He took out his bank card from his pocket and handed it to Lü Fengrou.

He said to Lü Fengrou, “Teacher, same as before, bet everything on me winning. Here’s five hundred million. Today, we’re going to make a huge profit.”

Lü Fengrou looked at Zhang Haoran speechlessly and said, “Five hundred million? Are you serious? I don’t think the organizers will let you bet that much. If you bet so much, the organizers might rig it.”

Zhang Haoran, however, was unfazed by this. What kind of tricks could they pull? Even if they brought in a Third Grade fighter, he wasn’t afraid now. The organizers couldn’t possibly send a Medium Grade fighter, could they?

He thought for a moment and then said to Lü Fengrou, “Then bet as much as you can. It’s free money, why not earn it? Who would ever complain about having too much money? And this is the last time anyway.”

Lü Fengrou nodded, took Zhang Haoran’s bank card, and turned to negotiate with the organizers.

He turned to look at Zhao Xuemei, who was still throwing up violently nearby. He asked a nearby attendant for two bottles of mineral water. He handed one bottle to Zhao Xuemei and comforted her, “It’s okay, you’ll get used to throwing up. Rinse your mouth first, then you can keep throwing up. Once you’ve finished throwing up today, you’ll feel much better when you see this kind of scene again.”

Soon, Lü Fengrou returned. She said to Zhang Haoran, “I’ve arranged two matches for you, one against a Second Grade High-Stage opponent and one against a Second Grade Peak opponent.

The fights will start in half an hour, with a 20-minute break in between. If you’re willing to fight continuously, the odds can be even higher.

However, although there are many people here today and the stakes are quite high, there’s a betting limit today. The maximum bet for each match is one hundred million. This is because we earned too much last time. It’s a new rule from the casino.”

Zhang Haoran was speechless upon hearing this. Did they earn a lot last time? He only earned 450 million, alright. But it seemed his teacher earned even more than him. When the master and disciple duo swept away over a billion, it certainly made sense to change the rules.

But it was good enough to earn anything. Zhao Xuemei had stopped throwing up now, seemingly adapting a bit. However, she still didn’t dare to look at the arena.

He pulled Lü Fengrou over to Zhao Xuemei’s side and whispered, “Teacher, if I’m too high-profile here, will people find out I’m a Magic Martial Arts University freshman? Will it affect our Exchange Competition?”

Lü Fengrou thought for a moment and said, “It shouldn’t be a problem. You don’t need to hide it later; just expose your full strength. You’re at Second Grade Peak now, right?”

Zhang Haoran glanced at Lü Fengrou with a troubled expression and whispered, “Teacher, my Qi and blood are currently 560 Cal. Are you sure I shouldn’t hide it? If I don’t hide it, who would believe I’m Second Grade?”

His Qi and blood were indeed 560 Cal. And what Zhang Haoran didn’t mention was that his Mental Energy was also 449 Hz.

Lü Fengrou was also startled when he reported his Qi and blood. She quickly set up a Mental Energy barrier. This time, even Zhao Xuemei was isolated.

Zhao Xuemei was also scared by the Qi and blood Zhang Haoran reported.

Lü Fengrou asked with a serious expression, “What’s going on with you? How is your Qi and blood so high?”

Zhang Haoran shrugged and said, “I underwent three bone refinements. If I Cultivated normally to Second Grade Peak, I would also have around 520 Cal of Qi and blood. Plus, I refined my entire body; each limb refinement adds ten Cal of Qi and blood. And I’ve been at Second Grade Peak for several days, so it’s pretty much nourished.”

Lü Fengrou also understood. When Fang Ping reaches Second Grade Peak, he would only be tens of Cal less than Zhang Haoran, also over 500 Cal.

It seems the advantage of three bone refinements is truly significant.

He looked at Lü Fengrou again.

Lü Fengrou removed the Mental Energy barrier, rubbed her temples, and said, “Just burst out about 470 to 480 Cal, that’s enough. And if you want to earn money, you need to consume at least 150 Cal of Qi and blood in the first match.”

