Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 57: Ji Mo's Final Battle!
Ji Mo walked down from above, and halfway through, he had already stirred the emotions of the crowd. At first, it was only the members of the four prominent families and those betting on Ji Mo's victory who were cheering. But soon, the entire venue was responding!
Even those betting on Lian Gaosheng started to join in.
Because Ji Mo had said something that resonated with people's hearts: Seeking power and wealth is understandable, but you cannot drag a woman you don't even like just to obtain all of this!
What you are doing not only betrays the two major families and the woman, but you even betray yourself. What right do you have to fight for all this? You actually want to duel someone over this?
I bet on you just to win money; that doesn't mean I don't look down on your character! I may curse at you, I may boo you; but as long as you win, I'll still take the money! I praise you, I support you… but if you lose, I still take my losses, what does it matter?
Thus, Master Ji Er's reputation grew more powerful. As he walked down, he gracefully waved to the crowd, his face radiant with excitement, so much so that he unconsciously swayed his hips.
And then he began to shout, twisting his hips and even stepping in an eight character step… steady as a mountain yet flamboyantly flamboyant all the way down.
"We must win!" Master Ji Er shouted with raised arms.
"We must win!" The crowd echoed in unison.
"We must defend true love!" Master Ji Er continued after a few steps, his voice booming.
"Defend true love!" The crowd shouted together.
"We must defeat the demon!" Master Ji Er pressed on.
"Defeat the demon!" The crowd's excitement grew ever stronger!
"Awwoo~~~" Master Ji Er waved his arms, his lips puckering as he let out a standard wolf howl.
"Awwoo~~~" The crowd howled together.
"Dog Auntie~~~~" Master Ji Er was now so excited that he lost his bearings, twisting his hips and jumping.
"Dog Auntie~~~~" The crowd erupted into a frenzy…
Below, Lian Gaosheng was so furious that his hands and feet felt cold, as if he was on the brink of death. His face turned waxy, and his lips trembled in rage as he stared at the infinitely flamboyant Ji Mo. With a crunch, he even bit down and broke one of his teeth!
I, I, I… If I can't kill you, I will… I will, I will… Lian Gaosheng thought frantically.
In the stands, Chu Yang looked at Young Master Wei: "Are you still sure that Lian Gaosheng will win?"
Young Master Wei sighed deeply: "I can’t be sure anymore. Ji Mo’s momentum is at its peak, and Lian Gaosheng is already furious and restless. During the battle, he definitely won't maintain his ice and snow heart realm; the outcome is hard to predict."
Chu Yang chuckled, pointing to the boiling crowd: "These are all power, and they are important conditions for the final battle. More people means greater strength; this saying is not in vain."
Young Master Wei said: "Using tactics to this extent is understandable, but it's still somewhat despicable."
Chu Yang sneered: "This is a final battle! We must use every factor we can to strike the enemy! Is this enough? Not at all. Just wait and see."
Ji Mo finally walked down from the stands, strutting arrogantly onto the central stage. He took a full half-hour to cover this distance, making Lian Gaosheng and the others wait in utter agony, feeling as if they might explode.
As soon as Lian Gaosheng saw him coming down, his anger flared, and a surge of rage filled his heart: "Ji Mo, prepare to die!" he shouted as he rushed out.
"Wait!" Ji Mo shouted loudly, raising a hand to signal him to stop.
Lian Gaosheng halted, fuming as he asked: "What do you want now?"
"Why aren’t you calling for the start yet?" Ji Mo said unhappily to the referee, "Can’t you see that Young Master Lian is already impatient to get beaten?"
Lian Gaosheng shivered all over. Fine, Ji Mo, I will make you see who is truly impatient to get beaten!
The referee's face was strange as he finally raised his hand: "The battle begins!"
Before the words even left his mouth, Lian Gaosheng rushed in, charging directly towards Ji Mo, the wind from his fist already ruffling Ji Mo's hair—