Novel Full Chapter 1068 - 1068: “Kent vs Shui Lan”
“Kent vs Shui Lan”
The discussions reached a peak.
The stands, the inns, and especially the Golden Rat Gambling House became the heart of frenzy.
“Put it all against Kent!” one voice thundered, throwing a sack of jade coins on the counter.
“What are you, blind? Shui Lan will crush him like an insect!” another gambler snapped, pushing forward his own wager.
The housekeepers of the Golden Rat, who had looked half-dead with despair the night before, now grinned like wolves.
Ben, standing proudly near the counter, puffed his chest. “Are you sure? The Dragon Lord never backs a losing man. If you’ve got guts, bet big. If you don’t, then get out and don’t waste my air!”
The craze was burning. The moment Kent stood under the first ranking light, the entire flow of speculation reignited. Shui Lan’s glare had spread like fire, but the crowd’s hunger for blood and glory was stronger than reason.
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Pleasure House of disciples…
The 25 disciples were called by syndicate elders for a feast.
But the disciples began cursing and challenging each other during the feast.
“Monkey.” Suddenly an arrogant fellow stood up and pointed his finger at Kent.
The word cracked the silence like a whip. It came from Li Chao, a lean-faced, sharp-eyed disciple ranked high in his sect but now choosing the third rank.
He tilted his chin toward Kent, his lips curling. “You tricked one fool, that’s all. When Shui Lan breaks your bones, I’ll ask him to leave your legs intact. That way, you can crawl out of this arena on your knees.”
Laughter erupted from a cluster of other contestants.
Kent didn’t even look at him, continued eating the meat sticks, eyes half-lidded like a predator that had no interest in flies.
But Huang Tian, who is standing behind, stepped forward instead, lips pressed thin. “Li Chao, you’d better keep that mouth closed. The monkey you’re pointing at defended against me without lifting his blade. If you think you can humiliate him, perhaps you’ll be the one crawling before him.”
“Big words from a loser,” Li Chao spat, his voice rising. “Don’t defend your master’s pet tricks. When the real storm comes, he’ll be blown away.”
Another voice cut in, calm but dripping venom. It was Yu Fan, a disciple who had chosen the fifth rank, his sleeves embroidered with crimson flames. “Rank one is only for people who dare to prove they are lions, not rats hiding behind shadows. Shui Lan will cut him down. But if by some cursed fortune he stands tomorrow, I’ll personally burn the mask off his face in public.”
The air shook with jeers and laughter.
Yet not everyone mocked. Dhillon, who had chosen the second rank, stood with folded arms, his stare cold as iron. “Enough barking. If Kent chose the first rank, then he’s either mad… or stronger than he looks. Either way, he’s not afraid. That alone is worth more than your noisy threats.”
That silenced the arena for a moment—until Shui Lan himself moved from his seat. He stepped toward Kent, his robes billowing with his suppressed killing intent. His voice was low, but it carried like thunder.
“You’ve chosen the same rank as me,” Shui Lan said, his eyes like blades. “Then you’ve chosen your grave. Enjoy the crowd’s cheers while they last, because soon, the only sound you’ll hear will be your bones breaking under my foot.”
All the disciples roared in response, some cheering, some mocking, but all intoxicated by the tension.
Kent finally lifted his gaze. His eyes gleamed with a predator’s cold amusement as the Heavenly Sword rested lazily on his shoulder. His lips curved in the faintest smirk.
“See my face clearly. Because tonight, after the fight, you won’t be able to see clearly.” Kent said as he made snap.
“Phat…” Loud slapping noise came from Li Chao’s cheeks.
“You!” Li Chao, the guy who used the word MONKEY, roared in anger.
Kent turned his gaze and stared at Li Chao. “Whatever happens tonight… I will break your legs before leaving this phoenix range!” Kent said with a straight look.
Li chao took a step back in fear.
The crowd erupted into madness. Cheers, howls, and bets rained down like a flood. Even the elders seated above on the dining table raised brows at the ferocity brewing between the disciples.
The elder’s voice soon boomed again to calm the tide. “Enough! The rankings are set. Tonight, there won’t be fights as planned. You will rest. By tomorrow’s dusk, the battles begin. Challenge your ranks, prove your worth, or fall forgotten!”
The disciples scattered, some glaring, some boasting, some whispering to allies. Yet everywhere the same words were spoken—
“Shui Lan versus Kent!”
“Storm versus Lightning!”
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Meanwhile, the betting frenzy continued. The news of Kent and Shui Lan’s exchange during the feast leaked.
“Put it all against that masked brat!” one gambler shouted, his face red as he threw a sack full of coins forward.
“I’ll match it!” another yelled. “Shui Lan is Heaven’s favorite! That monkey won’t last three moves!”
Fatty Ben stood near the counter, arms folded, belly sticking out, eyes gleaming smugly. His grin was wide enough to make the gamblers grind their teeth.
“Hear that?” he called loudly, his voice cutting through the chaos. “The same idiots who cried yesterday are crying again today! All betting against Kent—did none of you learn your lesson?”
“Shut up, you bloated toad!” someone cursed.
But Ben only chuckled, his smugness radiating like a shield. “You’re all frogs at the bottom of the well. The Dragon Lord doesn’t back trash. Kent will eat that lady boy Shui Lan alive. And when that happens, don’t come crying to me when you’ve lost the clothes on your backs!”
The crowd cursed him, some threw spirit coins at his feet, but Ben didn’t flinch. He thrived in their rage, his confidence like an immovable rock.
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