Wood Type Only Has Support? I Will Directly Transform Into A Buddha!

"oh?"

When Lei Pen saw Lin Cang looking at him calmly, without any fear, he couldn't help but become interested, and a flash of light came to him.

"Strange wood type, strange moves, little guy, you are very special."

"Absolutely." Lin Cang said silently despite his pressure.

Lei Pun smiled after hearing this.

He admired Lin Cang's attitude of being able to deal with strong men calmly, which was much more pleasing to the eye than those weaklings who were scared to death when they saw him.

"Work hard, I am optimistic about you, and try to get a diamond medal to show your face in the underground arena of our new city."

"Yes." Lin Cang was neither arrogant nor humble.

After hearing this, Lei Pun became even more satisfied and encouraged him a few more words before leaving.

Lin Cang continued to apply for the competition, and as soon as he returned to the stands, Fatty pounced on him.

At this moment, the fat man's intestines turned green.

"Fuck Brother Lin! So you are so strong?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had known, I would have paid him a billion or eighty million for this!"

The fat man regretted it, and his contempt for Lin Cang disappeared. For the first time, he really wanted to make friends with him.

Lin Cang smiled lightly after hearing this.

"Fat man, I've warned you before, but you don't appreciate it."

"I don't care!" The fat man's fat body trembled, and he said shamelessly: "Brother Lin, please compensate me for the loss!"

"You fat guy...didn't you win a million?"

"It's too little. The odds are ten to one. I regret it so much now!" The fat man pretended to be aggrieved.

Lin Cang shook his head helplessly and took a look at the next opponent's information.

[Pan Qiang: First-level advanced earth power user]

[Record: Two wins and one loss]

[Points: 1]

[Odds: 1:1.3]

"Keep buying me next time, and I'll make sure you make money."

"Hey, Brother Lin, are you still sure?" The fat man smiled mischievously.

Lin Cang nodded silently and went directly to the service desk, where there was a huge sum of money waiting for him to collect.

"Okay, I'll buy it!" the fat man said, looking at his back.

However, when he saw the name of Lin Cang's opponent, he retreated again.

"Is this a life-threatening guy? It's not easy to deal with. Brother Lin may not be able to win. To be on the safe side, I'd better not buy it."

At this moment, Lincang's odds were much more normal, only 1:1.8, which made Fatty no longer want to take risks.

…

I found the manager, who had his mouth hanging open at the moment.

"Lin, Mr. Lin, your 150 million..."

The manager was confused.

Although the underground arena is a big business, there are not many people who can win so much at once, especially in low-level competitions.

The money Lin Cang won now was something he could never earn no matter how hard he worked for ten lifetimes, which made him envious and jealous.

But he respected him on the surface. Although Lin Cang was still a budding genius, it was enough for him to look up to.

Lin Cang looked at the card handed over by the manager but did not accept it, and said: "Keep betting on me, all-in."

"All in!" The manager's eyes widened. This is 150 million.

He was determined to please Lin Cang, and his voice was very low in Lin Cang's ear.

"Mr. Lin, your opponent is very strong and ruthless. The two people who were defeated by him are dead. I suggest you think about it carefully."

"No need." Lin Cang shook his head and said, "I'm sure of winning, just place your bet."

Faced with the manager's kind reminder, Lin Cang also decided to give him a boost. Before leaving, he said, "If you believe me, buy and I will win. I'll give you the chance."

It was common for underground arena employees to place bets as well.

However, the manager didn't want to buy it.

In the final analysis, Lin Cang is only an intermediate level one in strength, and he is still of the wood type.

Defeating a water superpower doesn't make many people believe in his strength.

"Only a fool would believe you." The manager thought disdainfully as he looked at Lin Cang's leaving figure.

…

When Lin Cang came to the ring, he found that the strength he had just exposed had some effect. The amount of bets at this moment was not as outrageous as when he fought Weng Nian.

[Lin Cang: Odds 1.8, bet amount 173 million]

[Pan Qiang: Odds 1.3, bet amount 240 million]

"Oh?" Lin Cang thought as he looked at his message, "It seems that Fatty bought a lot."

At this moment, he thought that except for his 150 million, most of them were bought by the fat man.

"The odds of 1.8 are quite a lot. If I win again, I will have 270 million!"

Lin Cang's heart was pounding, and he felt dreamy at the moment.

I only made bets on two games, but I actually gained several times more than my father did in his entire life?

No wonder the underground arena is so lively. Even I can't resist this feeling of sudden wealth.

…

After both parties took the stage, the host went down.

Pan Qiang was short, with a sinister face and sinister eyes, staring at Lin Cang.

"Boy, you will be the third poor guy to die in my hands."

He gestured with the long knife in his hand and spoke in a cold tone, as if he wanted to use this momentum to scare Lin Cang.

However, Lin Cang was calm.

Hunting more than a hundred giant bears alone in the monster area has become accustomed to life and death battles, and this little trick cannot scare him.

But since the opponent wants to kill him, there is no need to show mercy.

Unlike Weng Nian, Lin Cang planned not to let this person go before the game even started.

"Then it depends on your strength." Lin Cang said calmly.

Pan Qiang sneered and waited for the host to call the start.

Seeing that both of them were ready, the host immediately shouted: "The game begins!"

boom!

Pan Qiang and Lin Cang took action almost at the same time, and they exploded instantly!

A layer of petrified skin appeared on Pan Qiang's body, and he slashed Lin Cang's neck with the long knife in his hand, ruthlessly.

Lincang used lightning steps to dodge flexibly, dodged the opponent's attack, and then launched the Big Tree Technique in his hand at close range.

Pan Qiang was well prepared and rolled to avoid Lin Cang's attack.

However, just before his old strength was exhausted and new strength was born, Lin Cang took action again.

He clapped his hands fiercely, and the next attack covered dozens of meters around Pan Qiang.

"Wood Style·Pole Technique!"

Whoosh whoosh!

As he took action, sharp wooden thorns suddenly appeared halfway above the ring.

Those wooden thorns gleamed coldly under the light, making the audience shudder.

Pan Qiang had no time to react to this sudden attack. His whole body was pierced by seven or eight wooden thorns, and a large amount of blood poured out of his body.

Although he is good at defense, petrified skin is the simplest defensive magic of the earth system. He originally wanted to use this to combine with Lin Cang's physical skills.

He also had stronger defensive means to no avail, and this time he was unable to block Lin Cang's insertion Technique.

If he uses his strongest defense from the beginning and does not fight with Lin Cang, fighting him will consume him.

It would take a lot of effort for Lin Cang to win, and it would not be so easy at all.

But there are no ifs in this world. Pan Qiang is seriously injured and Lin Cang wins. This is reality.

…