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Chapter 31: Chapter 27: 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.

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.

heart and soul into the game, even going so far as to

relied on neither sweat nor fortune, but merely on pre-arranged rules. Would this fight

to the sight of the spectators watching the match, their passionate and selfless cheering,

take over the game,

was startled out of his thoughts by the

to be here for the match.” The

do you say

gaze didn’t focus on the ring, but on the spectators.” The middle-aged man continued. He had been

and asked, “Why are you so interested in me?” The middle-aged man took a swig of his drink, exhaled

not here for the match, then pray tell what it means

another bout of

hand to drink a mouthful. Perhaps he had

cough violently, spurting saliva all

a snotty-nosed brother, Tang Luo swiftly pulled out a fresh handkerchief from his pocket, shaking it open and holding it

cough- cough cough cough cough-” The increasingly dramatic coughing next door

you still don’t put down the wine flask in your left hand? As a slight germophobe, if

man finally caught

the kerchief smeared with saliva was

he passed the kerchief to

middle-aged

and said, “The younger

stuffed the wiped kerchief into his bosom

taken aback by this move no matter how much he didn’t want the kerchief back, it was quite inappropriate to just stuff it

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.

man looked at Tang Luo’s doubtful gaze, feeling

young; if he knew my name, he would definitely bow in

his voice, making it deep and heavy, carefully pronouncing each word: “My name

out from Xiao Zheng Despite holding a wine flask in his left hand, a master’s aura came over him,

the fact you’re just a weakling from the Mortal

at him and turned

was

young brother?” Xiao Zheng looked at Tang Luo’s dismissive

at the Wudao competition in Xiling who haven’t