Chapter 622: Mr. Tang, You Are Indeed Very Professional

Chapter 622: Chapter 622: Mr. Tang, You Are Indeed Very Professional

Not long after Cheng Yuan placed his bet, the situation in the ring took an abrupt turn.

The man in yellow, who had been attacking relentlessly, stumbled and nearly fell! He left himself wide open!

How could the man in blue possibly miss such a golden opportunity?

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The man in blue launched a storm of attacks!

Soon, the man in yellow was beaten to the ground!

Ji Tingting couldn’t help but cheer in delight. "He won! The man in blue really won! Brother Tang! You’re amazing!"

Tang Jun said with a smug smile, "Tingting, you bet too little! If you had bet all your allowance, you would’ve just doubled it."

"Brother Tang, I’ll trust you unconditionally for the next one."

Tang Jun turned to Shen Man. "Manman, I know you’re not short on this kind of money, but it doesn’t grow on trees. You should just bet with me next time."

Shen Man scoffed, "Tch, what’s there to be so proud of for guessing right once? I don’t believe you can get lucky every time!"

As they spoke, two more fighters stepped into the ring.

One of them was 185 centimeters tall and covered in corded muscle, while the other was like a bamboo pole, looking like a gust of wind could blow him over.

"Brother Tang, who’s going to win between these two?"

"Bet on the skinny bamboo pole! The skinny bamboo pole is a sure win."

Tang Jun’s underlings went all-in on the skinny bamboo pole without hesitation.

This time, Ji Tingting didn’t hesitate at all, betting all her money.

Ji Tingting turned to Shen Man. "Sister Man, bet on the skinny bamboo pole this time. Brother Tang has a good eye!"

Unfortunately, Shen Man was very stubborn. She would rather lose a little money than side with Tang Jun.

"I’m betting on the muscleman!"

Tang Jun turned, giving Cheng Yuan a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Mr. Cheng, take my advice and bet on the skinny bamboo pole. You don’t always get a chance for a free win!"

Cheng Yuan spread his hands. "I’d like to bet on the skinny bamboo pole, but I’m out of cash. I can’t exactly use a QR code to pay, can I?"

A well-hidden flash of contempt crossed Tang Jun’s eyes. He explained, "This is Linhai Longfei’s territory. You can just write a check. No cash needed."

"Alright, I’ll play a little more then. I’ll write one for a hundred thousand to start."

Cheng Yuan wrote a check for one hundred thousand and received one hundred thousand in chips.

"Young man, I’m betting one hundred thousand on the muscleman."

"You got it, one hundred thousand on the muscleman!"

Tang Jun shook his head lightly. "Mr. Cheng, why are you so stubborn? Isn’t a hundred thousand yuan still money? That skinny bamboo pole is a Practitioner. Look at his finger joints—they’re especially thick. He’s probably trained in Iron Sand Palm or Eagle Claw Skill! The other guy is just gym-built with dead muscle. How could he possibly beat a Practitioner?"

Cheng Yuan grinned. "Since Young Master Tang is so confident in the skinny bamboo pole, you should bet more!"

Tang Jun smiled faintly. "I’m betting one million! On the skinny bamboo pole to win!"

One million?

That was an enormous sum for a preliminary match. For a moment, many people stared at Tang Jun with awe-filled eyes.

The two men on the stage quickly clashed!

Just as Tang Jun had said, the skinny bamboo pole was a Practitioner, and he trained in the Eagle Claw Skill.

He looked thin and weak, but every move was packed with power!

Soon, more than ten deep, bloody gashes appeared on the muscleman’s body!

The muscleman was beaten back steadily, on the verge of defeat.

The underlings offered their frenzied compliments.

"Brother Tang, you’re a true pro! You called it right again! We’re going to make a killing today!"

Tang Jun looked at Cheng Yuan smugly. "Mr. Cheng, what was I just saying? You didn’t listen to good advice, and now you’re about to pay the price. Look, the muscleman is about to lose!"

Cheng Yuan said coolly, "The ring is full of surprises. Until the result is out, nothing is certain. How do you know the muscleman won’t make a comeback?"

Shen Man gritted her teeth. "Cheng Yuan’s right! The muscleman will definitely make a comeback! Didn’t the man in blue make a comeback in the last match?"

Tang Jun shook his head lightly. "Manman, this match is different from the last one. In the last match, their raw strength was about the same, so the one with better tactics won. In this match, the gap in raw strength is too wide. A comeback is impossible."

Cheng Yuan activated his Double Pupil, released a Spiritual Shock, and said calmly, "Young Master Tang, you speak in such absolutes. What if you misjudged?"

Tang Jun retorted, "I’m the Qingcheng Sanda Champion. Please, trust my expertise. I will absolutely not misjudge."

The moment his voice fell, a series of gasps erupted from beside him!

Ji Tingting shrieked nervously, "Skinny bamboo pole, you’re in a fight! Don’t lose focus!"

Tang Jun quickly turned his head toward the ring and saw that the skinny bamboo pole’s condition had suddenly changed. He had become sluggish and seemed to be in a brief daze.

The muscleman, of course, wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. His fists rained down on the skinny bamboo pole’s face and body!

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The skinny bamboo pole’s face was instantly beaten to a pulp, and the muscleman sent him flying off the ring with a kick!

Silence!

A dead silence!

The muscleman, exceptionally excited by his win, didn’t leave the stage. Instead, he roared, "Anyone else want to come up and challenge me? I can go another round!"

Tang Jun couldn’t understand it at all. The situation had been perfectly fine, so why had the skinny bamboo pole suddenly zoned out?

Cheng Yuan grinned. "Young Master Tang, you really are a professional."

PFFT. Shen Man let out an unkind laugh. "Tang Jun, is this your ’expertise’? Didn’t you say you’d never misjudge? Good thing I didn’t listen to you! Otherwise, I’d have lost everything down to my underwear."

Heaven knows, Shen Man hadn’t meant to provoke Ji Tingting with her words, but Ji Tingting burst into tears with a loud WAIL!

"*Sob sob sob...* My allowance... I lost my entire month’s allowance!"

Shen Man quickly consoled her. "Tingting, don’t be sad. It’s just a little allowance, right? I’ll cover it for you! The ones who should be upset are Tang Jun and his buddies."

Ji Tingting froze. ’That’s right,’ she thought. ’Brother Tang just bet one million. He must be feeling awful right now, right?’

Tang Jun was indeed feeling awful. He had intended to dig a pit for Cheng Yuan and bury him in it.

But in the end, he was the one who had been buried!

To save face in front of Shen Man and restore his authority in the eyes of his underlings, Tang Jun announced in a deep voice, "I’m going up to challenge the muscleman for a warm-up match! It’ll be preparation for tomorrow’s competition! Just bet on me to win, no questions asked!"

"Alright! Brother Tang, we’ll definitely bet on you!"

This time, Shen Man didn’t oppose him. She still acknowledged Tang Jun’s strength.

In these unofficial warm-up matches, a Sanda champion like Tang Jun was practically a final boss.

Shen Man turned to Cheng Yuan and said in a low voice, "Cheng Yuan, bet on Tang Jun this time! Even though he’s annoying, he’s still got the skills."

But Cheng Yuan just grinned. "I can read faces. Mr. Tang is facing a bloody disaster. We can’t bet on him; we have to bet on his opponent."

Ji Tingting instantly grew nervous and quickly grabbed Tang Jun. "Brother Tang, Mr. Cheng says you’re facing a bloody disaster! You shouldn’t go up there, it might be dangerous."