The other Disciples, like Big pimple, rolled up their sleeves, pretending they were about to gang up and take down Qian Duoduo.
People from Lip Peak were indeed more ruthless towards people from Nose Peak.
People from Nose Peak wanted to kill Qian Duoduo ten thousand times each, while people from Lip Peak wanted to kill Qian Duoduo one hundred thousand times each.
Qian Duoduo tucked his arms in, "Are you sure each of you wants to challenge Qian Duoduo ten times?"
Big pimple nodded.
Qian Duoduo looked at the others, and they all nodded.
"I am a businessman; I don't do losing business. Challenging me ten times is fine, but each time, you must put up ten thousand gold coins as a stake. If you don't have these stakes, then let's forget about the challenges. At most, I'll just get beaten up by you every day."
Qian Duoduo gritted his teeth, putting on an act of trying to scare them with money, hoping to force them to give up on challenging him ten times each.
Big pimple put his hands on his hips, "A mere one hundred thousand gold coins, each of us has it, and we can afford to play."
Qian Duoduo twisted his brows into a pretzel, "Then let's find a Martial Arts Stage?"
"Let's go!"
Big pimple and the ten Disciples happily surrounded Qian Duoduo and walked away. After a short walk, they arrived at a less crowded Martial Arts Stage.
Perhaps because it was located in a canyon and space was limited, there were only about a hundred spectators around the Martial Arts Stage.
It was unclear what method Big pimple and the others used, but soon it was their turn to compete.
Qian Duoduo silly walked onto the stage and placed ten Storage Pouches on it, "Each pouch contains one hundred thousand gold coins. The ten of you must also put yours out, otherwise Qian Duoduo won't play with you."
Big pimple and the others chuckled and discussed for a long time, then also placed ten Storage Pouches on the Martial Arts Stage, each containing one hundred thousand gold coins.
Those who truly had no gold coins used Magic Treasures of equivalent value as collateral.
Qian Duoduo also agreed.
After setting up the stakes, Big pimple was the first to step onto the Martial Arts Stage, "Do you want me to hit you ten times continuously, or do you want ten people to hit you once each?"
Qian Duoduo thought for a moment, "Hit me continuously. It's too much trouble to switch people in between."
Big pimple laughed uproariously, very satisfied with Qian Duoduo's answer.
Before he started, he had a moment of conscience, "My name is Zheng Tianpeng. I hope you'll still remember my name after I beat you ten times."
"Don't worry, as long as you remember, I will remember."
Zheng Tianpeng coolly waved his right hand, and a golden sword, like a snake, appeared out of thin air.
He pointed with his left hand, and nine golden snake-like Spiritual Qi shot towards Qian Duoduo.
This Move, without any blood, somewhat resembled the immortal techniques of the Ba Ling Sect.
However, Zheng Tianpeng held nothing back, using his full cultivation against Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo charged forward, his Soul Blade slashing with full force. Before the golden sword could pierce him, the tip of his blade had already struck Zheng Tianpeng's forehead.
The Soul Blade's body penetrated three inches into the flesh, but Qian Duoduo didn't dare to go further.
Any further, and he would have directly broken Zheng Tianpeng's Upper Spirit Sea, turning him into an idiot.
Even so, Zheng Tianpeng's head throbbed, and his body twitched, like a fish pulled ashore, bouncing on the Martial Arts Stage for about ten times.
"Hey, wake up!" Qian Duoduo walked forward and patted his shoulder, "Get up quickly, let's continue fighting!"
Zheng Tianpeng struggled to get up, but after crawling twice on the stage, he couldn't sit up steadily.
"I concede!" He tucked his head between his knees and whispered.
"Concede this round?" Qian Duoduo stood up and repeated his words loudly.
He nodded.
Qian Duoduo smiled slightly, "Did everyone hear that?"
The faces of the nine Disciples waiting in line to challenge him below the stage were overcast with dark clouds.
The Disciples watching the battle didn't care about that, shouting, "We heard! Stop dawdling, hurry up and start the second match."
Qian Duoduo cupped his fists and bowed to the surroundings, then bent down and said to Zheng Tianpeng, "Senior Brother Zheng, we still have nine rounds. Please stand up and let's get started!"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Tianpeng's legs twitched uncontrollably.