Chapter 39 Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun Make a Fortune Thanks to Chen Feng! Qian Renxue Hears of Chen Feng's Name and Is Curious
In the Spirit - fighting arena, the crowd was wailing.
Amidst this lamentation, Ma Hongjun's cheer was like a unique melody, so abrupt yet so excited.
His chubby figure weaved through the crowd, like a proud little bear, patting his chest from time to time.
His face, red with excitement, was filled with smiles, and his wide mouth seemed to stretch almost to his ears.
Ma Hongjun's voice trembled with excitement:
"Brother Chen Feng is really amazing.
"I only bet ten gold soul coins, and I got back two hundred.
"That's a twenty - fold profit!"
He danced around, waving the gold soul coins in his hands, wanting everyone to witness his good luck.
[Ding, it is detected that Ma Hongjun has emotions of excitement + happiness, and the emotion value + 100]
The face of Cuicui appeared in Ma Hongjun's mind. The little girl who used to be hungry in the village would be so happy if she could see these two hundred gold soul coins.
He imagined Cuicui's cheerful smile, imagining her jumping with joy when she learned about this, and this made his mood as sweet as honey.
Just as Ma Hongjun's thoughts were still excited about the beautiful future, a trace of regret quietly crept in.
He thumped his head and sighed:
"Ah, really. If I had been more generous and bet a hundred gold soul coins at that time, wouldn't I be waking up laughing in my dreams now?"
[Ding, it is detected that Ma Hongjun has a slightly regretful emotion, and the emotion value + 100]
"Little fatty, don't get too complacent."
Zhu Zhuqing's brows furrowed slightly, as if she was a bit disdainful of Ma Hongjun's complacency.
But Ma Hongjun seemed not to care at all. His chubby face was full of smiles:
"Sister - in - law, you're right, but aren't you even luckier?
"A hundred gold soul coins turned into two thousand. That's quite something. Only our sister - in - law could do this."
A faint blush spread across Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks. Obviously, she was delighted by the address "sister - in - law", even though she denied it verbally:
"You little fatty, what nonsense are you talking about?"
But the blush on her face spoke a thousand words. Her mood was clearly lifted by Ma Hongjun's teasing.
[Ding, it is detected that Zhu Zhuqing has emotions of joy + shyness, and the emotion value + 150]
Compared with these two, Dai Mubai wasn't that lucky.
His brows were tightly knitted, and his face was gloomy.
The address "sister - in - law" sounded like an invisible needle in his ear, reminding him that in the previous match, he had lost not only hundreds of gold soul coins but also his pride.
He might be able to endure losing money, but losing his self - esteem made him feel rather embarrassed.
[Ding, it is detected that Dai Mubai has emotions of regret + jealousy + embarrassment, and the emotion value + 150]
Ning Rongrong stood there quietly, her eyes fixed on Ma Hongjun's face beaming with complacency, observing his rather exaggerated expression of pride. The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
At this exciting moment, her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Memories unfurled slowly in her mind like a rewound scroll:
At that time, she had stood in front of the betting counter, tightly clutching fifty shiny gold soul coins in her hand, almost ready to bet on Chen Feng.
So close, just a little bit.
However, in the end, she hesitated.
At that decisive moment, her hand trembled slightly, and she resolutely withdrew the gold soul coins that were about to become Chen Feng's support.
If she hadn't taken back those fifty gold soul coins, now, she, Ning Rongrong, might be able to count the heavy one - thousand gold soul coins with a smile, just like Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing had foresight, she believed in Chen Feng, she placed a bet, while Ning Rongrong had backed down.
This difference was not just about the amount of gold soul coins but also a reflection of their confidence in Chen Feng.
A voice kept echoing in her heart: If Chen Feng knew about this, what would he think?
Would he think that Ning Rongrong looked down on him?
Thinking of this, she felt regretful.
Very regretful.
[Ding, it is detected that Ning Rongrong has a very regretful emotion, and the emotion value + 200]
In the Tiandou Imperial Palace, that resplendent edifice embodying the glory and dignity of the Tiandou Empire, the air seemed to grow heavy under an invisible pressure.
Within this magnificent hall, the exquisitely carved pillars seemed to be quietly witnessing the quiet onset of a sudden upheaval.
Pigeon - borne messages were one of the swiftest means of transmitting news on the Tiandou Continent.
When a letter, caked with the dust of its journey, was hurriedly delivered into the hands of the handsome young man, the densely - written characters seemed like rapid heartbeats, each one quivering.
"What? The Baoqing you sent actually lost! What on earth have you been up to?"
The voice of the handsome young man reverberated within this magnificent hall, like the wintry wind, piercingly sharp and directly stabbing at the bishop's heart.
[Ding, it is detected that Qian Renxue has an angry emotion, and the emotion value + 150]
"Your Highness, please quell your anger. In fact, Baoqing ought not to have lost. The previous twenty - five matches proceeded very smoothly," the bishop said, sweating profusely. He hastily wiped the cold sweat beading on his forehead and replied in a trembling voice.
"Then how did he end up losing?"
The handsome young man's gaze was as sharp as a blade, compelling the bishop to involuntarily stumble backwards.
The bishop took a deep breath, attempting to steady his emotions:
"He encountered a prodigy. The opponent was merely twelve years old yet already at level 33."
Even as he uttered this news from his own lips, he found it scarcely believable.
The handsome young man's brows knitted tightly, and a pensive expression flashed across her face.
Twelve years old and at level 33?
Such talent was extremely rare even in her view. No wonder Baoqing had been defeated.
"Wasn't that Baoqing at level 39? How could he lose to someone at level 33?"
There was an unconcealed curiosity in the voice of the handsome young man's query.
[Ding, it is detected that Qian Renxue has a curious emotion, and the emotion value + 100]
The expression on the bishop's face became even more gloomy:
"Your Highness, that... that prodigy is truly abnormal.
"He defeated Baoqing with just one move... just one move."
There was a hint of horror in his voice, as if just recalling that scene made him shudder.
"One move?"
The voice of the handsome young man was filled with shock.
Although she herself was extremely talented, defeating a level - 39 Soul Lord with one move was something even she could hardly imagine.
[Ding, it is detected that Qian Renxue has a shocked emotion, and the emotion value + 200]
"Yes, Your Highness, it was indeed only one move."
The bishop's voice sounded again, but this time, it seemed to carry a solemnity that had never been there before, as if he was depicting a thrilling picture.
"According to the descriptions of those who saw it with their own eyes, that person just gently waved the long sword in his hand.
"In an instant, the sword light was like a dragon, and the silver radiance split the sky.
"Before everyone could even see clearly, Baoqing had already been sent flying backwards."
The bishop's voice couldn't help but tremble a bit as he recalled that scene.
The handsome young man stood up and slowly paced on the magnificent carpet of the palace, her brows furrowed tightly.
A level - 39 Soul Lord. Even for her, it would take some effort to defeat. Who on earth was this prodigy?
"What's that person's name?"
"Chen Feng." The bishop's voice was particularly clear in this quiet atmosphere, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.
"Interesting. Chen Feng, you've caught my attention."
The handsome young man supported her chin with her hands, lost in thought.
[Ding, it is detected that Qian Renxue has a very curious emotion, and the emotion value + 200]