I Can See Your Combat Power

- 27: The Young Gambling God (IV)

: : The Young Gambling God (IV)

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Tang Luo was about to return to his seat with his ticket when he saw an additional middle-aged man had appeared in his original spot, a wine pot in his hand, which he was pouring directly into his mouth.

“Why is there a drunkard here?” Tang Luo frowned, not wanting to sit beside; stranger reeking of alcohol. He looked around to see if there were any other vacant seats.

To his surprise, the seats on the high platform were almost entirely occupied in such a short span of time.

Tang Luo felt rather helpless – if he continued to waste time here, he might lose his original seat.

Thus, he headed straight back to his previous spot.

His original seat was at the highest point on the east side of the ring. Although it was the farthest from the ring, it had a clear line of sight. Apart from the central huge ring, he could also see the other smaller rings.

Sitting down next to the middle-aged man, Tang Luo, perhaps due to his flirtatious white robe, felt their gaze moving back and forth on his body. What, never seen a handsome young lad before? Tang Luo sat down with an indifferent look on his face.

“Young man,”

“Burp, you’re so young, do you also enjoy watching martial arts matches?” The middle-aged man started a conversation as Tang Luo sat down next to him. Tang Luo turned his head to take a closer look at the drunk middle-aged man. He was dressed in a blue robe, a cloud-patterned sash around his waist embellished with a piece of jade, and his black hair neatly tied behind his head giving an impression of cleanliness and elegance.

Although he was a little older, it wasn’t unreasonable to refer to him as a handsome old man due to his tall and proportionate body and handsome features. Despite his cultivation level being only 999 (1122) points, his demeanor suggested he was no ordinary person. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

None of this mattered to Tang Luo, and he responded nonchalantly, “It’s okay.” Recognizing his lack of interest from his words, the middle-aged man who initially planned to make further conversation merely uttered an “oh” and turned his head away, silently drinking his alcohol.

The competition officially began.

On the four rings, eight contestants began fighting simultaneously. The atmosphere in the martial arts venue exploded, and the audience in front of Tang Luo stood up, cheering loudly for their betted players.

The volume was so loud and the support so strong that the collision of fists and kicks on the stage couldn’t be heard clearly.

Why does this feel like a concert?

Watching the fans in the martial arts arena passionately cheering, Tang Luo felt a sense of dejavu.

Each spectator poured their heart and soul into the game, even going so far as to bet their entire wealth on their favorite boxer.

They put themselves in the competitors’ shoes, but if they knew that the contest relied on neither sweat nor fortune, but merely on pre-arranged rules. Would this fight lead to despair?

Tang Luo transferred his gaze to the sight of the spectators watching the match, their passionate and selfless cheering, wondering if ignorance could truly hold such fervor.

Would allowing their emotions to take over the game, believing in miracles and dreams make them happier?

Tang Luo was startled out of his thoughts by the man sitting next to him.

“Young man, you don’t seem to be here for the match.” The middle-aged man spoke.

“Why do you say that?”

“Your gaze didn’t focus on the ring, but on the spectators.” The middle-aged man continued. He had been observing for some time.

Hmm? Tang Luo tilted his head and asked, “Why are you so interested in me?” The middle-aged man took a swig of his drink, exhaled a sigh, and heavily said, Just bored, wanted to find someone to talk to.”

Tang Luo had had enough – you say I am not here for the match, then pray tell what it means to find people to chat without watching the match. He was somewhat speechless.

Then another bout of silence.

The middle-aged man raised his left hand to drink a mouthful. Perhaps he had drunk too quickly as the spicy liquor stuck in his throat.

The man began to cough violently, spurting saliva all around.

See, I told you not to sit near a drunkard! Who knows what might happen? Thankfully, I have a snotty-nosed brother, Tang Luo swiftly pulled out a fresh handkerchief from his pocket, shaking it open and holding it between them.

Cough cough-cough cough cough- cough cough cough cough-” The increasingly dramatic coughing next door and the faint vibration on the kerchief left Tang Luo speechless.

