Zhang Hao said with a cold expression, "Whether they are easy or difficult to deal with, in my eyes, they are just enemies."
A hint of brilliance flashed in Liu Jie's eyes as he praised Zhang Hao, "Zhang Hao, you spoke well. As a Martial Warrior, you need this kind of fearless spirit."
An hour later, it was Zhang Hao's turn to step onto the stage again.
Standing before Zhang Hao was a gray-clothed youth. With an arrogant expression, it was none other than Hou Zhibai, known as the 'Fast Sword' in the Hao Xian Sect's Outer Sect.
"You are Zhang Hao?" Hou Zhibai looked at Zhang Hao with a cold, disdainful expression.
"Are you inviting me?" Zhang Hao said lightly.
"Hahaha, even if I, the Fast Sword Hou Zhibai, dare to invite you, Ge Xia might not dare to accept the invitation!" Hou Zhibai said proudly.
Zhang Hao smiled slightly and said, "Ge Xia worries too much. I have always been very bold and don't know what fear is."
"Alright, let's cut the small talk. Someone wants to buy Ge Xia's life. Now, This Young Master can give Ge Xia a chance to commit suicide, so you can suffer less pain." Hou Zhibai looked at Zhang Hao carelessly, as if this was a favor.
Zhang Hao suddenly looked at Hou Zhibai with a shocked expression.
Hou Zhibai frowned, looked at Zhang Hao, and asked, "What does Ge Xia mean?"
Zhang Hao said to Hou Zhibai with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, "I think Ge Xia looks exactly like someone I saw before, ten out of ten resemblance, as if printed from the same mold."
As he spoke, Zhang Hao still clicked his tongue in wonder.
Hou Zhibai's brows slightly furrowed upon hearing this, and he asked, "Who?"
Zhang Hao smiled and said, "That person is a mental patient who escaped from a lunatic asylum."
"What, you're looking for death!"
Only then did Hou Zhibai realize that Zhang Hao was cursing him indirectly, and he immediately became furious. To think that he, Hou Zhibai, was considered One in the Hao Xian Sect's Outer Sect. Ordinary Disciples would respectfully call him Senior Brother upon seeing him. How could anyone dare to insult him like this? This was truly unbearable.
The Referee also shouted at the right time, "Match begins!"
At this moment, a betting pool was also set up below the Hao Xian Sect.
"Place your bets, place your bets, everyone hurry and place your bets! Zhang Hao versus the Fast Sword Hou Zhibai, Zhang Hao wins 1 pays 10, Hou Zhibai wins 8 pays 1!" the bookie shouted.
Although Zhang Hao's odds were high, the vast majority of people still chose to bet on Hou Zhibai winning. After all, Hou Zhibai's strength was relatively strong in the Hao Xian Sect's Outer Sect. Although the odds were indeed a bit small, betting 8 pays 1, it was a safe bet.
Liu Jie walked up to the bookie. He said, "Can we, as Registered Disciples, bet?"
The bookie glanced at Liu Jie and said listlessly, "There are no identity restrictions here. As long as you have crystal stones, you can bet. Are you betting on Hou Zhibai?"
Liu Jie shook his head and said, "How could I be so short-sighted? I want to bet on Zhang Hao. The odds are higher."
"Oh!"
The bookie was slightly pleased. In his opinion, Zhang Hao was bound to lose. Originally, as a bookie, he didn't like gambling matches with no suspense in the outcome. However, as a bookie, he naturally had to open every match. Otherwise, his reputation would be very poor. This time, the vast majority of people bet on the Fast Sword Hou Zhibai winning, which meant the bookie was definitely going to lose money. Therefore, as long as more people bet on Zhang Hao's side, he could lose a bit less.
"Hahaha! You are truly bold, may I ask how much Ge Xia wants to bet?" the bookie asked with a smile.
"1000 high-grade crystal stones, does Ge Xia dare to accept?" Liu Jie said.
Chu Wei on the side looked at Liu Jie with some surprise. 1000 high-grade crystal stones was no small amount. It was equivalent to 100000 lower grade crystal stones.
The bookie was slightly startled, clearly not expecting this Registered Disciple to be able to take out so many crystal stones, and they were lower grade crystal stones. He had originally thought this Registered Disciple was definitely a pauper, but he had misjudged.
However, this 1000 high-grade crystal stones was a large sum in the mortal world. But for the Disciples of the Hao Xian Sect, it was nothing much. He nodded and said, "Of course we can accept it. Even if it's ten times more, we dare to take it."
Liu Jie was slightly surprised. When Zhang Hao originally told him to bet 1000 high-grade crystal stones, he was worried that they wouldn't be able to handle it. Now it seemed he had worried too much.
"This is the voucher, Ge Xia should keep it safe!" The bookie smiled slightly at Liu Jie and handed over a voucher.
Liu Jie quickly put away the voucher happily, but when he took the voucher, he still felt a bit uneasy. Where did Zhang Hao get such great confidence? What if he lost? Wouldn't they be ruined?
What am I thinking! I should be praying for Zhang Hao to win. Liu Jie cursed himself in his heart.
At this moment, on the fifth battle stage, the battle between Zhang Hao and Hou Zhibai had already begun intensely.
This Hou Zhibai's strength was indeed quite strong. He truly lived up to the name of Fast Sword. Every sword strike was as fast as lightning.
Zhang Hao mused in his heart: This guy seems to have comprehended the true meaning of the Fast Sword.
But it was only a Prototype. From the Prototype of the true meaning of the Fast Sword, there was a long way to go to advance into a complete true meaning. It was not that easy.
Hou Zhibai was a little surprised. He had already displayed the true meaning of the Fast Sword to its limit, but Zhang Hao's movement technique was extremely strange. He could always avoid his attacks in unbelievable ways.
"Fast Sword Three Strikes!"
Hou Zhibai's figure flickered as he darted towards Zhang Hao. He continuously thrust out three swords. The three swords were as fast as lightning, reaching Zhang Hao in the blink of an eye.
These three swords were three points faster than the previous three swords, and the entire sword had turned into a cloud of smoke.
"So fast?"
Zhang Hao's heart tightened slightly.
"Divine Travel"
Zhang Hao's steps were performed to their limit. He spun his foot. Like a pendulum, Hou Zhibai's three swords lost their target and struck empty air.
"Lingbo Micro Step!"
Zhang Hao's figure flickered, arriving behind Hou Zhibai, and kicked downwards with one foot.
"Chrysanthemum Remains!"
"Bang!"
Hou Zhibai's face turned cold. His buttocks hurt. He felt as if his entire body was flying up like a dirt plane. His pants ripped apart inch by inch. Under that great force, he was sent flying down from the battle stage.
With a "Bang!"
Hou Zhibai screamed and fell below the battle stage.
Two bare white buttocks were displayed before everyone, waving in the wind. A mass of yellow stuff flowed out. Immediately, a foul stench filled the air.
Hou Zhibai felt a coolness behind him and subconsciously looked back. When he saw that his buttocks were exposed, and in front of everyone, his brain immediately shook, and he was dumbfounded. Then he straightforwardly fainted.
Zhang Hao had originally planned to use the Seven Injury Fist to knock Hou Zhibai down. But thinking of the opponent's arrogance earlier, he couldn't resist and used this extremely damaging kick, Chrysanthemum Remains, to send the opponent flying down.
But seriously, that kick felt quite good.