Chapter 1012: Chapter 1012

Upon hearing this, Fu Tianyou’s face turned grim.

The reason why the nine great families use martial arts tournaments to determine resource allocation is to avoid triggering a family war. In terms of real martial strength, the Dark Group is definitely not inferior to the Ming Group, making the outcome hard to predict.

Each of the nine great families has some foundation. If they were to fight over resources, there would inevitably be major casualties, which is something no one wants to see.

This is why the tournament format is used to decide resource distribution, aiming to reduce casualties and train the younger generation’s abilities.

Just as Fu Tianyou was conflicted, his phone suddenly rang.

Seeing it was Fu Tianbao calling, Fu Tianyou quickly answered.

"Immediately have Fu Renjie fulfill the bet; stop embarrassing the Fu Family."

Fu Tianbao’s somber voice sounded.

Just now, the heads of the Dark Group faction families attacked again, and as a neutral family head, Meng Xiaolu also urged Fu Renjie to fulfill the bet as soon as possible to let the competition continue.

Facing such a situation, the Zhao, Wan, and Qian families decisively chose to avoid trouble. Since the Meng family had intervened, if the stalemate continued, the Ming Group faction would be in trouble once the Meng family took action.

Moreover, Fu Renjie is indeed at fault here. Since he made a bet, he must honor it. Cheating now only brings further disgrace.

"Big brother, if Renjie kneels to that kid, how can our Fu Family face anyone in the future?"

Fu Tianyou became agitated.

"Shut up! He was the one who initiated the bet; he should gamble and admit defeat. Being untrustworthy now is what truly shames our Fu Family."

Fu Tianbao scolded angrily, "A true man dares to act and take responsibility. So what if he kneels in submission? It’s just losing a bet. But if he’s dishonest, he loses his credibility."

Fu Tianyou gritted his teeth. Although he understood this principle, he still...

After hanging up, Fu Tianyou sighed and walked out dejectedly.

"Dad, you can’t abandon me."

Seeing Fu Tianyou leave, Fu Renjie cried out.

He couldn’t care less about the upper echelons’ considerations; he just knew kneeling to Tang Ming was extremely embarrassing and humiliating.

"Just kneel already."

At that moment, Lin Canghai kicked the back of Fu Renjie’s leg, "You’ve been scheming against my sister; I’ve long wanted to deal with you."

Fu Renjie screamed in shock, falling to his knees in humiliation.

"Heh, come on, I’m ready."

Tang Ming tidied his clothes, preparing to receive Fu Renjie’s kneeling.

Fu Renjie bit his lip hard, clenched his fists, holding back tears of humiliation as he kowtowed three times to Tang Ming.

"Aren’t we being too harsh?"

Seeing Fu Renjie’s pitiful appearance, Wu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask Tang Ming.

"Hmph, think about what he would have done to me if you had lost before you start feeling sympathetic."

Tang Ming snorted. If it had been Wan Yong, he wouldn’t have been so aggressive—at most, just determining a winner. But against a despicable person like Fu Renjie, there was no room for mercy.

"If he had won, he absolutely wouldn’t have spared Tang Xin."

Lin Canghai sneered coldly, cursing, "He despicably plotted against Tang Xin and my sister before; this is his just deserts."

"Hey, if you’re done, continue the match."

Seeing Fu Renjie sitting on the ground in tears, Zhao Tianba impatiently urged, "I’ve been waiting for ages."

"Continue the match."

Tang Ming glanced at Fu Renjie, full of resentment, and signaled Long Ao and the others to ignore the guy.

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, let’s resume the match. Who’s going next?"

Qin Fang quickly regained composure and asked cheerfully.

Zhao Tianba stepped forward, stretching his muscles, looking eagerly at Tang Ming and the others, "You beat the weakest one among us and are quite proud. Let’s see who dares to challenge me this time?"

"Seven-star Cross Training Martial Master."

Tang Ming squinted, looked at Wan Yong, hesitating whether he should take the field. This was indeed a formidable opponent.

Long Ao stepped forward, smiling, "Even if I lose, I won’t let you crush Wan Yong’s momentum."

"Hmph, what are we betting on?"

Zhao Tianba snorted, looking arrogantly at Long Ao.

"We’re not doing the kneeling routine; it’s too demeaning."

Long Ao chuckled, "I heard you have a modified DLD Boron armored vehicle, claimed to be unbeatable. How about betting that car?"

Zhao Tianba was slightly stunned, and said hesitantly, "That’s my favorite car; I spent over forty million on it, I..."

"I won’t let you suffer a loss; I’ll bet fifty million against you."

Long Ao chuckled, fairly offering his stake.

"Alright, since you want to give me money, I have no reason to refuse it."

Zhao Tianba nodded fiercely, thus sealing a gamble worth fifty million.

Neither Long Ao nor Zhao Tianba realized that their gamble, compared to the one between the Long and Zhao families, was insignificant.

"Brother Long, are you confident against the Seven-star Cross Training Martial Master?"

Wu Xiaoyu looked at Long Ao worriedly, having defeated Fu Renjie himself thanks to seven days of special training, and Fu Renjie himself was also an Inner Martial Master.

But Zhao Tianba was different; he was a Seven-star Martial Master, specializing in attack and power.

"Not confident. But losing doesn’t matter, just a few million; we can’t lose our stance."

Long Ao said gravely, then stepped forward to prepare for the match.

"Tang Xin! Can Long Ao defeat Zhao Tianba?"

Lin Canghai looked anxious as he asked Tang Ming.

"I’m not sure about this round either."

Tang Ming shook his head. If Zhao Tianba were just a regular martial master, Long Ao would surely win. But since he’s a Cross Training Martial Master, the outcome was unpredictable even for him.

"Wow, this really has become a high-stakes gamble."

Lin Canghai wiped his sweat and became tense.

"Long Ao, do you want to go first or should I?"

Zhao Tianba looked down at Long Ao pridefully, "Regardless of who goes first, you will inevitably lose."

"If that’s the case, you go first."

Long Ao smiled calmly and politely looked at Zhao Tianba.