Even while coughing like this you still don’t put down the wine flask in your left hand? As a slight germophobe, if splashed with saliva on his face, Tang Luo was sure to explode.

“Ahhem, kukukuku.” After a while, the middle-aged man finally caught his breath, curbing his cough.

Finally over. Tang Luo was deeply relieved, but the kerchief smeared with saliva was definitely a no-go.

“Here.” Shrewdly, he passed the kerchief to the middle-aged man.

“Thank you.” Finally recovering, the middle-aged man took the kerchief, wiped

his mouth, and said, “The younger brother is nice.”

He then stuffed the wiped kerchief into his bosom while speaking.

Can you be any less shameless? Tang Luo was taken aback by this move no matter how much he didn’t want the kerchief back, it was quite inappropriate to just stuff it into your bosom like that.

Perhaps the disdain in Tang Luo’s eyes was too obvious, even the middle-aged man with thick skin felt a little awkward and said somewhat awkwardly, “Ahem, young man, for your kindness, I will grant you a gambling trick!” You, just a mortal realm old drunkard? Tang Luo was skeptical. If I couldn’t see your stats, I might’ve believed you.

The middle-aged man looked at Tang Luo’s doubtful gaze, feeling dissatisfied.

This kid is too young; if he knew my name, he would definitely bow in admiration.

He lowered his voice, making it deep and heavy, carefully pronouncing each word: “My name is… Xiao! Zheng!”

As his real name was uttered, an astonishing spirit burst out from Xiao Zheng Despite holding a wine flask in his left hand, a master’s aura came over him, causing people to involuntarily admire him.

Having a name won’t change the fact you’re just a weakling from the Mortal Realm.

“Hmm.” Tang Luo glanced at him and turned away.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

You’ve never heard of me, young brother?” Xiao Zheng looked at Tang Luo’s dismissive appearance, feeling sober from annoyance.

Are there any spectators at the Wudao competition in Xiling who haven’t heard of my great name, Xiao Zheng?!

Tang Luo frowned, turned his head and gave the middle-aged man an unsatisfied look. Is this guy crazy? Is it so unusual not to know someone’s name? Do you really think you are as famous as the Pride of Xiling, Tang Luo? What a joke.

Xiao Zheng saw the look in Tang Luo’s eyes and felt very embarrassed. “You must’ve heard of the Gambling Saint then.”

Huh??? Tang Luo bulged his eyes, “Could it be that you’re………. ‘■

Xiao Zheng nodded in relief, looks like there is no one in the Wudao Ring who does not know me, Xiao Zheng, the Gambling Saint! Quickly kneel before me kid.

“Zhou Xingxing?” Tang Luo looked sincerely.

“Sure.., not at all! Who the hell is Zhou Xingxing? I’m Xiao Zheng, the Gambling Saint! You’ve never heard of the Gambling Saint Xiao Zheng?” Xiao Zheng was infuriated – his voice even elevated a bit. If the cheers at the arena weren’t so loud, he would have surely been surrounded by now.

Tang Luo smirked. In his heart, there was only one Gambling Saint, and his name was Zhou Xingxing. All the other Gambling Saints were counterfeit goods. Ignored.

“Never mind, the young friend is still young after all. It’s normal not to know

my name.”

You’re quite good at giving yourself a way out! Tang Luo gave the middle-aged man a sidelong glance.

Xiao Zheng’s forehead veins bulged in anger, this annoying prick, where did he come from?! How can he be so infuriating?!

“Did you bet?” Xiao Zheng asked through gritted teeth. After all, with having received a favor from him, he planned to give Tang Luo some life lessons. As for the kid’s annoying attitude…

Xiao Zheng planned to severely ridicule him and let him know not to insult the name of the Gambling Saint.

Tang Luo didn’t answer, because he was looking towards the distance where

the fights on the stages were ending one by one.

Group A, Luo Hongtu beat Kang Chengli

Group A, second group, Qu Lexian beat Gongye Feizhang

Group B, Suo Yingcai beat Chu Xinrui

Group B, second group, Shentu Le’an beat Bai Bingbing