At this moment, the two figures crossed paths.
Zhang Haoran didn't look back, slowly walking forward as his longsword gradually returned to its sheath.
Meanwhile, Zhou Qing received the same treatment as his brother, being decapitated by a single sword strike.
At this point, the entire arena erupted in thunderous cheers.
His final sword strike was simply too cool. Moreover, Zhang Haoran had won both his fights, both by decapitation.
Those who came to watch the matches were all looking for excitement. Situations like a single sword strike leading to decapitation, with blood spurting several meters high, were truly rare.
Regardless of whether these people were cheering excitedly or cursing due to losing money, it no longer had anything to do with Zhang Haoran; he wouldn't be fighting again.
He slowly walked over to Lü Fengrou and sat down.
Then, he asked with a grin, "Teacher, how much money did we make?"
It was his first time fighting a death match on stage. To say he wasn't nervous would definitely be a lie. So, he hadn't paid attention to the odds of either side.
Lü Fengrou eyed Zhang Haoran askance and said mockingly, "Why aren't you playing it cool anymore? Who told you to fight the second match?"
He could only lower his head and endure the scolding. After Lü Fengrou had lectured him for a while, he quietly said, "Teacher, I only dared to fight the second match because I was confident. More importantly, I don't want someone constantly plotting against me from behind.
If I hadn't accepted this match, even if I wanted to fight him in a death match again, he probably wouldn't accept. Having such an enemy constantly plotting from behind would definitely be very troublesome."
Lü Fengrou nodded, indicating her approval. The opponent had only dared to fight him because he had just finished a match.
Seeing that Lu Fengrou was no longer angry, Zhang Haoran quickly asked, "Teacher, what were the odds for both matches, exactly?"
Lü Fengrou looked at him again, confirming that he truly didn't know. She also understood that while he appeared composed on stage, he must have been very nervous internally.
She no longer kept him in suspense and said, "You've struck it rich, kid. The first match was one to one, and the second match was one to one point five. You earned fifty million from the first match. You earned one hundred and fifty million from the second match. You earned two hundred million from both matches, kid. Don't you think you've struck it rich? Of course, there's also your appearance fee, which should be two million for both matches."
Zhang Haoran was also very excited upon hearing this. Then he quietly said to Lü Fengrou, "Teacher, you've underestimated it by two hundred and fifty million. I agreed to fight the second match. They were supposed to pay one hundred million first, and I used that one hundred million to bet on myself to win. I earned another one hundred and fifty million."
Upon hearing this, Lü Fengrou looked at him in surprise and said, "I really didn't expect you, kid, to earn so much money just by fighting two matches. That adds up to four hundred and fifty million, which is almost as much as me."
Zhang Haoran then looked at Lü Fengrou and quietly asked, "Teacher, how much money did you earn? You actually earned more than me. We've taken away so much money at once. Can the organizers really let us leave?"
Lü Fengrou glared at Zhang Haoran in annoyance: "Don't go asking about things you shouldn't know. I, your teacher, have painstakingly taught you. What's wrong with me earning some money? Do you have an objection?
As for the organizers, you don't need to worry. They run a business, they're not afraid of you making money. Besides, if they don't let us leave, what can they do? Can they stop me?"
Zhang Haoran repeatedly waved his hands and said, "No, no. It's only right for Teacher to earn money. The fact that you could put so much money on me shows your trust in me. I'm grateful, I couldn't possibly have any objections."
After waiting a little longer, his Life Qi had recovered quite a bit. At this moment, a waiter came to call him and Lü Fengrou backstage.
First, he congratulated him on winning the matches. Then, he took out a check and handed it to Zhang Haoran, for two hundred and fifty million.
Bets made via bank card were directly transferred back to the bank card.
Then he took out another check for two million, which was the appearance fee.
There was also a pair of gauntlets and a short blade. These were his spoils of war. Although he hadn't collected them at the time, the waiter had helped to collect them.
After taking the check and the items, Zhang Haoran looked at Lü Fengrou and asked, "Teacher, should we go back or continue watching the matches?"
At this moment, Lü Fengrou also put away her bank card, then handed Zhang Haoran's bank card back to him and said, "What's there to see? If it weren't for you to see some blood, I wouldn't even come to this place."
After speaking, she turned and walked outside, and Zhang Haoran quickly followed.
The two returned to Magic Martial Arts University, and Lü Fengrou further instructed, "It's natural to feel a bit unaccustomed after seeing blood for the first time. For the next few days, just Cultivate appropriately. Walk around more, look around more, and read more books when you have nothing to do. Or you can go to class. In short, relax."
Zhang Haoran listened carefully. When Lü Fengrou finished speaking, he nodded to show that he understood. Lü Fengrou waved her hand and left.
It was his first time killing someone, and he killed two at once. Both were decapitated by his sword. He truly felt a bit unaccustomed.
Even now, recalling that scene still made him feel a bit like vomiting.
Not listening to the elders will lead to suffering. Zhang Haoran decided to listen to the elders. After seeing his teacher off, he began to wander around the Magic Martial Arts University.
As he wandered, he arrived at the Logistics Department. He found a secluded spot and took out the wine gourd he had taken a sip from last time.
Upon arriving at the Logistics Department, he found Li Changsheng. Li Changsheng noticed that Zhang Haoran's state was a bit off. He sniffed, detecting a hint of blood.
Li Changsheng probably understood what was going on: "So, you went to see some blood today."
Zhang Haoran wasn't surprised that Li Changsheng noticed. Although he had tried his best to avoid it, there were still some bloodstains on the tips of his shoes and trouser legs.
Hearing Li Changsheng's question, Zhang Haoran nodded. Li Changsheng gestured, and he followed him to the rest room in the back.
Li Changsheng sat on a chair, unhooked the wine gourd from his waist, held it in his hand, and took a leisurely sip, saying, "What happened? Tell me."
Zhang Haoran felt much more relaxed seeing Li Changsheng's leisurely demeanor. He pulled up a chair and sat down. He took out the wine gourd from his embrace and, imitating Li Changsheng, took a big gulp.
However, he, who rarely drank liquor, almost choked. The most crucial thing was that he didn't find it that delicious; besides being spicy, there was nothing else.
Seeing Zhang Haoran waste good wine like that, Li Changsheng snatched the wine gourd away. He rummaged through the room, took out a can of beer, and threw it over.
Zhang Haoran didn't mind; this item was meant to be given away. Besides, he had already taken two sips, and only Li Changsheng would want it. He would be too embarrassed to give it to anyone else.
He took the beer, pulled the tab, and chugged half a can in one go.
"Hmm, this is more refreshing to drink," he said, while taking another bottle of beer from Li Changsheng's cabinet. The two drank and chatted. Zhang Haoran told Li Changsheng about today's situation.
When he mentioned using the Haoran Swordplay to decapitate two opponents with two strikes.
Li Changsheng was very satisfied and even pointed out his shortcomings. The first time, he didn't even need to draw his sword; the opponent would have died anyway. However, drawing the sword was still necessary.
A sudden counterattack is a normal occurrence. Never relax until you see that the enemy is dead.
The more an enemy has only one breath left, the more dangerous they are.
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