The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"Ha-ha! Lawrence, do you see what | was talking about now?

| was smart choosing him to fight your slave!"

Wilfred bragged as he looked at Lawrence.

"How is this possible?"

Lawrence frowned towards the ground. Then he glared at Austin silently, and he wished that he could run at him and beat him to

death.

"Now that you lost, | will take all these treasures.

Lawrence, | am sorry that you lost all this to me.

How do you feel now? You must being feeling terrible."

With a wave of his hand, Wilfred snatched all the treasures that Lawrence had bet.

The Buddhist scriptures and the Sarira were among them.

Austin saw this and he smiled.

The Buddhist scriptures and the Sarira were the reason why he had fought with that slave in the first place.

"Lawrence, what's wrong with you? Why are you so quiet?

Weren't you just bragging minutes ago?"

Wilfred taunted.

It was nice to serve Lawrence a taste of his own medicine.

"Wilfred, | admit that | lost.

You found a good slave!" Lawrence said, stressing every syllable.

He was simmering with rage. No one wanted to be a loser.

He raised his head and glared at Austin. 'lt is all this human brat's fault. | am humiliated because of him."

Lawrence's eyes burned murderously.

Austin, on the other hand, was standing quietly beside the stage, as if nothing had happened.

He waited for the next competition. There was no reason to fear anyone present.

‘Now that I've won a round, | don't mind playing more rounds.

That way, | can get more treasures.

| can't pass up such a good opportunity, ' Austin thought to himself.

He wanted to obtain as many cultivation resources and treasures as he could.

There were many genuine divine gods of the beast race present.

Austin even saw that a genuine premium-grade divine god had placed his bet.

Therefore, there were samazing treasures to be gathered.

"Lawrence, how about we make another bet?

Or are you afraid of my humble slave now?

Ha-ha!"

Wilfred was elated. He hadn't seen eye to eye with Lawrence for a long time, and they had gambled many times in the Wrestling

Ring.

Sometimes Wilfred won and sometimes Lawrence won. But he had never won so much from Lawrence before.

Looking at the gloomy expression on Lawrence's face, Wilfred grinned from ear to ear.

"Although you won this time, it doesn't mean you will always be the winner," Lawrence snapped.

He took a deep breath to control his anger, turned around, and intended to take his leave.

"Con, Lawrence. What's the rush?

The Wrestling Ring is your favorite!

It has just been a while since we had fun together. Are you sure you are leaving now? What's wrong? Are you still the Lawrence

that | once knew?

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You gothere against my will, remember? And now you're leavinghere?"

Wilfred continued to mock Lawrence, occasionally bursting into laughter.

Lawrence didn't retaliate.

Instead, his face turned sadder.

'How dare he embarrasslike this? One day, | will embarrass him the sway, ' Lawrence swore to himself.

As he made his way towards the exit of the Wrestling Ring, a mocking voice reached his ears.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Lawrence?

Now that we are here, let's have a good time,"

the voice said.

Scowling, Lawrence tried to leave again, but a group of people were walking into the Wrestling Ring.

The person in front was a member of the beast race. He was tall and had a blue horn on his forehead. Strong demonic aura

emanated from him.

He was a genuine medium-grade divine god.

"Weber!

You've arrived!"

Lawrence exclaimed, stopping quickly in his tracks.

"Perfect timing, Weber.

Wilfred brought a very powerful slave.

| think he is eager to make a bet with you!"

Lawrence said as an idea occurred to him.

It seemed that Weber perked up slightly at hearing this. "Oh, is that so?

Which one are you talking about?"

Weber asked Lawrence, looking around at everyone who was present.

"It's that human brat standing beside the stage.

Weber, don't underestimate him.

My most competent slave was killed by him in one move,"

Lawrence answered, pointing at Austin.

"What? That human brat did that? How?"

Weber looked at Austin. He didn't seem like anything special.

A second later, Weber started laughing.

"Ha-ha!

Are you serious?

You're tellingthat he is scary good?

That he finished off your most powerful slave in one strike? You are really a terrible liar, Lawrence.

Do you think you can fool me?

Don't insult my intelligence,"

Weber said, angry and amused.

"No! Weber, | didn't make it up.

If you don't believe me, you can gamble with Wilfred.

| advise you to be careful. Otherwise, you will end up like me,"

Lawrence replied, feeling slightly annoyed.

"Wilfred, tell me.

What the hell is going on?

You choose such a weak slave. What were you thinking?

| can't believe that your slave even fooled Lawrence. How did he do that?

| am impressed.

Ha-ha!"

Weber laughed wildly.

"No..."

Wilfred's face reddened, feeling shcreep up ononce again.

Judging by his expression, Austin could tell that he was slightly afraid of Weber.

In fact, Weber and Wilfred didn't get on well.

Like Wilfred and Lawrence, Weber was also a genuine medium-grade divine god.

Although there was no deep hatred between all three of them, they were always hostile to one another and enjoyed embarrassing

each other.

In fact, it was all because of the Wrestling Ring.

Now that the three gathered in the Wrestling Ring, they wouldn't throw away such a good chance to humiliate one another.

Wilfred was on worse terms with Weber than with Lawrence.

In the past, Wilfred had lost to Weber many times in the Wrestling Ring.

"Wilfred, | have something to suggest to you.

Listen carefully.

| will send one of my ordinary slaves to compete with your slave.

Let's make a bet.

What do you think?"

Weber offered with a sly smile.

"Great.

I'm confident in my slave.

But | have one condition.

I'm not interested in a small bet.

If you want to bet, let's make it big,"

Wilfred agreed immediately.

He had faith in Austin. "Weber himself can't even defeat my master, not to mention Weber's slave, ' he thought to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wilfred took out a large number of treasures and piled them up on the ground.

They were the treasures that he had just won from Lawrence.

There were dozens of valuable items among them, drawing attention of all the spectators present.

"That looks like everything you have,"

Weber commented, questioning Wilfred's reasoning.

"Are you afraid?

If you are, then forget it. | will cancel the bet,"

Wilfred said with a sneer.

He was speaking like this because it was all part of Austin's plan.

Wilfred needed to coax Weber into making a big bet with him.

"Humph! Don't be ridiculous.

| will bet with you. | don't fear anything.

You want to make a big bet? I'll play along!"

Weber barked, frowning down at him.

After speaking, he drew out a large number of treasures that formed a dozen heaps on the ground.

"Benny, you are up.

Go get that weakling,"

Weber ordered one of his slaves.

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"You got it. | will slay him in a blow," the slave replied confidently.

The muscles in his arms bulged as he crossed them over his bare chest and began walking to the stage.

He was a big guy. When he stepped onto the platform, Austin felt the ground shaking slightly. He met Austin's gaze with a cruel

smile.

"Wilfred, don't blme for not reminding you.

Although Benny is just an ordinary medium-grade divine god, he can easily take out opponents whose cultivation base is higher

than his.

He can bring down an ordinary premium-grade divine god in a heartbeat,"

Weber said proudly.

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