I have the face of a great demon.

The demonic ape's punch landed on Tie Zhu's chest, as if it had struck the hearts of the audience. The loud bang made it unbearable to watch as Tie Zhu was sent flying.

But the result almost made the audience's jaws drop.

Despite such a heavy blow, Tie Zhu didn't even budge.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

"Too much money" was the first to shout, his voice so shrill it almost pierced the sky.

He jumped up and down, unable to believe his eyes.

He knew all too well the strength of the Mighty Demon Ape. Countless people had been sent flying by this demon ape's attacks, and even several cultivators working together couldn't withstand a single blow from it.

How many cultivators could this big guy take on?

Tie Zhu felt as if the demonic ape had just patted him on the chest; he didn't feel anything. It was completely different from the great battle he had imagined.

The audience immediately protested.

Play!

Is this a gambling contest?

This is clearly a gentle punch to your chest.

Some impatient viewers immediately started cursing, all believing that Qian Tou had arranged this betting scheme to cheat them out of their money.

What kind of betting competition is this? It's so fake.

Hua Laodao's jaw dropped; he was beyond astonishment.

He was certain that with so much money, no one would show mercy, which showed just how powerful Tie Zhu was.

Whether it was Tie Zhu's divine power or the effect of the Vajra Talisman remains to be studied, but it doesn't stop him from enjoying the fruits of victory.

We've got this in the bag.

The demonic ape was also stunned by this punch. It had sent countless people flying before, but nothing like this had ever happened before.

Not to mention mere humans, even those of its own kind who are just as tall as it can be sent flying with a single punch.

Is this person made of stone? No matter how hard I try to smash them, they won't fly away.

Just as the demon ape was sinking into deep self-doubt, Qian Duoduo's command boomed like thunder.

"Take a few steps back and give him a good beating! If you can't beat this kid, you can forget about eating!"

The demon ape was filled with fear and rage at the thought of going hungry and the contemptuous look in the eyes of the person in front of it.

It took a few steps back, pounded its chest loudly, roared, and with all its might, charged forward a few steps, delivering another heavy punch to Tiezhu's chest.

This time, Tie Zhu was full of confidence. When the demonic ape's fist came, he straightened his chest and met the ape's fist head-on.

Another loud bang, and things got even worse.

This time, the demonic ape felt as if it had struck a hard rock, howling in pain and hopping around while clutching its fists.

The audience rubbed their eyes hard, wondering if they were seeing things.

Could it be that my old eyes are failing me and I'm seeing things wrong?

Is it the demonic ape attacking people, or is it the humans attacking the demonic ape?

It feels like the world has turned upside down.

I'm so angry I could explode from having too much money.

"Useless trash, you piece of trash."

He roared at the mighty demon ape, his voice so loud that it shook the dust in the arena.

"You can't even beat someone who's standing still and letting them hit you, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the Mighty Demon Ape?"

"I'll give you one more chance. If you still can't win, I'll kill you and make soup from you."

Liu Xingchen also added insult to injury at the opportune moment.

"You have too much money. Don't forget, I'll only give you three punches. This is the last punch, so cherish this last chance."

He was so angry at having too much money that he felt like vomiting blood. He glared fiercely at the demonic ape, urging it to fight him to the death.

The demonic ape became desperate, knowing it had no way out.

It retreated to the edge of the fighting arena and began to sprint towards the iron pillar, using the momentum of its charge to deliver a powerful punch.

The punch landed on Tie Zhu's cheek.

This was a scheme secretly transmitted to it by someone with too much money.

Tie Zhu's Vajra Talisman was drawn on his chest, making his chest his strongest defensive point.

The fact that two attacks failed has already proven this point, so let's try another location.

Surely Tie Zhu's face no longer has the Vajra amulet blessing.

Iron Pillar was also tough; he kept his promise, didn't dodge, and took the punch head-on.

With a bang, Tie Zhu's face tilted slightly, and that was it.

That's it?

The audience had given up hope that the demonic ape could knock the iron pillar away, but to be so weak after a heavy blow to the face was just too fake.

A big slap in the buttocks would be more exciting than this.

Just as a group of people were shouting "cover-up!", Tie Zhu acted as if nothing had happened, twisted his neck, flashed a smile at the demonic ape revealing his white teeth, and said:

"I only let you have three punches, now it's my turn."

"Take this punch from your grandpa Tiezhu!"

Tie Zhu swung his arm in a wide arc, his enormous fist whistling through the air, directly slamming into the astonished face of the demon ape.

Those present were all cultivators with excellent eyesight, and they could clearly see that Tie Zhu's fist had smashed the demon ape's nose into its face.

Immediately afterwards, the demonic ape soared into the air, drawing a graceful arc before landing in the distant woods. After a series of thuds, it fell silent.

The audience fell silent.

To be able to send that huge demonic ape flying that far, this guy must be really strong.

Then it's not a cover-up.

Qian Duoduo stared blankly, unable to believe the outcome, until Tiezhu came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"You have too much money. I won the fight, so you should give us the storage bag now."

He only realized how much money he had when he saw it; he had lost a lot of money this time.

Besides giving Liu Xingchen and the others two storage bags worth 100 spirit crystals, he also lost a powerful demonic ape, which was of much greater value.

There are still a lot of bets waiting for him to pay out later.

I'm so frustrated I could cry.

Liu Xingchen and Tie Zhu each carried a storage bag, and like two victorious warriors returning from the battlefield, they strode away from the gambling arena.

However, having too much money meant he was instantly surrounded by a group of gamblers.

Tie Zhu held his storage bag with great affection, constantly asking his master how to use it along the way.

Old Master Hua smiled and said:

"To use the storage bag, you must first learn the art of manipulating objects, which I haven't taught you yet. I never expected that you would be able to use the art of manipulating objects so quickly."

"No rush. When we get back to the Taoist temple, I will teach you slowly."

The crisis took a dramatic turn in the blink of an eye. Not only were his two disciples unharmed, but they also gained two storage bags, which put Master Hua in a great mood.

The only regret is that I didn't bet on my apprentice to win, otherwise I would be making a fortune now.

He had just checked the odds and discovered that betting on his apprentice to win would yield a hundredfold return, which made him beat his chest in regret.

At this moment, Liu Xingchen sneakily approached.

“Master, you don’t need to regret it. You didn’t place a bet, but I did.”

"Really? But when did you place the bet? I didn't see it." Old Hua looked surprised.

"Of course I wouldn't place the bet myself, that would be too conspicuous. I asked the stall owner who sells storage bags to place the bet for me, 26 spirit crystals, and I bet it all."

"Wow, great! We've hit the jackpot!"

Tie Zhu also shouted excitedly.