He nodded, indicating he understood.

Lü Fengrou wasn’t worried about him messing up. Even if Zhang Haoran consumed 150 Cal of Qi and blood, he would still have over 400 Cal left, which was more than a normal Second Grade Peak fighter.

Currently, Zhang Haoran hadn’t burst out his Qi and blood. Without careful sensing, no one would know how much Qi and blood he had. He quietly used a mask to adjust his Qi and blood intensity to 470 Cal.

Lü Fengrou sensed it slightly, glanced at him, but said nothing.

Soon, it was Zhang Haoran’s turn to enter the arena. Since he had already fought here, there was a record.

At this moment, the commentator loudly announced, “The next match is still a deathmatch. It’s between the five-time consecutive winner, Second Grade High-Stage ‘Stone-Splitting Hand’ Dong Hao Hua, and the Second Grade Peak martial arts university student, Haoran Sword Master. The odds for both are one to one. Please place your bets now.”

Zhang Haoran and Dong Hao Hua walked onto the stage. This was betting time, which lasted for five minutes.

He observed his opponent, who was over 30 years old. His eyes were calm, indicating he was a difficult opponent. The opponent was wearing a pair of alloy gloves.

They looked like they were made of D-grade alloy. As soon as Zhang Haoran stepped onto the stage, Dong Hao Hua had been observing him.

He showed an eager expression.

When the betting ended, Zhang Haoran performed a martial arts bow to his opponent. He was deliberately giving the opponent a chance.

Dong Hao Hua, as expected, didn’t care about etiquette and charged forward directly. At this moment, the audience below erupted in curses. Some cursed Dong Hao Hua for not adhering to martial ethics, while others cursed Zhang Haoran.

At this point, Dong Hao Hua had already launched a punch. He raised his left hand to block and made a motion with his right hand as if to draw his sword.

But Dong Hao Hua immediately launched a quick attack. Although the Qi and blood burst of each punch wasn’t high, he gave Zhang Haoran no chance to draw his sword.

He simply gave up on drawing his sword and used a set of Major Achievement Foundational Fist Technique, fighting the opponent to a standstill.

However, Zhang Haoran was at a disadvantage in terms of the situation. Each of his attacks struck the opponent’s arm. Because the opponent was wearing alloy gloves, he would definitely be at a disadvantage if he clashed head-on.

The opponent, having gained an advantage, naturally charged and struck fiercely, swinging his fists with powerful force.

Each punch released very little Qi and blood, focusing purely on speed.

This battle was entirely the opponent’s aggressive assault, with Zhang Haoran only responding with the Foundational Fist Technique.

But there was also an advantage: less Qi and blood was consumed. Because on the surface, he could only rely on technique to cope.

Zhang Haoran estimated his Qi and blood and felt that it was almost enough.

As the opponent’s fists swung over, he suddenly changed his moves. He no longer used the Foundational Fist Technique; instead, he directly grabbed the opponent’s wrists with both hands.

He raised his right leg and performed three consecutive Chuō Jiǎo kicks. Because it happened so suddenly, and the distance between them was close, both were fighting quickly. Dong Hao Hua couldn’t dodge at all.

Zhang Haoran’s three Chuō Jiǎo kicks: the first kick hit the lower abdomen, and the second and third kicks both hit the heart.

At the same time, he released his left hand and used his right hand to forcefully throw the opponent off the stage. However, looking at the opponent’s chest, which had already caved in a large section, it was clear he wouldn’t survive.

According to Lü Fengrou’s instructions, Zhang Haoran had consumed exactly 150 Cal of Qi and blood. Otherwise, two kicks would have been enough.

He took a few deep breaths on the stage. He nodded to the referee, indicating he could continue fighting.

This time, before his opponent even stepped onto the stage, he gripped the hilt of his sword.

It gave people the impression that he was unwilling to have not drawn his sword in the previous match.

Moreover, the final moment of life and death in the previous match happened too quickly; many people didn’t react in time.

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