ragginovel Chapter 75 Odds of Winning
Chapter 75 Odds of Winning
"No comparison!"
Qin Zhiyuan shouted, directly rejecting Chen Chan's suggestion.
He knew very well that Fan Zhou had never practiced any martial arts, so how could he compare with others?
Lou Zhenqing explained, "My disciple has only practiced some rudimentary swordsmanship and has never practiced fist and foot techniques. He is simply no match for me."
Princess Chenxing nodded slightly and said to Chen Chan, "Why don't you compete with Fan Zhou in weaponry?"
Chen Chan chuckled. "Your Highness, I'm using a spear, which is too much of an advantage."
Qin Zhiyuan sneered, "You've already reached the seventh level of the embryonic breathing stage, which gives you an advantage over everything else."
"There's nothing I can do about that; after all, I can't exactly force my cultivation level back."
Chen Chan spread his hands and casually said:
"In that case, let's test your strengths, Brother Fan. Even a sword fight with me would be fine, so you won't deny it if you lose."
"What kind of skill is it to fight a fourth-level cultivator while only having a seventh-level embryonic breathing technique! If you have any shame, send that kid behind you to fight!"
Qin Zhiyuan cursed him without any politeness, pointing at Chen Hao behind him.
Chen Hao's expression shifted slightly; he himself had the same idea.
After all, Chen Chan was already in the late stage of the Fetal Breathing Realm, so even if he won against Fan Zhou, it wouldn't be honorable.
But Chen Chan shook her head and refused Qin Zhiyuan's suggestion:
"My teammate is injured and needs someone to take care of him, so I'll have to play the second round."
He added another sentence in his mind:
"It must be me who does it."
They were the ones who started this conflict, with the aim of defeating Fan Zhou and undermining the power of Jianlu and Yue.
They thought it was a sure thing, but they were defeated in the first round, which caused their morale to plummet and damaged the prestige of the Gumi tribe.
Given Fan Zhou's demonstrated strength, even if Chen Hao were to play, he might not be able to win.
If Chen Hao loses, Fan Zhou will immediately be in a best-of-three situation, and Gu Mie's side will suffer a complete defeat.
Therefore, in this round, he, the strongest player, must take the stage.
No matter what means are used, Fan Zhou must be thoroughly defeated so that he is unable to fight a third match.
"I don't care if people say I'm bullying the weak. No matter what, I have to win, I can only win!"
Chen Chan clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on Fan Zhou.
He never imagined that this young man could push him to such a point.
Chen Hao also understood the current situation and could only silently lower his head.
"Brother Fan, have you decided what you want to compete in? If you really can't think of anything, we can compete in not saying a word."
Chen Chan was worried that Lou Zhenqing would stop the competition, so he left with Fan Zhou, who had won the match, and urged him to hurry up again.
Fan Zhou did not answer.
He was looking down and pondering from the beginning, as if he was struggling with something.
Everyone watched him silently, curious about what kind of contest he would come up with.
Qin Zhiyuan said anxiously, "What is this silly boy thinking? Why bother with such an unfair competition? He should just refuse."
Shen Yusheng, however, remained calm and smiled:
"This kid isn't stupid; he's definitely thinking of a way to fight that will be advantageous to him. Let's just watch and see."
Lou Zhenqing remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing Fan Zhou deep in thought and silent, Chen Chan felt uneasy, thinking that it would be troublesome if he came up with some unexpected trick.
He immediately assumed a boxing stance and shouted:
"Brother Fan, if you don't say anything soon, I'll take that as a yes!"
Fan Zhou then raised his head and smiled:
"That's right, I agree. Let's have a fistfight."
"What?!"
Qin Zhiyuan's eyes widened, and Shen Yusheng almost ripped off his beard.
Even Chen Chan was stunned.
Everyone present wondered if they had misheard.
Instead of using swordsmanship, which is advantageous to you, you choose to compete in hand-to-hand combat.
Wouldn't that be courting disaster?
"Is he deliberately trying to admit defeat?"
Chen Chan frowned slightly, thinking that this was quite possible.
After all, Gumi and Yue are on good terms, and they have just completed a big deal with Jianlu. It is reasonable for Fan Zhou to deliberately lose a round for the sake of the relationship between the two countries.
If that's the case, then both sides have one win and one loss.
If the two families say some polite words and give each other a way out, the matter will be over, and neither side will lose too much face.
The more Chen Chan thought about it, the more she felt it made sense, and she even felt a bit grateful to Fan Zhou.
Not just him, almost everyone present thought the same way.
Manager Lu of Qingfeng Ridge nodded slightly, this time sincerely praising:
"This child remains calm in the face of victory or defeat, and is unfazed by honor or disgrace; he is truly remarkable."
The other shopkeepers nodded in agreement; this was indeed the way to conduct oneself.
Elder Chen Qing finally smiled; thankfully, the situation hadn't escalated too much.
Princess Chenxing said softly, "Grandma, have someone send him some more gifts later as a token of our gratitude."
Elder Chen Qing nodded and agreed, "No problem."
Chen Chan bowed to Fan Zhou and said:
"Brother Fan truly lives up to his reputation as a disciple of the Sword Furnace. Chen Chan admires his magnanimity!"
Fan Zhou reached out to stop him, "Don't rush, I have another request."
"What are your requirements?" Chen Chan asked.
"Since we're going to have a fight, we should draw a circle around us. Whoever steps out of the circle loses, how about that?"
Chen Chan smiled and said generously, "What's the big deal? Brother Fan can draw as big a circle as you want."
"That's good."
Just as Fan Zhou was about to draw circles on the ground with calamus, Lou Zhenqing suddenly spoke up:
"A-Zhou, come here, I have a few questions for you."
Fan Zhou gestured to Chen Chan to wait a moment, then walked up to his master.
"Master, what do you want to ask me?"
Lou Zhenqing frowned. "You agreed to a martial arts contest with him, but are you confident you can win?"
Fan Zhou shook his head. "His level is far above mine. I only have a 50% chance of winning."
Qin Zhiyuan understood his implied meaning and exclaimed in surprise:
"You really want to fight him hand-to-hand!"
Fan Zhou raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, didn't I just agree to him?"
Shen Yusheng couldn't help but ask:
"But you've never practiced martial arts, how are you going to fight him?"
Fan Zhou smiled mysteriously, "Who said I haven't practiced?"
Qin Zhiyuan and Shen Yusheng exchanged a glance, then looked at Lou Zhenqing with suspicion.
"Don't look at me, I didn't teach him any martial arts."
Lou Zhenqing frowned deeply. "A-Zhou, do you really have a 50% chance of winning?"
Fan Zhou nodded seriously. "Not bad."
"Where exactly do you get your chance of winning?" Qin Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask.
Fan Zhou said seriously, "I can't say it now, or it won't work."
Qin Zhiyuan said irritably, "I think you're just a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers. With that kid's seventh level of Nascent Soul cultivation, you couldn't beat him even with one hand."
"I think you should just concede this round. You'll be facing that tall kid next round, so you'll still have a chance for best of three."
Fan Zhou shook his head and smiled:
"That's just a clever trick; how can that be convincing?"
"I don't just want to defeat them, I want to subdue them."