Chapter 1038: Chapter 1038

"Forget it, things have come to this, we can only watch the duel between Group Leader Tang and Wan Yong, let’s eat too."

Long Ao shook his head vigorously, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

"Hey, your mission for today is done, and you don’t need to expend any more energy, so give me all the food."

Tang Ming reached out and knocked Long Ao’s chopsticks away, then moved all the food in front of himself.

"Can you eat that much?"

Long Ao rolled his eyes at Tang Ming, speechless.

"He’s a glutton, he can eat all of our food by himself," Wu Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at Tang Ming and said with a smile.

"Anyway, we have nothing to do next, so let him eat the food."

"I don’t have an appetite, just let him eat it."

Lin Canghai groaned weakly and took the initiative to help Tang Ming organize the food.

"That’s more like it."

Tang Ming grinned, but there was an eerie glimmer in his eyes. His opponent had actually poisoned him, which was helping him increase his cultivation!

While the contestants were eating, the audience also dispersed for a meal break. The one-hour wait was too boring, and since it was mealtime, it was a good opportunity to rest.

In the Ming Group’s private room, except for Wan Changfa, who was smiling while eating, Fu Tianbao and the others were all dejected, completely without appetite.

"Brother Wan, the next match is the direct confrontation between Tang Xin and your nephew Wan Yong. In such a one-on-one duel, there’s no possibility of a tie. How confident is your nephew Wan Yong in winning?"

Zhao Jincheng couldn’t help but ask Wan Changfa.

"When the two of them confront each other, the odds of winning or losing are fifty-fifty." Wan Changfa wiped his mouth, squinting at Fu Tianyou:

"However, with Director Fu helping behind the scenes, I think we can determine the winner this round."

Everyone simultaneously looked at Fu Tianyou.

"Cough, cough, I had something added to Tang Xin’s food. When he starts to cultivate in the match, the competition will be over."

Fu Tianyou smirked coldly. As things had developed to this point, he temporarily stopped thinking about how to kill Tang Ming and needed to ensure that the Ming Group’s faction could win the martial arts tournament.

"You poisoned him?" Zhao Jincheng’s expression changed slightly, and he reminded worriedly:

"Poisoning is easy to leave evidence. If it’s discovered that he was poisoned, the tournament might not continue, and this year’s resource allocation could fall to the Dark Group."

"That’s right, the Meng Family has always been neutral, but if a poisoning event occurs in the tournament, the Meng Family would definitely support the Dark Group."

Qian Weiguo also looked worried.

"Don’t worry, everyone."

Wan Changfa smiled indifferently, playfully asking, "Have you ever heard of Ten Fragrant Soft Bone Powder?"

"This is a secret medicine used by the Medicine Sect to deal with high-level martial masters. It’s said that once someone poisoned with it cultivates, the poison will activate immediately, making it impossible to gather True Qi and turning them into an ordinary person temporarily."

Zhao Jincheng introduced it with suspicion.

"The strangest part of this poison is that it leaves no traces afterward. Once the effect wears off, it disappears without a trace."

Qian Weiguo quickly added.

"Hehe, I gave Director Fu the Ten Fragrant Soft Bone Powder."

Wan Changfa chuckled, playfully saying, "The report from below said Tang Xin has already eaten it, so when he faces my son, he will surely lose."

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Zhao Jincheng immediately gave a thumbs-up, "Brother Wan, you managed to get your hands on the Medicine Sect’s secret medicine; it’s hard for your nephew Wan Yong not to win."

"So it seems, we are bound to win the martial arts tournament this year."

Qian Weiguo laughed excitedly.

"Winning the martial arts tournament is expected. What I’m more concerned about now is how to gain more benefits from the hands of the Dark Group faction."

Wan Changfa put down his chopsticks, looking at the others: "This afternoon’s tournament is crucial. Both sides are very concerned. The guys from the Dark Group faction are more nervous than we are, so why don’t we make a big bet with them?"

"Good idea, just in time to win back what I lost before."

Fu Tianbao nodded repeatedly, "Let’s plan well on how to make those guys suffer greatly."

Since the break was only an hour, the audience soon returned to the viewing hall, prepared to continue watching the match.

"Gentlemen, this last match is the ultimate showdown between Wan Yong and Tang Xin. Their performance will more or less determine the outcome of this martial arts tournament. Why don’t we make a bet?"

As soon as the heads of the nine families sat down, Wan Changfa immediately looked toward Su Tianyu and the others, playfully saying.

"Brother Wan, what do you want to bet?"

Su Tianyu and the others were momentarily confused, asking curiously.

"Of course, we’re betting on win or lose. We’re all betting on Wan Yong to win; do you dare to bet?"

Qian Weiguo shouted coldly.

"Hehe, you have a lot of confidence in Wan Yong. Have you forgotten that he and Tang Xin have always been neck and neck?"

Long Aiyu sneered and asked in return.

"Precisely because they’ve been neck and neck before, and this match is a must-win single duel, we should bet once more, for the last time!"

Wan Changfa raised his tea cup with a smile, "Of course, if you don’t dare to bet, then forget it."

"What a joke, just tell us what to bet on?"

Su Tianyu scoffed dismissively.

"Although money doesn’t mean much to families like ours, at times money is the most practical. Each family puts up one billion, and let the head of the Meng Family be the witness, how about it?"

Wan Changfa spoke leisurely, asking confidently.

"One billion per family?"

Su Tianyu’s expression changed slightly, unnoticed as he glanced at Long Aiyu and the others.

Long Aiyu and the other three’s expressions all turned serious!

Wan Changfa’s bet was so large, indicating his confidence in Wan Yong!

But based on previous performances, Wan Yong didn’t have guaranteed confidence of winning. Where did his confidence come from?

"Forget it, it seems Brother Su and others don’t dare to bet, let’s just watch the match quietly."

Fu Tianbao laughed in a strange voice: "After all, we’re going to win this martial arts tournament again, can’t let them lose the tournament and a lot of money, can we?"

"Hmph, you’re happy too early."

Su Tianyu snorted coldly, turned to Long Aiyu and the others and asked, "My Su Family is willing to put up one billion to play with them. How about you, my old brothers?"

"Our four families are closely linked. Since they are so interested, we naturally want to play along."

Long Aiyu smiled, looking up at Wan Changfa: "Money is not an issue, but since Wan Yong and Tang Xin’s scores have always been tied for first, if they end up in a tie this time too, how will this bet be settled?"