"Bet, of course, we'll bet."

As soon as Wang Jianqiang finished speaking, Fatty and Magan agreed without a second thought.

Su Yutong was able to suppress Wang Yuyao, who was using a High-Grade Magical Artifact, with just a Low-Grade Magical Artifact. The gap between the two was evident to the naked eye.

To them, this was a sure-win bet.

Who would turn down Spirit Stones?

Only a fool wouldn't bet.

"Alright, words alone are not enough. Let's write a contract. If anyone backs out, the Hall of Punishment will handle it."

Hearing the words "Hall of Punishment," the two couldn't help but shrink their necks.

The Hall of Punishment was the place in the Hehuan Sect that managed punishments, specifically dealing with disciples who broke the sect's rules.

It was the place all disciples least wanted to encounter, or even mention.

Besides, the Hall of Punishment also served as a place of notarization.

Once a contract was signed, if anyone breached it, the Hall of Punishment would definitely intervene.

But on second thought, what did they have to fear?

It was a sure-win bet.

Signing it was even better, to prevent this old fool from backing out himself.

Thinking of this, the two no longer hesitated and promptly signed their names on the contract.

"Bu Yueban."

"Xiong Zhuang."

Wang Jianqiang glanced at the names on the contract.

Yes, they matched the names in the information in his mind.

Then he signed his own name.

The bet was officially established.

As the three were finalizing the bet, the battle on the arena stage was becoming increasingly intense.

At this moment, Wang Yuyao had already consecutively activated three perfect Magical Artifacts: the Amethyst Slippers, the Cloudwater Coldglow Sword, and the Water-Moon Skirt.

A dark long skirt adorned her, its hem fluttering.

The purple boots on her feet glowed with a purple light, as if forged from amethyst, and the blue flying sword above her head emitted a sharp sword aura.

Her long hair, simply tied with a colorful ribbon, had already been blown loose by the battle's fluctuations, dancing in the wind.

On the other side.

Su Yutong looked coldly at Wang Yuyao.

At this moment, her expression had turned solemn.

Although Wang Yuyao had a weak foundation and average strength, with the support of three powerful Magical Artifacts, she was not to be underestimated.

After a bout of fighting, although Su Yutong held a slight advantage, she found she couldn't take her down.

Thinking of this, a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"To have fought me until now, you can be proud."

"This battle~ ends here!"

With a cold voice, Su Yutong pointed at her flying sword.

On the sword's body, a layer of golden light appeared, accompanied by a piercing screech as it shot straight at Wang Yuyao.

Wang Yuyao's expression was grave, her whole body surging with spiritual power.

On the perfect Cloudwater Coldglow Sword, white mist rose, like fleeting shadows, colliding instantly with the incoming golden sword.

Boom!

In the massive roar, the cold mist shattered, countless golden sword auras covering Wang Yuyao like golden needles.

Wang Yuyao's face changed, hurriedly activating the perfect Water-Moon Skirt.

In an instant, it was as if a lake appeared on the dark long skirt.

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On the lake, the moon's reflection emerged.

The cool moonlight spread out like mercury, enveloping Wang Yuyao within.

Ding

Ding

Ding

...

The next moment, a large amount of golden sword aura submerged Wang Yuyao.

The dense sound of metal clashing rang out, the moonlight trembling violently, shattering.

Moments later.

The golden sword aura disappeared, and Wang Yuyao reappeared.

At this moment, the moonlight protection formed by the perfect Water-Moon Skirt had completely shattered, and the beautiful skirt bore several damaged marks.

Crimson blood seeped through the damaged areas, staining the long skirt.

Wang Yuyao's face was pale, blood continuously oozing from the corner of her mouth.

"The difference between you and me is like heaven and earth. A moment's luck may have blinded you, but after this battle, you'll surely see reality."

Su Yutong looked proudly at Wang Yuyao, her palms coming together to form a seal, the golden light between her palms growing even stronger.

On the sword body that had been knocked back, the previously dissipated golden light reappeared, even more intense than the previous strike.

"This sword will defeat you!"

Before the words were finished, the flying sword shrouded in dense golden light shot through the air.

This sword was extremely sharp.

Wherever it passed, the air twisted and disintegrated.

The participants watching the battle saw this scene, their eyelids twitching.

"So strong!"

"Is this Su Yutong's full strength?"

"She's just a new disciple, how can she be this strong!"

...

At this moment, except for a few participants who remained calm, everyone else showed expressions of shock.

"Golden Radiance Seal?"

"To have cultivated the Golden Radiance Seal to this extent, truly remarkable."

In mid-air, three Inner Sect Elders had been watching the arena below.

Seeing this scene, one couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

"Indeed."

"Her talent and comprehension are both top-notch. It seems our Hehuan Sect has produced another genius."

Yun Zhonghe looked at Su Yutong, his eyes filled with an indescribable fondness.

He happened to be planning to take on a female disciple recently.

This Su Yutong had excellent looks, and even better, her Primal Yin was still intact, making her an ideal candidate.

"Hahaha, these Spirit Stones are ours."

On the other side, Bu Yueban and Xiong Zhuang, seeing Su Yutong's sure-kill sword, were excited and about to take the Spirit Stones in front of Wang Jianqiang.

Wang Jianqiang waved his hand, collecting all the Spirit Stones on the ground, and glanced at them indifferently, "The battle isn't over yet, what's the rush?"

"Heh heh, since you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, just wait a bit longer. We'll make sure you lose convincingly," Bu Yueban and Xiong Zhuang mocked.

Wang Jianqiang ignored them, focusing his attention on the direction of the arena.

On the arena, the golden sword was already less than three meters away from Wang Yuyao.

Even with a speed-enhancing High-Grade Magical Artifact, she couldn't dodge in time.

At this moment, everyone, including the three Inner Sect Elders, believed Wang Yuyao was at the end of her rope, destined to lose.

Except for Wang Jianqiang, no one noticed the faint light flashing on Wang Yuyao's right-hand finger, where a ring resembling blue crystal appeared.

The moment the ring appeared, an invisible force erupted from it, enveloping the perfect Water-Moon Skirt.

Splash~

The sound of flowing tides arose out of nowhere.

On the perfect Water-Moon Skirt, the lake phenomenon reappeared.

The bright moon emerged.

The pure moonlight radiated outward, transforming into a protective force, colliding with the descending golden sword at the last moment.

Boom!

The arena trembled violently.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light rose, occupying half of the arena.

The other half of the arena was covered by the bright white moonlight.

The golden light was domineering and sharp, as if countless sword auras had condensed.

The moonlight was serene and peaceful, exuding a sacred aura.

The two continuously clashed, consuming each other.

Finally.

When the moonlight was reduced to a three-meter radius, the golden light dissipated completely.

"She blocked it!"

"She actually has another High-Grade Magical Artifact!"

"This is outrageously extravagant!"

Seeing this scene, the spectators exchanged glances.

Even the three Inner Sect Elders couldn't help but look at each other, speechless.

"That bitch...!"

"Who did she latch onto? To have given her so many High-Grade Magical Artifacts!"

Bu Yueban and Xiong Zhuang exchanged a difficult look, a bad premonition rising in their hearts.

Wang Jianqiang, hearing their curses, smiled at them.

"I know you two are anxious, but don't rush."

"You'll be even more anxious later."