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Xu Xiangbei grinned slyly: "When I, Xu Xiangbei, speak, my word is my bond. However, I’ve raised the stakes, so you must raise yours too. The wager should be added by both parties. You can’t take too much advantage of me."

Master Jiang thought it was reasonable. Xu Xiangbei had added ten million to the bet, and he needed to add something too. He asked Xu Xiangbei suspiciously, "What do you want me to add? I can’t think of anything I have that’s worth ten million."

Xu Xiangbei smiled and pointed to the roof of the martial arts hall: "Add this new martial arts hall. Though it’s worth at most two or three million, I’ll accept it even if it’s not worth ten million. At worst, I’ll just suffer a bit of a loss."

Master Jiang chuckled inwardly. Including three years of rent and sports equipment, this martial arts hall was worth at most one million. Using one million to win ten million from the other side was worth it.

He quickly agreed: "Fine, I’ll add this new martial arts hall. President Xu, if there are no other issues, let’s start the duel."

Master Jiang almost burst out laughing, envisioning himself holding two million in his hands. He quickly suppressed his laughter, clasped his fists, and made a gesture inviting Xu Xiangbei to proceed.

A cold smile flashed across Xu Xiangbei’s face. He was not one for such formalities and raised his fist to strike.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei’s fist coming, Master Jiang calmly crossed his hands to protect his chest.

Boom, Xu Xiangbei’s punch landed heavily on Master Jiang’s wristbands. Master Jiang crossed his hands defensively in front of his chest, striking an imposing defensive pose.

Some flattery-prone disciples watching from the side immediately shouted: "Master, nice defense."

"Master, great defense."

"Master, brilliant defense."

Despite the cheers from the disciples, Master Jiang felt bitter inside. It seemed like he defended well, but in reality, Xu Xiangbei intentionally punched his wristbands.

It seemed that he blocked Xu Xiangbei’s punch, but there was a torrent-like force in the punch, surging through his body from the wrist, shaking his blood and almost making him spit blood.

Now Master Jiang understood that Xu Xiangbei had shown mercy when he defeated the West City Martial Arts School’s disciples. From this punch alone, he could tell the punch contained Inner Strength; Xu Xiangbei was an Ancient Martial Artist.

Master Jiang, unwilling to be outdone, raised his fists to counterattack. His fists glowed with a blue hue visible only to Ancient Martial Artists; Master Jiang was also an Ancient Martial Artist.

However, he found himself at a disadvantage after losing the first opportunity, being suppressed by Xu Xiangbei.

His fists hadn’t even risen when Xu Xiangbei’s second punch came.

Boom, Master Jiang involuntarily crossed his hands again in a defensive posture as Xu Xiangbei’s fist heavily struck the Fine Steel Bracelets.

Master Jiang noticed the mocking smile at the corner of Xu Xiangbei’s mouth. He was startled; how could there be a sense that the young man was playing with him?

This young man is just punching steel wristbands foolishly?

These are steel; they can’t be broken. What’s this kid trying to do with it?

No complex moves, Xu Xiangbei just punched directly, one punch after another, a total of five punches landing on Master Jiang’s Fine Steel Bracelets.

A crisp crack was heard. His Fine Steel Bracelets, like glass, developed vein-like cracks on the surface.

Starting as a small point, the crack extended across the bracelet, and finally, with a snap, a pair of Fine Steel Bracelets shattered into dozens of pieces, falling from the wrist onto the floor.

All the disciples held their breath, not daring to make a sound. The large martial arts arena was very quiet, and the continuous sound of the Fine Steel Bracelets hitting the floor echoed loudly in their ears.

Even more terrifying was the cracking sound, making people think it was the sound of Master Jiang’s wrist bones cracking.

Everyone thought simultaneously, if Master Jiang hadn’t worn the Fine Steel Bracelets, would his wrist have been the one to break?

Master Jiang suddenly realized something, and his heart sank like it fell into a cold abyss, a chill rising from his spine.

As Master Jiang was momentarily stunned, Xu Xiangbei’s punch hit again, this time an uppercut from below, striking heavily at Master Jiang’s chin.

This punch used soft force; it did not break Master Jiang’s jaw nor a single tooth, but the immense force knocked him into the air.

In full view of everyone, Master Jiang flew into the air like a sandbag and then crashed heavily to the ground.

Master Jiang touched his jaw in fear. Besides his gums being broken and bleeding, not a single tooth was damaged.

Only then did he realize that he was absolutely no match for Xu Xiangbei.

As the principal of West City Martial Arts School, in Xu Xiangbei’s hands, he was just like a puppet.

Embarrassed and angry, Master Jiang wanted to punch Xu Xiangbei to death, but he had indeed lost.

Helplessly, he shouted to the disciples: "Everyone pack up, we’re leaving here today. Why are you still standing there? Didn’t you see that I lost?"

Everyone was in an uproar, except for the tall young man and Fatty Cui, who remained calm, exchanging a knowing look and a comforting glance.

They knew Xu Xiangbei’s strength; there was no suspense in Master Jiang being defeated by him.

Xu Xiangbei smiled: "Master Jiang, you truly keep your word. If you say you’ll give me this martial arts hall, then you’ll give it."

Master Jiang glared at Xu Xiangbei hatefully: "Kid, don’t get cocky. I lost to you this time, but I’ll go back and practice diligently. One day, I’ll return to defeat you."

Xu Xiangbei gave a cheeky grin and a thumbs up, laughing internally almost to the point of collapse: "That’s the spirit. When Master Jiang reaches that day, be sure to come find me. My company is located in Earth Sea City on Huaihai Road. Once you get there, just ask around, and you’ll quickly find our company building."

Xu Xiangbei couldn’t help but laugh, though he intended not to provoke Master Jiang too much: "Hahaha..."

Master Jiang’s face turned grim, knowing Xu Xiangbei was teasing him. He raised his fist, wanting to say something fiercely, but ultimately gave up, leaving the not-yet-finished martial arts hall in silence.

Master Jiang’s disciples were busy without daring to glare at Xu Xiangbei, and no one dared to mention wanting to hit him. If he could fling their master like a sandbag, they’d be reduced to pulp.

Xu Xiangbei stood smiling at the entrance, watching the big guys moving things out. Fatty Cui was so lazy; he only picked up a pair of boxing gloves, gave Xu Xiangbei a bow, and scurried off.

Xu Xiangbei stopped the tall young man who kept avoiding him.

Xu Xiangbei smirked mischievously: "Handsome, do you remember me?"

The tall young man pretended not to recognize Xu Xiangbei, shaking his head like a rattle, and with a wry smile, said: "Don’t know you, my brain is faulty, my memory is the worst."