Immemorial War God

"Mo Feng will be on stage." The judge's voice was clear, Dong Zhengyu immediately touched Mo Feng.    

"Phew." Mo Feng opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of impure air. His throat still ached with the pain of being burned, but he recovered very quickly with the help of the jade plate.    

"Swoosh."    

Jumping onto the stage, the judge expressionlessly looked at Mo Feng and spoke indifferently:    

"Mo Feng, since you are powerful, I will no longer arrange opponents for you. Now, you stand guard on the battle arena, fight against the challenger."    

Mo Feng slightly nodded, he raised his head and looked at Li Yuezhen who was on the stage, and the corners of her mouth curled into a sneer, it was not easy to arrange people to deal with him? It seemed like Zou Tianyi had already started to pressure Li Yuezhen.    

But if they couldn't stop him here, then there was no way they could stop him anymore!    

The two types of competitions were split into two. The first type was that one's strength wasn't too great, and the organizers of the Martial Arts Competition could arrange opponents at any time. And if one was very strong, they would be able to fight against all the disciples on the stage.    

However, those who were guarding the arena would usually be able to successfully make a breakthrough. Those without strength would not go up onto the arena to look for trouble, and those with outstanding strength would not risk being eliminated.    

"Phew." Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin heaved a sigh of relief after hearing the judge's words. They had been on tenterhooks these past few battles, and now they could finally level up steadily.    

Mo Feng retracted his gaze and turned to scan his surroundings. The surrounding disciples all immediately turned their heads when they saw him looking at them, no one came up to challenge them, what a joke, the eleven inner disciple had already been defeated, and they were even people from starburst.    

A quarter of an hour passed, and still no one came up to challenge Mo Feng, even the ones who admitted defeat did not come down from the stage, if they were not dead, they would be injured, if not even their corpses would be left, who would dare to fight against such a ruthless person.    

In the end, Mo Feng made a successful breakthrough by relying on the gavel.    

"Phew!"    

Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin heaved a long sigh of relief; this time, they were completely relieved.    

"My lord." As he welcomed Mo Feng off the stage, Mo Feng nodded his head and turned to look at the stage, a cold smile plastered on his face as he accepted the storage ring from Dong Zhengyu, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly when he saw the huge amount of wealth in the ring. Although the star stones did not have much meaning to him right now, as a currency, no one would think that there were too many of them.    

"My lord, should we go back and heal our wounds?" Dong Zhengyu suggested, the following battle did not have much to do with them, they could go back and rest.    

"No." Mo Feng shook his head, he rubbed his storage ring as he walked back. Dong Zhengyu was a little perplexed, but still decided to follow his.    

Mo Feng turned left and right to look at the battles on the stage. A ray of light flashed across the eyes of the people in the stages as they spoke to Dong Zhengyu and the other two.    

"How many storage bag s do you have on you?"    

"storage bag?" The two of them looked at Mo Feng with a weird expression, what was he trying to do? But he still replied:    

"My lord, I only have one storage bag on me."    

"I only have one with me."    

The two of them only had one storage bag on them, if it wasn't for the Martial Arts Competition, they wouldn't even have brought their storage bag with them.    

"Go and exchange for a few storage bag." Mo Feng said as he gave Mo Feng another weird glance. Then, he turned and left.    

Not long later, Yi Jinglin returned with a few storage bag in his hands.    

"Mo Feng, what are you doing?"    

Mo Feng smiled and did not speak. He received the storage bag and placed the nearly one hundred million star stones in his storage ring into the seven storage bag, with an average of ten million star stones each.    

"Take these storage bag with you and place your bets on Zhang Ji." Mo Feng said each of the names as he divided the storage bag into two.    

"A bet?" "I'll do it." Dong Zhengyu and Luo Hua City Mistress stared at each other in surprise. Why would they still bet at a time like this? It's not like you have a high odds of 10 million star stones per game. Generally, you only have a little bit of a bet, but the highest bet won't exceed 1.5. If you are not careful and bet a round, then you will be at a huge disadvantage.    

"What? You all still don't believe me?" Mo Feng laughed lightly, the two of them helplessly curled their lips, and could only do as he said, and turned to leave.    

Mo Feng continued to look at the stage, his eyes slightly narrowed, feeling assured.    

"F * * k, over 10 million star stones?" You really want to bet? "    

"Betting on over 10 million star stones? You must be f * cking crazy! "    

Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin continuously made bets, scaring all the merchants. It was their first time making such a big bet, and they were all trembling with fear, but they still accepted the bets.    

"My lord, can those people really win?" Dong Zhengyu was still a little worried that the two would bet back. After all, every bet was not a small amount.    

"Don't worry." Mo Feng laughed, the two of them shook their heads, but they were still worried, and focused on the battle on the stage.    

"Zhang Ji has won!" The fight on Stage 10 quickly ended. When the referee announced the result, both Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin's eyes lit up. Zhang Jiliang's payout was a little low, and now they had earned 500,000 Star Stones!    

Transient happiness followed by worry. It was just fifty star stones, so he had to win every single battle that came up. Otherwise, it would be destined to be a loss.    

"Ye Xiang, victory!"    

"Tian Hua Qing wins!"    

The battles on the stage had ended, and the judges continued to announce the results. Dong Zhengyu and Yi Jinglin stood there stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.    

"I did it. Victory, I won again!"    

"Oh my god, this is too accurate!"    

After all of the matches, Mo Feng had not misjudged any of them, all of them had won. It was possible for him to bet on none of them, but for all seven stages to be so accurate, wasn't this too abnormal!    

"How did he do it?" The two of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock. It was still alright to judge a battle, but to judge seven battles in such a short period of time was really too inconceivable. It simply didn't seem like it was possible.    

If Mo Feng was in charge of the Martial Arts Competition and had the ability to watch one match, they would think that it was a foregone conclusion. However, Mo Feng had already predicted the outcome of the seven fights in the seven stages before they even started.    

"Master/Mo Feng, how did you do it?" The two of them asked at the same time, filled with shock.    

"I was just lucky." Mo Feng had a smile on his face the entire time.    

A black line appeared on the forehead of Dong Zhengyu and Yue Yang, they were so depressed that they were about to vomit blood. Who the hell are you blaming, for your luck to be so good? If one's luck was that good, then anyone would be able to make a fortune. Anyone who could place any bet would be considered a rich man.    

"Does he still have some skills that I don't know about?" Yi Jinglin looked at Mo Feng and rolled his eyes. He was completely convinced that Mo Feng's abilities were not something he could predict.