Players all exclaimed, "Shit!" At the sight of Xu Yuanping’s blood bar suddenly shaking violently and dropping a significant portion, his figure flew several meters away and slammed onto the ground with a thud.
After a bit of twisting, he incredibly managed to stagger back to his feet, his hair disheveled and blood streaming from his mouth, staining his white shirt mostly red.
Jiang Dali nodded with a smile in his eyes, "Not bad, not bad. It seems that with your ghastly appearance, you must have practiced Dharma’s Muscle Strengthening Scripture. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have survived my Great Strength palm and be able to stand up so quickly; you would have certainly ended up with broken bones and tendons."
In his view, Xu Yuanping’s blood bar had initially dropped by a third directly.
Yet, after twisting on the ground to relieve the force and standing back up, the blood bar had already recovered to only a quarter lost, and it continued to slowly repair itself.
The surrounding players naturally could also see such a scene, all astounded by the power of divine skills and martial arts, expressing looks of envy and longing.
"I lost. I abide by the bet..."
Xu Yuanping, coughing up blood, staggered forward and said, "I will now tell you the mental method incantation of Dharma’s Muscle Strengthening Scripture."
Jiang Dali, corners of his mouth lifted in a smile, withdrew his hand and said, "That’s very good. You don’t need to feel down. I never intended to detain Miss Xiao, I’ll let her go shortly.
Besides, your loss today isn’t your fault.
After all, I am three to four years older than you, and I have absorbed a lot of people’s inner Qi with evil skills, allowing me to overpower you.
However, though evil skills are quick to provide strength, they have many drawbacks in the long run. You might not lose the next time if you become stronger. I look forward to you defeating me next time."
Jiang Dali went to great lengths to maintain Xu Yuanping’s fighting spirit, hoping that he would bet and lose other martial arts to him in the future.
He also intentionally comforted the opponent, creating the illusion that he might be able to turn the tables in the future, much like a crafty casino shark tempting a novice gambler deeper into the abyss.
Xu Yuanping was indeed naïve.
Hearing that Jiang Dali was willing to release Xiao Chacha, he felt his previous efforts weren’t wasted and felt somewhat exhilarated.
Hearing Jiang Dali openly discuss the pros and cons of cultivating evil skills, he thought that although the other was bad, he wasn’t beyond redemption—certainly better than those who commit treacheries behind the scenes. Realizing he was indeed much younger than his opponent and might indeed have a chance to get even in the future, his expression greatly improved.
"Good! You’re right, I lost the bet to you today, but I might not lose in the future."
Revived with a spirited gaze, Xu Yuanping stared at Jiang Dali and declared, "Next time we meet, I will definitely win, and then I will choose one martial art from what you have learned as my trophy!"
Jiang Dali barely suppressed a laugh and nodded solemnly, "You indeed are a genius with strong intellect and will; you can withstand setbacks. Master Hui Kong wasn’t wrong in his judgment. It looks like I, the Black Wind Village Chief, am destined to have another formidable hero as an enemy in the future!"
Xu Yuanping, filled with grand spirit, loudly said, "I will catch up and surpass you very soon! Just you wait!"
Seeing this, Ding Yanshan and others had complex expressions, while Cha Yu felt a mix of disappointment and jealousy.
He, too, was a young genius, but he hadn’t received such high esteem from the formidable Black Wind Village Chief, who saw him as a future formidable opponent. What a high appraisal that was!
The surrounding players, however, sighed internally, a black line forming on their foreheads.
What ancient book’s treasure was this Xu Yuanping?
Having such a severe adolescent fantasy! To not say whether he can defeat the Black Wind Village Chief in the future, just looking at the current gap, getting beaten until spitting blood and yet still able to speak boldly and spiritedly?
Is this really okay? This isn’t good, youngster, you really don’t know what ’mouse tail juice’ means...
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