qian, for some unknown reason, abandoned his dual swords and used a heavy sword instead.

Zheng Qian dared not show weakness either, and with his right hand gripping the heavy sword, he met Li Weihu head-on.

The greatsword and the horse-slaying saber collided after leaving afterimages in the air, producing a series of crisp, piercing clangs.

It's beautiful! Sparks are flying from the clash of their swords. It's really exciting.

The two were truly fighting, each move deadly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

A seat ticket costs sixty-eight copper coins, which is worth the price.

Li Weihu's knife was fast, fierce, and powerful. Zheng Qian's heavy sword seemed weightless in his hands, and he parried just as quickly, displaying both offense and defense.

Overall, Zheng Qian was on the defensive, only occasionally launching an attack, which was easily neutralized by Li Weihu. However, Li Weihu was also unable to harm Zheng Qian in the slightest.

In the first round, they separated, and Li Weihu stood with his knife in hand.

"I didn't know you were secretly practicing with a greatsword. No wonder you dared to accept the challenge."

Zheng Qian remained expressionless, but in his mind he was constantly assessing Li Weihu's combat strength.

With a strength of around 4,000 jin, his swordsmanship is wide and sweeping, which is very physically demanding. His strongest burst of power barely reaches 5,000 jin.

The speed of the knife strike is relatively slow, posing little threat to oneself.

There is a brief defensive gap after the sword is drawn, which is difficult to catch due to a lack of combat experience with a greatsword.

To kill him in one blow, you have to wait for him to unleash his ultimate move and prolong the recovery time.

"Zheng Qian was completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back. It's a sure thing, this game is in the bag."

"Nonsense, if things weren't stable, would I have risked my wife's life?"

"The first round is over. That was really enjoyable to watch. Next round, I'll kill Zheng Qian."

The audience was excited, and everyone could see that Zheng Qian was being suppressed and that this round was a sure win.

Li Weihu was very unhappy about not getting a response and being looked down upon by Zheng Qian, and his anger level soared.

In the second round, his goal was to severely injure Zheng Qian, so he immediately unleashed his killing move, rushing out seven steps before leaping up and slashing heavily at Zheng Qian.

"Whirlwind Blade Fifth Form, Heavy Edge Three Slashes, the first slash is a heavy blade descending from the sky."

Ding.

The saber and the heavy sword collided, sparks flying, and Li Weihu landed steadily.

At the same time, he pushed off the ground with his left foot and slashed at Zheng Qian's chest with both hands holding the knife.

"Second slash, Heavenly Blade Over the Peak."

Ding.

The heavy sword blocked it again.

"The third strike, Heavenly Blade Heavy."

After swinging the saber to his right arm, he brought it down heavily towards Zheng Qian's neck.

Ding.

The sword was blocked again. Li Weihu quickly retreated to the edge of the arena, his grip on the sword tightening.

Two steps.

Throughout the entire process, Zheng Qian only took one step back during the second and third strikes.

Zheng Qian did not retreat a single step when faced with the most powerful first strike.

This shows that Zheng Qian's strength was greater than his.

Both steps back were taken with one hand holding the sword to parry; the retreat was simply to save energy.

"I never imagined you'd been playing dumb all along."

Li Weihu's expression changed from violent to serious, and then to solemn.

Zheng Qian shook his head and commented on Li Weihu's swordsmanship.

"The attacks rely entirely on brute force; their understanding of martial arts is still superficial."

The increase of three thousand jin of strength also boosted his overall combat capabilities, including agility, senses, and reflexes.

This world requires him to constantly explore, and he must learn from every battle. So he chose to raise his sword to parry, observe Li Weihu's attack moves, and summarize his combat experience.

Learning, thinking, and summarizing are essential skills for people to achieve success.

Zheng Qian has been refining these skills over time, and they have become second nature to him.

Even in low-level matches, he gives it his all.

With eyes that see through appearances to the essence, coupled with precise analysis and accurate judgment, and finally perfect implementation, this is Zheng Qian, who holds a high position.

Li Weihu's swordsmanship was wide and sweeping, but he relied too much on the horse-slaying sword and made very unreasonable use of his own muscle power, resulting in a very obvious sway after each strike, revealing a great flaw.

Li Weihu is just a reckless brute.

A brute who only knows how to use brute force and has no knowledge of muscles or strength.