621: The bet of Ox-Head and Horse-Face

"Next, we will proceed with the championship battle for this Grand Competition. I invite the top ten contestants to come on stage and draw for their rankings," Huo Guang announced loudly.

As soon as Huo Guang's voice fell, the top ten contestants stepped onto the stage one after another to draw their lots.

When Yang Lingchen drew his lot, a faint smile appeared on his face; he was quite satisfied with the number three.

After the drawing was finished, Huo Guang continued, "The lot number represents your ranking, and each person has three opportunities to challenge others."

"The challenge phase now begins. I invite number ten, Long Ming, to come on stage to challenge."

"Long Ming, state the opponent you wish to challenge," Huo Guang asked loudly from the high platform.

"Yang Lingchen, come on up!" A fierce Battle Intent surged in Long Ming's eyes.

"Fuck, he really thinks I'm a soft persimmon."

Yang Lingchen sneered in his heart, a faint arc curling at the corner of his mouth. He leaped up and landed slowly on the Arena of War God Valley.

"Brat, being able to enter the top ten of the Grand Competition is already a blessing from your ancestors. If you admit defeat now, I can spare your life."

A trace of contempt appeared in Long Ming's eyes. In his view, Yang Lingchen's ability to enter the top ten of the Grand Competition was largely due to luck.

"Make your move!" Yang Lingchen said coldly. He really didn't want to waste another word on someone who loved to show off.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll tear you apart."

Long Ming roared, leaped into the air, and slashed out with the battle sword in his hand. Sharp Sword Qi cut through the sky, carrying a dazzling light, and pierced toward Yang Lingchen like a venomous snake.

A cold light flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. He suddenly leaped backward and swung the haotian cudgel in his hand. A biting cold cudgel-glow, carrying a powerful wave of air, surged toward Long Ming like a tide.

The two powerful forces collided, kicking up dust at the scene. Long Ming's body, as if struck by a heavy blow, flew backward directly.

At this moment, Long Ming's eyes were filled with disbelief. He never expected that he would be blasted away by the opponent after just one strike.

At the same time, Yang Lingchen's figure moved like a ghost, instantly slapping toward Long Ming.

As Long Ming was falling back, he felt a gust of wind approaching. Before he could react, a sharp pain struck his face, and his head instantly felt like it was buzzing.

"Pfft...!"

Long Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Little Bastard, I will swallow you whole!" Long Ming roared wildly. His body instantly transformed into a huge divine Dragon, then he suddenly lunged, swiping a claw toward Yang Lingchen from the air.

At this moment, he was completely enraged. He wanted to tear this brat in front of him to shreds to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Fuck, you don't know when to die."

Yang Lingchen's Killing Intent flashed and vanished. He swung the haotian cudgel with his right hand and swung the black cauldron with his left, smashing it toward the opponent's Dragon claw.

He had actually shown mercy just now. If it weren't for the fact that he was concerned about the opponent's status in the Dragon Clan, he would have already killed him.

Although Long Ming had transformed into his main body, Yang Lingchen's attacks became even sharper.

After several collisions, Yang Lingchen seized an opportunity and smashed the black cauldron onto Long Ming's head. The violent impact sent Long Ming flying on the spot, and he completely lost his Combat Power.

If Yang Lingchen hadn't held back some of his strength at the critical moment, Long Ming would definitely have had his brains smashed out and died.

At this moment, the scene was in an uproar. No one had expected that Yang Lingchen would defeat Long Ming in his main body state so easily.

Even Wan Xixi and Wan Qianqian revealed shocked expressions at this moment, because Yang Lingchen's performance had far exceeded their expectations.

The challenges continued. Next, two more Dragon Clan Geniuses challenged Yang Lingchen, but they all ended in failure.

As Yang Lingchen won three consecutive matches, no one challenged him in the following few rounds.

Soon it was Long Aotian's turn to challenge. He did not choose to challenge Yang Lingchen, but directly chose to challenge number one, because what he wanted was the champion.

In his eyes, Yang Lingchen was not yet qualified to make him initiate a challenge.

Seeing Long Aotian challenge him, the Dragon Clan youth with the number one lot directly chose to admit defeat.

Soon it was Yang Lingchen's turn to challenge.

"Yang Lingchen, state the opponent you wish to challenge," Huo Guang asked loudly, his sharp tiger-like eyes staring at Yang Lingchen.

