I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 33: Chapter 29: The Young Gambling God (VI)

Translator: 549690339

“Qu Lexian, he’s very innocent.” Xiao Zheng looked at the angry crowd before him and sighed.

“Anger always needs a scapegoat.” Tang Luo’s expression was quite indifferent; he had anticipated the current situation.

The strong vent their anger by attacking the stronger; the weak vent their anger by attacking the weaker.

Even if Qu Lexian really did throw the match, it must have been under the instruction of the house. Could a mere Mortal Realm warrior resist? But looking at the frenzied crowd, they seemed to be unable to see the true sinners, the house, and vented their anger onto the boxer who had struggled till he passed out.

Under the protection of several Transcendental Realm guards, Qu Lexian was lifted off the arena for recovery. But hearing the noise around him, louder than during the match, Tang Luo knew that what he would face when he woke up would be more terrifying than losing the match.

“Let’s go.” Xiao Zheng’s voice was bleak.

Who is the most prestigious person after a martial arts match?

The ones who placed heavy bets on the champion and won, especially when out of the full auditorium of three thousand people, only two could go to the betting desk to collect their winnings. The admiring gaze of the crowd was a feeling akin to being celebrated on a podium.

Xiao Zheng and Tang Luo, one after the other, under the gaze of thousands of people, walked to the betting desk.

Zhang Huai, the house official on the main stage, greeted Xiao Zheng with a smile, “Congratulations for hitting the jackpot- please present your ticket.” Xiao Zheng, already accustomed to this, handed over his betting ticket.

Zhang Huai received the ticket and glanced at it, took out three hundred gold coins from the betting desk, and asked respectfully, “What is your full name, sir?”

Asking for the name is meant for ticket declaration. Some gamblers like to show off this way, so the house always obliges.

Ticket declaration is akin to the climax after the gambling match. When you hand your winning ticket to the house, they call out your name and earnings aloud. If the amount is large, it will be repeated multiple times, like Xiao Zheng’s three hundred gold, due to its large amount, will be declared multiple times.

“Xiao Zheng.”

“So it’s the renowned Gambling Saint in person, pardon my ignorance.” Upon hearing the name Xiao Zheng, Zhang Huai immediately bowed deeply, his demeanor very modest.

But Xiao Zheng didn’t buy into it. He didn’t believe that the house official didn’t know about the set-up of wiping out all the gamblers at the martial arts match, so he responded with extreme indifference, “Begin the declaration.” Zhang Huai gave a light laugh, not minding, and shouted out, “The Gambling Saint, Xiao Zheng, big fortune, extraordinary vision, winnings of three hundred gold!”

Could it be the Gambling Saint Xiao Zheng!?

The declarative shout echoed through the entire arena, immediately stirring a wave of whispers among the three thousand spectators.

Everyone started chattering, surprised that the long-missing Gambling Saint should show up at this little fight.

For a moment, he was the center of attention.

The first round of declaration ended, and the second began.

“The Gambling Saint, Xiao Zheng, big fortune, extraordinary vision, winnings of three hundred gold.”

Xiao Zheng expressionless, didn’t even wait for the third declaration, waved the bag of gold, turned, and left. His flowing black hair gave him a rather dashing look.

But all eyes in the arena were still fixed on him.

After the third declaration, Zhang Huai turned to the next winner.

Tang Luo’s smiling face caught his eye, and Zhang Huai, who was just now declaring tickets with a smile plastered on his face, suddenly looked as if the wind had been knocked out of his sails.

“Ah, why did you stop smiling when you saw me?” Tang Luo teased him.

How can I freaking smile now, Zhang Huai bowed his head to look at the ticket in front of him: Shentu Le’an—500 gold.

With a poker face, he sharply asked, “Congratulations to the young master for winning the jackpot, may I ask your full name?”

Feeling playful, Tang Luo replied, “Gao Jin.”

“Gao Jin, is it? I’ll remember that,” Zhang Huai replied sarcastically, bending down to get the money from the betting table.

After a short while, when Zhang Huai stood up again, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Three thousand gold coins filled the white bag to the brim. Just by looking at Zhang Huai’s exaggerated pose of lifting it, you could tell that this young man was the biggest winner of this match.

“How much freaking money is that! He won more than the Gambling Saint?” A gambler, who had lost everything, looked at the full bag of gold coins, voicing his anger.

And the exuberant announcing voice answered his question.

“Young Master Gao Jin, big fortune, won the jackpot, winnings,” Zhang Huai paused and shouted louder, “Three thousand gold coins!”

“Whoa!” The entire arena was abuzz, immediately followed by sky-scraping doubts.

“This guy must have conspired with Qu Lexian!”

“I can’t believe that a young man would be that accurate. He bet all 500 gold on Shentu Le’an? You must be joking!”

