Ancient Godly Emperor

Lau Yu observed in secret and found that there were many who supported the fourth consecutive win, while there were a lot fewer who supported the thirteenth. After all, the performance of the fourth has made many people confident in the fourth consecutive win.    

    

Very quickly, a servant walked past everyone to collect the spirit stones they had bet.    

    

Lau Yu thought for a while and finally bet 10,000 spirit stones on number 13's victory.    

    

Therefore, he tried to persuade Lau Yu, "Brother, I advise you not to bet on # 13 or # 4. # 4 won so many matches and won them every time. This time, he will win for sure."    

    

Lau Yu smiled and said, "It's alright, I don't have a high opinion of winning or losing. I just think that number thirteen is more pleasing to the eye, that's why I chose him."    

    

Seeing this, the middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "You rich people are like this, you like to waste spirit stones."    

    

"Uncle, isn't it the same for you? Since you aren't rich, you shouldn't gamble. Otherwise, you'll only go bankrupt." Lau Yu said to the middle-aged man. Although his words were unpleasant to hear, it was the truth.    

    

The middle-aged man was suddenly at a loss for words. His family background could be considered rich, but it was precisely because he was infatuated with this that he had been wanting to win all day.    

    

In the end, it was obvious that he lost. He became a pauper, and even his wife couldn't bear it and ran away.    

    

However, he still enjoyed gambling. As soon as he had the money, he would come here.    

    

Seeing that the middle-aged man did not say anything, Lau Yu did not say anything, and looked towards the Dueling Ring.    

    

Behind the two Martial Lord s, there was a row of weapons, swords, spears, and even some special type weapons.    

    

One of them chose a saber, the other a sword. Both sides faced each other in the arena.    

    

"Quick, kill him! Kill him!" In the viewing gallery, shouts swept through the entire Dueling Ring.    

    

The two Martial Lord s, on the other hand, turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to his words. They had already seen this kind of scene many times before and had long gotten used to it.    

    

Number Four was the first to make his move. The long blade in his hand was dyed red with blood as he swung it.    

    

Number Thirteen did not back down either. Almost at the same time, he swung his sword at Number Four.    

    

When the sword qi and the blade light clashed, it let out a loud clanging sound, and then, the sword qi and the blade light almost simultaneously dissipated.    

    

The opponents of both sides that were selected by the Dueling Ring were generally all carefully selected, their strengths not too far apart, and this also made it difficult for the Martial Cultivator in the spectator seats to determine who would win and who would lose.    

    

The two sides fought with great difficulty. Their skills and timing were at their peak, and their use of strength was also very strong.    

    

With regards to power control, because Lau Yu's soul was already stronger than Martial Cultivator of the same cultivation level and had devoured a portion of the remnant souls of Martial Sovereign Rankers, he was confident that he would be stronger than his opponent.    

    

However, in terms of skill and timing, Lau Yu admitted that he could not compare to them.    

    

The tempering of life and death, in this situation where you are either dead or I am alive, is the best way to stimulate one's potential.    

    

Lau Yu observed the fight and felt that they had gained a lot. It was a pity that most of the people watching from the viewing gallery were concerned with winning or losing, and towards Martial Lord's strength, he did not care about it at all.    

    

Unfortunately, what they did not know was that if these two Martial Lord were like them, they would probably be killed in a few moves.    

    

After fighting for half an hour, suddenly, a change occurred in the Dueling Ring. Number 4 seemed to have erupted completely, his strength increasing by quite a bit as he completely suppressed Number 13.    

    

Number Thirteen seemed to only have the power to block, and didn't even have the strength to fight back. The long sword in his hand was barely able to block Number Four's attack.    

    

However, Lau Yu always had a feeling that Number Thirteen didn't use his full strength. He was waiting for an opportunity and then unleash his full power to deal a fatal blow to Number Four.    

    

Unfortunately, both of them had masks on their faces, so Lau Yu couldn't see their expressions. He could only wait for the final outcome.    

    

Look, what did I say? You won't believe me when I told you to buy number four, right? It's a pity that I lost ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. It's a pity that I only have one thousand high-grade spirit stones.    

    

Seeing that number four was about to win, the middle-aged man beside Lau Yu couldn't help but feel pleased with himself and felt regretful towards Lau Yu once again.    

    

"Don't talk too early, and don't talk too hard." Lau Yu said with a smile. Lau Yu had been observing him and he was sure that number thirteen didn't use his full strength. He was waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.    

    

The middle-aged man did not understand and asked, "What do you mean?"    

    

Right after his words fell, the situation within his Dueling Ring abruptly changed. Although Number Four had won many matches, because of these repeated victories, he had repeatedly warned himself not to be careless.    

    

However, seeing that he could kill his opponent and kill Number Thirteen with this cut, he couldn't hide the joy in his heart and let his guard down a little bit.    

    

No.13 saw this opportunity and shouted in his heart, "This is the moment!"    

    

Abruptly, Number Thirteen's speed suddenly increased, and his strength also increased a lot. His powerful sword pierced towards Number Four's throat at an unbelievable speed.    

    

"What!"    

    

"What!"    

    

Number four of the Dueling Ring and the Martial Cultivator in the spectator seats couldn't help but cry out in surprise.    

    

A sword to seal the throat!    

    

No one had expected that the final outcome would be like this. Number Four stood straight with disbelief written all over his face, unable to believe that he would die here.    

    

"How is this possible!?" How could Number Four lose? This Number Thirteen is too despicable! " The middle-aged man beside Lau Yu roared.    

    

Lau Yu smiled lightly and said, "It seems that my luck is better than yours. I remember the odds are 5: 1. Making 50,000 spirit stones in one go is really good."    

    

"What bad luck!" The middle-aged man, who was only at the third stage of Martial King, silently cursed under his breath, but did not dare to find trouble with Lau Yu. He quickly left the Dueling Ring, because he no longer had any spirit stones to bet on.    

    

It was not just the middle-aged man who left, but hundreds of Martial Cultivator s chose to leave as well. Most of them thought that this would be a battle without suspense, as they had bet all their resources on number 4 to win.    

    

Number Thirteen was taken down. In order to make his appearance more realistic, he let Number Four relax his vigilance. It could be said that he had put in a lot of effort.    

    

Everyone, the third round of the Battle is about to begin, the Martial King Battle that everyone has been waiting for is about to start. The middle-aged man in charge said as he looked down.    

    

Lau Yu's pupils couldn't help but constrict when he looked down.    

    

Two masked figures were pulled out, shackled, and placed into the Dueling Ring.    

    

Lau Yu could immediately recognize that the Martial Cultivator on the left, who was at the sixth stage of Martial King, was Wu Feng.