From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Chapter 65 Match Begins

Central Square in Qing Feng sect.

After the inner disciples talked about making bets, someone got to work and started to organize.

"I bet on the menial disciple losing."

"You traitor! I'll double his bet and place it on the menial disciple to win."

"We want to join in too."

Disciples from the Storm Fist Thunder sect didn't want to miss out on a win and joined in with their money.

Only some of the inner disciples had the faith to bet on Lin Fan.

Overwhelmingly, everyone was putting their bets on Lin Fan losing.

This led to a massive difference in odds.

Very soon, it was fifty times the reward when you bet on Lin Fan to win.

Lin Fan didn't think twice and bet his remaining ten contribution points on himself.

"Fifty contribution points, on Lin Fan winning."

Seeing how the tide was against Lin Fan, Ho Ming also went in and bet his fifty contribution points on Lin Fan.

This was the least he could do to show support for him.

Lin Fan smiled and nodded at Ho Ming, acknowledging his support.

You'll surely not regret it, Lin Fan thought to himself silently.

When the Storm Fist Thunder sect disciples saw Lin Fan making the bet on himself, they couldn't help but laugh.

This menial disciple was just so ignorant.

They would show him later what it meant to be a cultivator.

"The young ones are so lively," Qing Yang Zi said, looking at all the activity happening, as he stroked his beard and smiled.

He looked approvingly at the liveliness of all the young disciples.

"Set up the place for the match. Come, let's go somewhere for a better view; we shouldn't let our guest be standing here all day," Qing Yang Zi instructed, and the disciples got to work.

"We certainly can't wait for the match ahead."

Storm Fist Thunder sect master, Low Qiang, said and stole a glance at Tan Fei.

With its scriptures glowing when the furnace burned, the resulting pills were of a much higher level.

By now it was one win for Qing Feng sect and two wins for Storm Fist Thunder sect.

They needed to win the remaining two matches.

The Storm Fist Thunder sect disciples began to hold their heads up high.

While the Qing Feng sect's disciples bit their lips and kept quiet.

It was however, eerily peaceful and quiet in the hall.

They looked at the matches and sipped their tea.

The real battleground for Qing Yang Zi, Tan Fei, and Low Qiang was not in the central square.

Next up was the Sword Peak.

Ho Ming, with his double cultivation root and top monthly ranking, was one of the nominations.

Together with another senior disciple, Khoo, they got ready for the match.

"Ho Ming, just remember what we went through during practice," Lin Fan said as he patted Ho Ming's shoulder.

Reminding and assuring him.

Ho Ming's opponents were wielding their curved saber when they stepped into the sparring area.

They were two burly men who spat on the ground and sneered at Ho Ming when he entered.

Ho Ming looked like one of those studious disciples, following instructions to a T.

They'd seen far too many disciples like him.

It should be a piece of cake for them, they thought.

"On the count of three. One... two... three... Start!" the judge shouted.

The two burly men separated, and one of them lunged at Ho Ming.

Ho Ming, with his right hand, thrust a twirling wind strike at the man.

With a smirk, the man sidestepped the strike to the left as he had anticipated it.

However, Ho Ming with his left hand, using the slithering stroke, thrust the sword at the man's chin.

Double sword cultivator!