Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

After Jiang Ran took the stage, not to mention the reaction in the audience, Li Bot was already dumbfounded and stayed directly in front of the betting point.

After being stunned for a long time, he wandered around frantically, trying to find something.

At this time, a middle-aged rich man with a big belly suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you trying to borrow money from that woman just now?" The middle-aged man has a physique of at least close to [-] pounds and is quite well maintained.

Libert looked him up and down, and when he saw the famous watch on the other person's wrist, his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

"I've seen that kid on stage before. He's just a bombastic loser. He probably offended Director Liu and was sent to the ring."

"As long as you bet on the Japanese girl, you will definitely win."

The middle-aged rich man with a big belly shook his head: "I'm not interested in betting. What is the relationship between that woman just now and you?"

Any smart person can figure out the hidden meaning in his words.

Libert was stunned for a moment, reacted directly, and then said immediately: "She is my fiancée. If you like her, lend me 100 million, and I will find an opportunity to send her to your bed."

"I will return the 100 million principal to you immediately after I win." He added, fearing that the middle-aged rich man would feel that he was too disadvantaged.

"Deal." The big belly recalled Yu Shiya's figure and temperament, and agreed directly without bargaining.

Some of the rich men with their female companions also heard the conversation between the two, with a look of regret on their faces.

Lippert took the universal chip given to him by Big Belly and quickly rushed to the betting table: "All-in for Masako Suzuki."

Many people didn't actually bet because Masako Suzuki's odds were only 1.13.

The rich people who had just been unlucky for betting on Sirius believed that Masako Suzuki was almost certain to win, but they did not want to support the other party. After all, the other party was from an island nation.

Yu Jia didn't think much about it. The only thing on her mind was Oshijiang Ran.

When she heard Jiang Ran asked Liu Weicai to reopen the handicap, she hurried to the nearest betting point.

Although the disgusting Libert was also nearby, she didn't have time to look for other betting spots.

"130 million, all against Xuanjian." Yu Jia exchanged all the funds he raised into general-purpose chips and slapped them on the betting table.

Libert glanced at her with a sneer and said mockingly: "Idiot, I only know how to grow legs but not how to grow a brain."

"How powerful do you think that yellow-faced man is? With the way he walks without any order, Miss Suzuki can send him to see God with just one stab!"

Yu Jia glanced at him sideways, disdaining to argue, and looked at the odds fixed on the big screen happily, Xuanjian 1 to 5.88.

The reason why the odds are so outrageous is because there are so few people betting on Jiang Ran.

Masako Suzuki on the ring was a little confused.

Although the boxers who died one after another under her samurai sword just now were very weak, at least when they stepped into the ring, people could see that they were boxers with certain strength.

But what happened to the young man who stepped onto the ring now?With his hands in the pockets of his sportswear, he looked like he was wandering on the street. Apart from his indifferent expression, he looked like a harmless student.

There was a chill under Masako Suzuki's charming eyes. She didn't know what the Chinese people opposite were thinking, but if she thought that letting ordinary people appear on the stage would force her to hold back, that was definitely a wishful thinking.

Jiang Ran put his hands in his pockets and stood still in front of Masako Suzuki.

Many younger women in the venue looked away unbearably, not wanting to see the next scene where this island country woman continued to kill.

"Nutōryū, Masako Suzuki."

"Please advise."

Although Suzuki Masako was quick to kill with her sword and looked at Jiang Ran with extremely contempt, she still bowed slightly and respected her so-called bushido spirit.

Because betting was reopened, Liu Wei stood in front of the huge gong again. After the odds were fixed, he took a deep breath and knocked it hard.

Suzuki Masako heard the sound of the gong and looked at the yellow-faced young man who was receiving a salute from him grandly, but his expression did not change at all. A look of solemnity appeared on his beautiful face.

Jiang Ran suddenly glanced at the samurai sword in her hand, and asked inexplicably: "You said two-sword style, do you have another sword?"

Suzuki Masako almost burst into tears, looking at him coldly, but said nothing.

Jiang Ran didn't care. He stood there boredly and yawned. Seeing that Suzuki Masako still didn't move, he took out his left hand from his pocket and made a gesture to her to hurry up.

