A Gambling Battle Is Fine

"I didn't expect you to be so famous in your hometown. You're said to be a future King. Looks like

you really are a genius. It's my good fortune to meet you."

He Jun suppressed his disgust and pretended to flatter him. His attitude was very enthusiastic.

"Since that's the case, why don't we have a match at the Black Moon Tower's arena. The wager

doesn't need to be too big, just fifty million federal coins will do."

He extended five fingers with a treacherous expression.

Everyone else was shocked. They immediately saw through He Jun's evil intentions.

An ordinary martial artist's annual income was only fifty to sixty million federal coins. This included

eating, drinking, and buying all kinds of pills to assist in cultivation. They even had to buy all kinds

of powerful equipment.

It would be good if they had one-fifth of that money left.