At this moment, everyone cast their gaze toward Yang Lingchen.

Yang Lingchen's figure moved elegantly as he landed slowly on the Arena of War God Valley. His firm eyes swept over the nine Geniuses of the Dragon Clan, and finally, he fixed his gaze on Long Aotian.

"Long Aotian!" Yang Lingchen finally said those three words.

The moment he said the name Long Aotian, an uproar erupted around the War God Valley.

No one expected that Yang Lingchen would actually dare to challenge Long Aotian.

One must know that Long Aotian is no ordinary person. He is not only the Eighth Prince of the Dragon Clan but also one of the most powerful princes. Although his cultivation level is only at the Peak of the Haotian Realm, his talent is extremely outstanding, and he possesses a super strong ability for Cross-Rank Challenge.

Compared to the other eight Dragon Clan Geniuses participating in the Grand Competition, Long Aotian is several levels stronger in both potential and Combat Power.

Ordinary Dragon Clan Geniuses have the ability to fight across two minor Realms, but Long Aotian has the ability to fight across four minor Realms. This Heaven-Defying talent is second only to Long Qinxue among the younger generation of the Dragon Clan.

As soon as Yang Lingchen's voice fell, a sneer curled at the corner of Long Aotian's mouth, and a cold Killing Intent flashed through his eyes.

"Yang Lingchen, are you sure you want to challenge This Prince?"

On the high platform, Long Aotian looked down at Yang Lingchen condescendingly, his eyes filled with contempt.

"I don't want to say it a second time. Come down and fight!" Yang Lingchen stood proudly, looking directly at Long Aotian.

"Very good, you certainly have guts. Since you want to fight, This Prince will grant your wish."

Long Aotian's voice was extremely cold. His figure flashed suddenly, and he instantly appeared on the Arena of War God Valley.

"Make your move! Cherish this last opportunity to strike in your life."

Long Aotian stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp eyes, like a venomous snake, exuding an aura that made people shudder.

Regarding Yang Lingchen, Long Aotian originally had the intention to recruit him, but Yang Lingchen's talent and Cross-Rank Challenge ability made him feel a trace of crisis. Therefore, he changed his initial intention to recruit him and decided to nip this crisis in the bud.

"Seniors of the Dragon Clan, Your Highness the Eighth Prince wants to have a life-and-death battle with me. If I injure him, you won't make things difficult for me, right?"

Yang Lingchen looked up at the Sky-Propping King, Long Yanbin, on the high platform.

"Young man, the Dragon God Star Domain Grand Competition has always been open and fair. No matter who it is, once they step onto the Arena, life and death are up to fate. No one is allowed to pursue revenge," Long Yanbin said righteously.

In his view, it was impossible for Yang Lingchen to defeat Long Aotian.

"With your words, Junior is relieved. Next, I will give it my all. If I injure Long Aotian, please forgive me, Seniors of the Dragon Clan," Yang Lingchen said, cupping his hands.

After all, this is the headquarters of the Dragon Clan. Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to kill Long Aotian, because it would not do him any good.

"Do you think Yang Lingchen can defeat Long Aotian?" an ox-horned man said.

"Isn't that a stupid question? Who is Long Aotian? He is a top Genius of the Dragon Clan's younger generation! How could a mere Yang Lingchen be his opponent?" a horse-faced man said.

"You can't say that. I've watched Yang Lingchen all the way here, and it seems like he hasn't really exerted his full effort. Maybe he really has a chance to defeat Long Aotian," the ox-headed man said.

"Since you say that, why don't we make a bet?" the horse-faced man said with a chuckle.

"How do you want to bet?" the ox-headed man asked in a deep voice.

"Old Ox, if Yang Lingchen wins, you sleep at my place tonight, and I'll keep watch for you," the horse-faced man said.

"That ruthless? Then what if I lose?" the ox-headed man said.

"Then naturally I go to your place to sleep, and you switch to keeping watch outside. Do you dare to bet?" the horse-faced man said with a wicked look.

"That's not fair. Although Yang Lingchen has a chance to win, his chances aren't very high," the ox-headed man shook his head and said.

"Then how do you want to bet?" the horse-faced man said.

"If I win, not only must you keep watch for me, but you also have to cheer for me outside. Do you dare to bet?" the ox-headed man said with a smile.

"Bet is a bet," the horse-faced man said, gritting his teeth.