Masako Suzuki's samurai sword was instantly unsheathed, and a cold light flashed past. It was cold and cold, but Jiang Ran didn't even blink.

She is 1.6 meters tall, but when holding a samurai sword in both hands, she gives people an awe-inspiring aura.

This charming Japanese woman was not impulsive. She was used to attacking first, so she continued to move her steps slightly, trying to force the young man in front of her to attack impulsively.

Then kill the opponent with a knife.

"Let's make a move." Seeing Jiang Ran's listless look, Suzuki Masako couldn't help but say something encouraging: "Is it your dream to be in the ring? If you don't make a move, your dream of becoming famous in one battle will be shattered."

Jiang Ran looked at her sternly, as if he were a chicken.

"Looking for death!" Suzuki Masako was so angry at the indifferent and indifferent eyes that she gave up the idea of ​​waiting for him to rush forward and die. She raised the katana in her hand high and swung it fiercely.

It was so powerful that others could only see a flash of cold light.

"This energy?" Jiang Ran took a step forward and deflected his body slightly, and the opponent's katana struck the air a centimeter away from his shoulder, "It's almost dark energy."

Suzuki Masako's eyes showed surprise, and with the help of inertia, he swung the sword horizontally, and a cold light slashed directly towards Jiang Ran's neck with strong wind.

Jiang Ran lowered his head abruptly, took two steps toward her, and by great coincidence avoided the knife.

Masako Suzuki clenched the handle of her samurai sword, her charming eyes shining with a strange light.

"Your Excellency, you are very strong."

She was not an idiot. In this situation, she thought it was a coincidence that the other party avoided her knife.

"You are too weak."

(Lu Qian should really see it. A little girl is almost losing her secret energy, and he is still worrying about how to keep her brightness alive every day.)

Jiang Ran suddenly remembered Lu Qian's words of admiration and envy for An Jin, and felt ridiculed for no reason.

Seeing that he seemed to be distracted for a moment, Suzuki Masako immediately seized the opportunity, gave up slashing, and chose the fastest straight thrust. The subtle energy flowed in her body, and the tip of the knife seemed to be three points brighter.

Jiang Ran raised his left hand without any fuss, then moved it around to the side of the knife tip first, then flicked it with his index finger.

hum-

The high-frequency vibration caused a buzzing sound. Suzuki Masako felt a strong vibration in her hands. She couldn't hold the handle of the knife with all her strength.

She clenched her silver teeth, and the energy in her body was boiling, but the katana still came out of her hand and fell directly to the ground.

Suzuki Masako's face turned pale, and her whole body felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

"I surrender!" Although her eyes were dull and she stared blankly at the katana on the ground, her mouth shouted out the words of surrender faster than anything else.

"Xuanjian! Xuanjian!"

The audience immediately burst into excitement, and the cheers were like a tsunami, making Masako Suzuki's face turn pale.

"Mr. Jiang, keep your hands!" Liu Weicai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried to the ring.

Yusuke Matsumoto and Toad-face followed him with gloomy expressions, but they did not dare to look at Masako Suzuki.

"Mr. Jiang, you have won. I will transfer the 1200 million to you later." Liu Weicai glanced at Masako Suzuki with a bitter expression. He did not dare to make any arbitrary decisions and leave this Japanese woman in the ring.

Jiang Ran glanced at him indifferently and didn't say anything more. In other words, he didn't care whether Suzuki Masako killed anyone or not. He was willing to admit defeat in the ring. There was nothing controversial about it.

If he wanted to take care of everything, he might as well rename "Xuanjian" to "Xianjian".

"Arrange a speedboat to take me back to Nandu."

Originally he only wanted to make a few million, but doubling his income was enough. Jiang Ran had no intention of continuing to fight, or in other words, no boxer dared to compete with him.

After Jiang Ran finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and turned around to leave.

Suzuki Masako looked at his back and the samurai sword on the ground, her expression suddenly became fierce, she kicked the sword up, raised the tip of the sword and stabbed Jiang Ran's vest.

"Jiang Ran! Be careful!" Yu Jia stood on the edge of the ring and saw this scene for the first time. She shouted Jiang Ran's name in surprise.