Chapter 173 Descendants of the Imperial Family

In a private room, two girls were full of admiration: "Master Jun is so powerful!"

Behind the two pretty girls was a burly man, who was intimidating without being angry. He also showed admiration when looking at Zhao Jun in the Colosseum.

"Commander Tiger, look at how powerful the master is. No one in the Hundred Beasts Garden can take his sword!" The two girls cheered.

Hu Sha nodded: "Master Jun's talent can be ranked in the top ten in the clan. There are not many people who can beat Master Jun in the Xuanhuang Realm, let alone in this declining realm? The Hundred Beasts Sect does have some skills, but how can they be compared with our Imperial Clan?"

Whether it is the two pretty girls or Hu Sha, they are just slaves in the Imperial Clan. In the eyes of the Imperial Clan, they are like cattle, horses, pigs and dogs, but this does not hinder their extraordinary sense of superiority. Even if they are cattle and horses in the Imperial Clan, they are much more noble than the kings and princes in this world.

How can you enter the imperial clan just because you want to? The imperial clan needs a long heritage and a great emperor in every generation. Those families that occasionally give birth to a great emperor are not worthy of being an imperial clan.

The foundation of the imperial clan is far beyond the reach of ordinary clans and families. Even in the eyes of people like Hu Sha, the so-called Hundred Beasts Sect is just like that, as humble as an ant in front of the imperial clan.

"Hurry up, Hundred Beasts Garden is not afraid to open the market, right?"

"Is this the business method of Hundred Beasts Garden?"

"Only we can lose money but not win money?"

The audience was furious. It had been a full day since the last battle, and Hundred Beasts Garden had not arranged an opponent for Zhao Jun, let alone opened the market.

It was not that Hundred Beasts Garden did not want to open the market, but that it could not open the market at all. Zhao Jun's strength had already crushed all the True Yuan Realm in the Black Dragon Domain. Even Hundred Beasts Garden could not find anyone or monster that could fight with Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun was too strong. No matter who his opponent was, he only needed to strike a sword!

After one sword strike, the opponent fell to the ground, but Zhao Jun was not bleed.

Zhao Jun fought 160 games in a row, and no one or monster could survive a single move in front of him, not even one!

The odds of Zhao Jun's handicap kept dropping, dropping to 1:0.1, which was the lowest handicap ever offered by the Hundred Beasts Garden, and it was impossible to drop any further.

But even with such odds, the loss of opening a game was extremely shocking, and even the Hundred Beasts Garden could not afford such a loss.

Although the Hundred Beasts Garden only needed to pay one spirit stone for every ten spirit stones, when everyone bet on Zhao Jun to win, the spirit stones to be paid had to be paid by the Hundred Beasts Garden itself.

The low odds could not withstand the huge amount of bets, and many warriors bet their entire fortunes. Although most of them only had a few thousand or ten thousand spirit stones, there were at least tens of thousands of warriors participating, and even the Hundred Beasts Garden could not afford it.

If you open a game, you will lose money. Moreover, the amount of bets is constantly increasing. Once the next game is opened, the Beast Garden may go bankrupt.

Hai Bugui, the manager of the Beast Garden in the Black Dragon Territory, was sweating profusely. In his heart, he had already cursed Zhao Jun's ancestors for eighteen generations. You are a genius of the imperial family, so you should act like a genius of the imperial family. Do you have to make things difficult for the outer disciples of the Beast Sect?

Hai Bugui was in a dilemma. If he opened the game, he would die. If he didn't open the game, he would die. There was no way out for him except to die to apologize.

"Zhao Jun, I fuck your ancestors!" Hai Bugui cursed loudly, and he wanted to vent his unhappiness before he died.

"How many spirit stones do we have?" Hu Sha asked.

"A full 60 million spirit stones. Master Jun is really capable. He earned so many spirit stones as soon as he came to the world!" The two girls said happily.

Hu Sha couldn't help but smile. It was indeed a good place to cut leeks. No wonder so many people in the imperial family rushed to the lower world. It took only two days to earn 60 million spirit stones, which was a considerable fortune in the imperial family.

"Is the Hundred Beasts Garden still open? If not, close it early."

"Only we can lose money but not win money. Is this the virtue of the Hundred Beasts Garden?"

The people are boiling with resentment. If the Hundred Beasts Garden doesn't do something, the Hundred Beasts Garden will never be able to open in the Black Dragon Domain in the future.

"Uncle Hai, I brought the person!" Yang Yan hurried and finally caught up.

"Qin Feng..." Hai Bugui looked at Qin Feng who was standing silently behind Yang Yan.

The battle of Tianwuzhou had long been spread to all major regions. All the managers of the Hundred Beasts Garden knew that such a monster had appeared. He defeated the Hundred Beasts in Tianwuzhou and became the only warrior who had won the Hundred Beasts Battle in more than ten years.

But even if Yang Yan invited Qin Feng, Hai Bugui still had no idea. No matter how strong Qin Feng was, could he be stronger than the descendant of the imperial family? This Zhao Jun's strength was unfathomable. He could kill his enemies with one sword. Could Qin Feng take his sword?

"Mr. Qin, are you sure?" Hai Bugui couldn't help asking.

Qin Feng glanced at Zhao Jun who was sitting cross-legged in the Colosseum: "He really has some of the shadow of that bastard Zhao Huaiyi!"

