Chapter 208: Chapter 151: Little White Horse in a Tug-of-War! Two Beautiful Women Duel!_4
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“All in, all in!”
“Ah…” The weak yer took out another card and put it on the table: “What about Brother Cheng, how much did he bet?”
“Two hundred thousand, and over a hundred thousand gold coins.”
“Hiss…” The weak yer’s eyes widened: “Where did he get all that money?”
Chen Xiao shrugged: “It’s from the Night Watchman’s rewards, and from selling a batch of gear from low-level professionists.”
“Damn, Brother Cheng is also a tycoon…”
The two were discussing in low tones when the lottery station staff asked gleefully: “Are you two students ready?”
“Ready, all in on Zheng Cheng for first ce!”
“Please wait a moment…”
The staff started operating on theputer after taking several credit cards.
Chen Xiao and the weak yer turned towards the stage: “Brother Cheng, our lifelong savings are on the line. You have to win!”
The host reappeared, his voice once again resonating throughout the square thanks to the amplifiers and sound system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the thrilling challenge match has finallye to an end.”
“We congratte Jiang Muyun, who sessfully secured seventh ce in the seventh ring!”
“Next is the more intense and exciting ranking match!”
“ording to the rules, the lower-ranked professionists can challenge the higher-ranked ones, who cannot refuse!”
“There will be a ten-minute interval between each match!”
“The first match will see Yang Haoran, the tenth-ranking contestant, make his rank choice!”
As the host called out, the figure on the big screen immediately appeared on the tenth ring.
Yang Haoran!
ording to the rules, he could challenge any of the top nine professions.
If he seeds, he will attain their ranking.
If he gives up the challenge, he will remain in tenth ce!
“Come on, challenge!”
“Yang Haoran, go! Challenge Zheng Cheng in first ce! I put two thousand on you!”
“Stop dawdling, hurry up…”
“Yang Haoran is a divine archer, his attack range is more than twice that of a mage! He just needs to stay outside Zheng Cheng’s spellcasting range, and he will surely win using kite tactics!”
“That’s what I thought too…”
In the midst of the crowd’smentary, the host again asked: “Yang Haoran, who would you like to challenge?”
“Or… do you want to forfeit this challenge opportunity?”
Yang Haoran took a deep breath, his eyes calm, “I… forfeit the challenge!”
He knew very well that he was no match for any of the top nine in his current state.
Although the divine archer ss has a long attack range, it has very weak damage.
Melee professions only need to rush up with shields, or mage professions can approach with magic shields within spell attack range, and he could lose.
Especially Zheng Cheng, he had personally seen his power in the battle against Blood Guanyin on Radiation Ind.
Have him challenge? What a joke.
Unless he can reach Level LV50 and learn skills like Chain Arrow Rain and Nine Stars in a Row.
“Wow…”
His words caused a burst of intense discussion among the crowd.
“Damn! He just gave up!”
“Coward, he made it but didn’t challenge anyone!”
“Damn it! There goes my two thousand!”
“Coward, coward…”
Listening to the crowd’sments, Yang Haoran’s face remained unchanged as he returned to his ce.
The host’s voice was a bit awkward, he quickly dered: “Since Yang Haoran, our tenth-ranking contestant, has forfeited his challenge, he will remain in tenth ce!”
“Next up is Jiang Muyun, who is currently in ninth ce.”
The camera focused on the dutifully standing figure of Jiang Muyun in white.
She still looked as obedient and delicate as a doll.
Jiang Muyun sweetly said before the host could even speak: “I forfeit the challenge.”
“Wow…”
The discussion grew louder.
“Jiang Muyun also forfeited the challenge? What’s going on?”
“She could clearly go further…”
“What the hell…”
The host sighed and looked helplessly at the person in the back making faces at him. He continued with difficulty: “Seeing as Jiang Muyun also forfeited her challenge, next up is Hao Zhao, currently in eighth ce.”
The camera once again switched. Hao Zhao appeared.
A strange smile crossed his chubby face. Before anyone could react, he quickly said, “I give up!”
“What? Hao Zhao also gave up?”
“What are they ying at?”
“Hao Zhao is a Monarch Necromancer, right? He’s somewhat stronger than Wang Hao, but not by much… ”
“The third one gave up…”
“What the hell is going on? Three people in a row forfeiting challenges, I haven’t heard of this in years…”
“How bizarre, this year is really bizarre…”
The crowd’s discussion was almost like an overturning roof in the square.
The host, helpless, could only go on: “Hao Zhao, who is in eighth ce, gives up his challenge. Next up is Song Chaoyu, who is in seventh ce…”
The camera zoomed in on Song Chaoyu, standing gracefully on the open ground.
In her deep purple dress, she seemed even more enchanting.
The host anxiously asked: “Song Chaoyu, you wouldn’t want to forfeit as well, would you?”
“Heeheehee, how could that be?”
Song Chaoyuughed gently: “Why would I give up such a good opportunity?”
“I want to challenge the second ce… Yao Zhixue!!!”
“Wow…”