Time flew fast, only half an hour left before Wu time.

Everyone sat down in the ring, and a host came to the ring and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the world's attention of Mr. Xiao and Mr. Matsumoto's martial arts are about to begin. The two are not only about to decide the winner, And also bet 100 billion US dollars. Whoever wins, the other party’s 100 billion US dollars belongs to him. We have seen many world-renowned super-rich people on the scene. I wonder if you are interested in betting?"

A super rich man with glasses said: "How to bet?"

The host said: "Everyone is a rich man. I believe you will not do things like losing or denying. Therefore, if you have a check, you can charge the check. If you don't have a check, you can write an IOU. Our staff is already in place. Mr. Xiao wins, please put your check or IOU in the red betting box, and choose Mr. Matsumoto to win and put it in the blue betting box. After everyone is finished, we will make a statistics and publicly announce the name and amount of the bettor. The game is over. After that, our Yamamoto team is responsible for handing over the check to the winning party within three days. However, we have to charge 5% of the hard cost. Everyone has no objections, right?"

"Yes, five percent is considered less. I bet Mr. Matsumoto five billion dollars."

"I bet Mr. Matsumoto two billion dollars."

.....

The host winked at the staff nearby, and six beautiful women with red and blue betting boxes walked up to the rich.

Chen Jiahong said: "Wanqing, don't you bet on the sea of ​​clouds?"

Zhao Wanqing smiled and said: "Don't worry, let's wait and see."

Twenty minutes later, the host read the counted wager again and said: "I just read it right? Do you have any objections?"

Seeing that everyone did not speak, the host said: "Okay. After the final calculation, the total bet on Mr. Xiao to win is 43.2 billion US dollars, and the total bet on Mr. Matsumoto is 93.8 billion US dollars. Is there anything to bet on? If not, let's..."

"Hold on." A voice that sounded like a yellow oriole rang, and everyone looked at it and it was Zhao Wanqing who was talking.

The host asked: "Ms. Zhao have any questions?"

Zhao Wanqing said: "I just heard that my husband and Mr. Matsumoto's bet difference was 50.6 billion U.S. dollars. I will make up the difference. Whoever has a pen, please borrow me to use it. I will write an IOU."

"Wow, she deserves to be Mr. Xiao's woman, she is really magnificent."

"In order to prevent her husband from losing his momentum to the other party, he flattened the bet gap. It seems that the rumors are not wrong. This Miss Zhao really has the right to control Mr. Xiao's wealth."

Zhao Wanqing handed the IOU to the host, and the host dropped it in the red betting box, and then gave Zhao Wanqing a thumbs up, saying: "There is a saying in China that women don’t let their eyebrows be shaved. Today I am from Miss Zhao. I see. With Ms. Zhao's more than 50 billion US dollars, our current odds are exactly 1:1. Okay, Wuma is about to start. The rules are very simple. Whoever falls and can't get up first is a loss. Let's See you later."

At exactly 15 o'clock, Matsumoto Takada and Xiao Yunhai appeared in front of everyone at the same time as if they had negotiated.

Xiao Yunhai came to the ring, while Matsumoto Takata walked straight towards Chen Jiahong.

Xiao Yunhai instantly understood what he meant, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and resting.

Matsumoto Baotian came to Chen Jiahong, bowed deeply at him, and said, "Mr. Chen, I finally saw you."

Chen Jiahong looked at him for a moment, nodded, and said: "Mr. Matsumoto Kazuki can have a grandson like you, he is dead and scornful."

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Matsumoto Takata’s eyes flashed sharply, and said: “Mr. Chen, you killed my grandfather in the ring with the cultivation base of the peak of darkness, and made our Matsumoto family a shame in the Japanese martial arts world. I want to know the situation at that time. What is it like?"

Chen Jiahong said: "You are not afraid to know it, will it frustrate your aura?"

Matsumoto Baotian said: "If only a few words can affect my martial arts, then Matsumoto Baotian would be too useless."

Chen Jiahong laughed and said, "What a Matsumoto Takata, he is indeed qualified to be my grandson's opponent. In that case, I will tell you what happened back then."

Although Chen Jiahong is over ninety years old, he speaks with a loud voice and full of confidence, without any senility.

"Boy of the Matsumoto family, your grandfather is a real samurai worthy of our respect. Back then, when Japan invaded China, Matsumoto Kazuki, as an army martial arts instructor and Japan's number one master of martial arts, set the stage in the sea and entered the Chinese martial arts world. His Kung Fu at that time had reached the peak of Huajin, and none of us could match it."

"But at this time when the country is ruined and the family is dying, how could our martial arts practitioners let your grandfather do a fierce battle in China. Therefore, everyone knows that they are invincible, and they still launch suicide attacks on your grandfather one by one. Blow off his head, and leave something in Matsumoto's wooden body. Two consecutive days, thirty-three battles, our China also killed thirty-three kung fu masters."

Hearing Chen Jiahong's words, everyone seemed to see the scene of the Chinese people who would rather die than surrender in order to defend their home and country.

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Matsumoto Baotian narrowed his eyes and said, "What happened later? Did you take the stage?"

Chen Jiahong shook his head and said, "I was originally the 34th, but a master of Huajin from the north took me one step ahead of me. That master didn't even leave his name, so he directly used Bajiquan with your grandfather. It was a counterattack, but unfortunately, he still died under your grandfather's fist, but he successfully wounded your grandfather before he died."

"I have to say that your grandfather's heart is very big. After being injured, not only did he not retreat, but through the power of a big victory, he challenged us again. He actually wanted to use the power of one person to suppress the martial arts of our entire Chinese nation. Spirit. At that time, the blood of Hai’s kung fu masters flowed into rivers, and no one cared about his life at all."

"I was only twenty-six years old, and I wouldn't put death in my eyes. So, I boarded the ring and fought with your injured grandfather. In the fight, I accidentally broke through to Huajin, and finally you Killed by his grandfather. This is the whole process of that year. To be honest, if your grandfather was not injured first, it would be me who died. Speaking of which, I am in danger, but I have a clear conscience."

Including Matsumoto Takata, everyone did not speak, and seemed to be in that era of wars, and saw those heroes compose a tragic song of generosity with their lives.

Matsumoto Treasure took a deep breath, bowed again to Chen Jiahong, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for speaking out. There was nothing wrong with my grandfather, neither did you nor the thirty-four heroes. Wrong, warriors fight, life and death is determined. However, no matter what, my grandfather lost to you back then. Since Mr. Xiao is your grandson and heir, then as long as I can beat him today, it is a fight for my grandfather. Up."

Chen Jiahong said: "Then you have to be careful. I don't think there is anyone in this world that can rival my grandson."

Matsumoto Baotian smiled and said, "Then Mr. Chen will wait and see."

After finishing talking, Matsumoto Baotian walked out of the ring and bowed slightly to Xiao Yunhai, who had just stood up, and said, "Mr. Xiao, please enlighten me."

Xiao Yunhai hugged his fists~lightnovelpub.net~ and said, "Please."

As soon as the voice fell, Matsumoto Takata's eyes exploded, and his right foot stomped toward the ring. The whole person was like a wild beast, carrying a suffocating aura and hurried towards Xiao Yunhai.

The two were originally more than 20 meters apart, but Matsumoto Treasure land seemed to shrink to an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Xiao Yunhai. With a sword in his right hand, he cut straight to Xiao Yunhai's shoulder.

This hand knife was as fast as lightning, and it made a whistling sound in the air. It was no different from a real knife. If it was cut hard, Xiao Yunhai's arm would not want it.

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