“He must be an accomplice of Qu Lexian’s, we can’t let him leave.”

“Capture him! Grab him now!”

In an instant, the anger and abusive yells drowned out Zhang Huai’s voice, and all three thousand murderous gazes focused on Tang Luo.

The Gao family? Never heard of them, screw them!

The gamblers had already lost their minds to defeat, their eyes full of greed and brutality when they looked at Tang Luo.

The moment Tang Luo steps out of the martial arts hall, those three thousand gold coins will change hands.

I knew this would happen.

Zhang Huai, brimming with satisfaction, whispered so only the two of them could hear, “Kid, I’ll give you the money, no less than what it should be. But whether you can keep it safe after leaving the Baiyan Martial Arts Hall, that’s none of our concern.”

You’re so sure I don’t have a way out? Tang Luo couldn’t help but laugh.

So you see, both jealousy and stupidity must be cured.

Tang Luo, hearing the triumphant tones of Zhang Huai and the surrounding angry curses, disdainfully shook his head.

Xiao Zheng also won money, why are the gamblers not making a noise about it?

Because he won less?

Bullshit, it’s simply because Xiao Zheng is from the Xiao family.

But in Xiling, there isn’t a strong family with the surname Gao, so they see themselves as sitting ducks.

With disdain filling his heart, Tang Luo began to unbuckle his belt.

The delight and mockery in Zhang Huai’s eyes increase. Removing clothes? As if that would help. This kid is certain to die.

Tang Luo threw his belt on the gambling table, then began to undo his white robe.

As Zhang Huai’s sneer intensified, just as he was about to scoff, he saw that under Tang Luo’s robe was a set of black clothes, with a large character on the chest stitched with golden thread.

His sneer instantly turned into alarm, with only one thought left in Zhang Huai’s mind: I’m going to die, I’m going to die.

Tang Luo pulled off his white robe revealing a black finely lined suit underneath, with a large golden character “Tang” on the back!

The man sitting directly east of the gambling table, who had been verbally abusing Tang Luo, felt as though his throat had been grabbed by an invisible hand when he saw the inner shirt. He was instantly silenced.

After a chilling gasp, the entire East side fell eerily silent.

Tang Luo placed his white robe onto the gambling table, and slowly turned around. His disdainful gaze swept over the three thousand seats in the hall as though he were a proud king.

All the gamblers who met his gaze had their greed and brutality replaced instantly with fear.

The East, the South, the West, the North, one area after another, quieted under Tang Luo’s gaze, like they were under a silence spell. Not even daring to breathe.

The few gamblers who had been shouting the loudest now hid under their seats, not daring to lift their heads.

Having completed his round, Tang Luo glanced again at the eastern spectators, pride gleaming in his cold eyes.

“Let! Me! Hear! Your! Voices! Again!”

The deep voice, filled with anger, boomed across the arena. A whisper of spiritual power gave Tang Luo’s voice an ethereal quality, as if it were a divine decree.

The greedy and ignorant gamblers, under Tang Luo’s gaze, bowed their heads one by one. The once ferocious faces became more docile than sheep’s.

“Does anyone else wish to stop me?” Tang Luo’s icy gaze swept over the audience in the stands, no one daring to meet his eyes. This young man was like a prehistoric beast standing in the middle of the arena.

Not a single person dared to speak. It seemed as though Tang Luo was the only living being in the arena of three thousand people.

How pathetic, both foolish and timid.

Tang Luo lamented in his heart, finding it ridiculous that he, himself, was challenging these people, it’s pointless!

He planned to take the prize money and leave. Turning around, he saw the trembling figure behind the gaming table.

Zhang Huai was bowing, as submissive as possible. His face twitched uncontrollably, trying to force a smile, but instead turned into a frightening mix of crying, laughing and pleading.

As I said, don’t threaten me rashly if you know nothing. You know that villains die due to excessive talking, don’t you?

Tang Luo shook his head, not wanting to argue with an ant. He draped the robe and belt on his arm, and picked up a bag full of gold coins, slinging it over his shoulder, then calmly walked towards the exit.

The BaiYan Martial Arts Arena was as silent as a dead sea, with three thousand heads bowed, none even daring to follow Tang Luo’s figure with their gaze.

Directly reaching the entrance, he saw a middle-aged man standing still.

“You haven’t left yet?”

Xiao Zheng’s eyes were unfocused, only returning to normal when he heard Tang Luo’s voice.

“You! You… What’s your name?”

Earlier, as he was leaving, he heard the call for three thousand gold coins. The great shock caused him to run back, and then he saw Tang Luo disrobing and overpowering the entire crowd.

“Gambling God, Gao Jin.” Tang Luo said with a smile, and walked away. The bag of gold on his back jingled with every step..