"Open the odds, as high as you can!" Qin Feng turned and walked towards the Colosseum.

"Open as high as you can?" Hai Bugui looked at Qin Feng with a strange look. He was going to die without a burial place.

"One million spirit stones, bet on me to win!" Qin Feng threw a storage bag full of spirit stones.

Hai Bugui was still struggling with himself, he didn't know whether he should believe Qin Feng.

"Open! Zhao Jun's odds are one to one, Qin Feng's odds are one to ten! I'll fight him!" Hai Bugui gritted his teeth, it's better to fight anyway.

When the odds were announced, the warriors in the Hundred Beasts Garden couldn't believe their eyes. After a short moment of shock, there was a landslide-like cheer, and colorful sound transmission notes flew out of the Hundred Beasts Garden.

"Brother, I have a good business to make money, bring your belongings here."

"Wife, take out all my savings from the bottom of the box, life is not going to last, not going to last!"

Crazy, the whole Hundred Beasts Garden fell into madness, and the amount of bets was rising crazily.

"The manager of this Hundred Beasts Garden is brave, betting all 60 million!" Hu Sha snorted.

"Manager Hai, the amount of bets has exceeded 500 million!"

"800 million!"

"1 billion!"

A billion-level bet is rarely seen even in the Hundred Beasts Garden, and all the bets are on Zhao Jun, Qin Feng only has a lonely 1 million.

"Hahaha, there are still idiots betting on this damn Qin Feng, isn't this giving away money?"

"Maybe they made a wrong bet?"

"Then these people are dead, and their spirit stones are destined to be gone."

Qin Feng suppressed his excitement. He was really afraid that he would rush out and kill the descendants of Zhao Huaiyi.

Zhao Jun glanced at Qin Feng behind the iron gate. This was his next opponent. He was mediocre and couldn't even take his sword.

"Hundred Beasts Garden, this is just the beginning!" Zhao Jun smiled coldly. The Hundred Beasts Garden in the Black Dragon Domain was just the beginning. Next, he would sweep all the Hundred Beasts Gardens in this world!

"The next battle will be a shocking one. One side is Zhao Jun, who has won 160 games in a row and crushed his opponents with his absolute strength. So far, no one has been able to catch his sword!"

"Ahhh, Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun!"

"Zhao Jun, go ahead and kill that kid!"

The warriors in the audience cheered when they heard Zhao Jun's name. They have made a fortune thanks to Zhao Jun. As long as they win one more game, they can live comfortably for the rest of their lives even if their legs are broken.

"And the challenger is Qin Feng who passed the battle of beasts in Tianwuzhou. He fought against hundreds of beasts alone, completing a feat that no one has accomplished in more than ten years. His strength is rarely matched in the Zhenyuan realm. He will be a powerful opponent of Zhao Jun, and may even end Zhao Jun's 160-game winning streak!"

"Tsk, who can't brag!"

"Shhhhh! Get out of here!"

"Why don't you live, young man? Why do you want to die!"

"I bet this kid can't catch Zhao Jun's sword!"

Compared to Zhao Jun's cheers, Qin Feng's appearance was booed. No matter how the commentator boasted about Qin Feng's strength, no one would believe it. Zhao Jun's strength has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. He is invincible in the Zhenyuan realm!

"Start!"

Zhao Jun stood up, and the long sword "whooshed" into his palm.

"Here it comes, here it comes, Zhao Jun is going to draw his sword!"

"Boom!" The warriors in the audience couldn't see the speed of Zhao Jun's sword at all, and a sword light had already slashed down.

"Win!" Many warriors have already started cheering. After Zhao Jun draws his sword, his opponent will be cut in half. This time, it won't be the same...

Suddenly, the noisy Colosseum fell silent. Everyone looked at the arena in disbelief. Qin Feng was not dead!

"Missed?"

"Impossible, I clearly heard a loud noise!"

Qin Feng just raised his right hand, and the sword light was blocked by him with one hand.

Qin Feng glanced at the shallow scar on his right hand: "I still underestimated you. With my current body, it is indeed a bit arrogant to take your sword light."

"The young master's sword light was blocked!" Hu Sha's face changed slightly. There should be no one in this world who can take the young master's sword. This person is definitely not a warrior in this world!

"Does taking my sword make you so excited?" Zhao Jun said lightly.

"Excited? Why do you think this sword makes me excited? To be honest, I am very disappointed. You are not as strong as I thought!" Qin Feng shook his head.

Zhao Jun did not talk to him. Why talk so much to a dead person?

That's right, in Zhao Jun's eyes, Qin Feng was already a dead man, a man who was bound to die!

"Thunder Hidden!" With a flash of lightning, Zhao Jun's body turned into a lightning flash in the Colosseum.

"Oh, what kind of martial arts is this!"

The speed of the lightning was too fast, and the naked eye could not keep up with it at all. One could only know that Zhao Jun was still moving through the rubble splashed on the Colosseum.

"Thunder Slash!" Suddenly a thunder fell, and the thunder turned into blades. Countless lightning blades fell from the sky, and the speed was so fast that there was no time to dodge.

Zhao Jun not only wanted to win, but also to win beautifully. This was the dignity of being a descendant of the imperial family!