Chapter 2452: A Roast Duck

Ye Bufan swayed, retreating seven or eight steps, then shouted, "A roast duck! Beat him up!"

"A roast duck?"

Cao Baichuan was instantly stunned. What did that mean? How could a roast duck hit someone?

Before he could react, a small, jade-like fist appeared before him.

The punch was incredibly fast, too late to dodge, but he wasn't overly panicked. He was a Void Tempering Late Stage cultivator, and blocking this punch with his True Qi should be no problem.

However, what happened next shocked him. His proud protective True Qi was like paper in front of that fist, offering not even the slightest resistance.

Then, a crack echoed from his face; his nasal bone was shattered by the punch, and nosebleed splattered.

"Ah!"

Cao Baichuan was utterly bewildered. What was this? How could her cultivation be so powerful?

But he had no time to think now. Xiaoqing knocked him to the ground with one punch, then straddled him and unleashed a flurry of blows.

Currently, two things tempted her: game consoles and delicious food. What the little girl loved most was roast duck.

Just thinking about the crispy skin and tender meat of Beijing roast duck made her mouth water.

But beneath her, Cao Baichuan was in an utterly miserable state.

Although Xiaoqing didn't deliver a killing blow at Ye Bufan's instruction, each punch caused him immense pain, as if his internal organs were being scrambled, and blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded. No one expected the little loli who had been sitting by the side to be so fierce.

Within a few short minutes, Cao Baichuan, who had just been so arrogant and spirited, was utterly beaten into a pig's head, his chest soaked with the blood he had vomited.

Seeing that he was left with only half a life, Xiaoqing reluctantly stopped punching and looked back at Ye Bufan: "Is that enough? Is it worth a roast duck? If not, I'll hit him a bit more!"

Only then did Cao Baichuan understand what "a roast duck" meant. He, a dignified Void Tempering Late Stage powerhouse, was beaten so miserably by someone for a duck.

Thinking of this, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Ye Bufan waved his hand: "That's enough, let him scram!"

"Scram!"

Xiaoqing kicked, and Cao Baichuan immediately flew dozens of meters like a broken sack, falling to the ground with a thump and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood again.

At this moment, he regretted it so much. Before coming, his physical condition was very good, and although his cultivation was a bit lacking, he still had the strength to fight.

But now, instead of improving his cultivation, he was beaten and injured, left with only half a life. What was there to fight for now?

But facing the fierce Xiaoqing, he didn't dare to even let out a fart; otherwise, that little girl might really beat him to death.

He crawled up from the ground and limped away from here.

Ye Bufan practiced medicine here yesterday to earn money; today, it was to cause some trouble for Tiansheng State.

Now that the matter was settled, he didn't linger here. He put away his sign and headed towards the Holy Dragon Gambling House with Xiaoqing.

"Oh, Young Master, you've arrived."

The Shopkeeper didn't know about the enmity between Ye Bufan and Prince Shenwu Baili Xingkong, thinking he was just an ordinary customer. Upon seeing him, he immediately greeted him warmly.

Ye Bufan took out the contract signed yesterday: "Cash this out for me!"

"No problem, please follow me!"

The Shopkeeper led Ye Bufan to the counter. After checking the accounts, he said, "Young Master, you bet one million High-Grade Spirit Stones yesterday. According to the odds of 1:50, our gambling house should pay you fifty million High-Grade Spirit Stones."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but secretly click his tongue. These were 1:50 odds; in the blink of an eye, he had earned fifty times his initial bet.

Then the Shopkeeper prepared to have the Shopkeeper inside the counter cash out the Spirit Stones, but Ye Bufan waved his hand.

"Not so fast. Let me see today's odds!"

"Alright!"

The Shopkeeper happily agreed and immediately took out another yellow paper, which listed the odds for tomorrow's matches.

Ye Bufan didn't look at anything else; he directly found his match against Nangong Du. The odds for his victory were 1:20.

Compared to yesterday, it had decreased a lot, but it was still enough for him. If he bet these fifty million High-Grade Spirit Stones, it might be one billion tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he pointed: "I'll bet on this match, bet on Ye Bufan to win!"

"Young Master, are you sure? The risk is very high. Let me tell you, Young Master Nangong is a Void Tempering Peak powerhouse. He is sure to win this match…"

The Shopkeeper chattered on, but Ye Bufan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Less nonsense. I told you to bet, so just bet. Bet everything!"

"Ev… everything?"

The Shopkeeper was still startled. That was fifty million High-Grade Spirit Stones; such a large bet was rare in the entire casino.

Ye Bufan nodded: "Bet it all. Do as I say!"

"Please wait!"

Since the customer wanted to bet, the Shopkeeper said no more and quickly processed the contract.

Ye Bufan put away the contract and then returned to the inn with Xiaoqing.

The next day, the Genius Demon Battle continued, and Ye Bufan and his group once again arrived at the Royal Training Field.

Now, fewer and fewer Disciples remained in the competition, but more and more people came to watch. The entire training field was bustling.

The drawing of lots had been completed yesterday, and everything proceeded in an orderly manner today. Now, with twenty-five remaining participants, one person had a bye, and they were divided into twelve groups.

The first round was divided into ten groups, with twenty participants. Leng Qingqiu, Wangchen, Feng Wuhen, and other Core Disciples were all there, but Ye Bufan was not among them.

On the viewing platform, Baili Xingkong wore a cold sneer. All of this was the result of his arrangements.

He put the attention-grabbing participants in the first group. When the second round came and no one was paying attention, everyone's focus would be on Ye Bufan.

He wanted everyone to witness with their own eyes how miserably he would lose, how he would die at Nangong Du's hands!

Ye Bufan, however, didn't care about any of this. It was the same whether he competed early or late; it wouldn't affect the outcome anyway.

After the arenas were assigned, the participants of each group quickly ascended the stages.

On Leng Qingqiu's side, dressed in white with a long sword on her back, she was like a Fairy from heaven, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her.

Her opponent in this match was Cao Baichuan from Tianwu State, whose cultivation had reached Void Tempering Late Stage.

She originally thought this was the strongest opponent she had encountered since the start of the competition, but she didn't expect the other party to limp onto the stage, his entire face swollen like a pig's head, occasionally coughing up a trace of blood.

Not only her, but everyone present was startled.

Everyone had witnessed Cao Baichuan's match yesterday; the strength gap between the two sides was extremely disparate, and he easily secured victory without any injuries. How did he end up like this today?

"I concede!"

As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, he immediately raised his hand to concede.

Facing the extremely powerful Han Jian Xian Zi, and now left with only half a life, what was there to fight for?

Fighting would only lead to being abused, so he very decisively chose to concede on the spot.

Amidst the exclamations of the entire audience, the match ended so quickly. No one understood what had happened.

Leng Qingqiu was also bewildered, but for her, the process didn't matter at all. After the referee announced the result, she turned and descended from the arena.