Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques

"I choose... to continue!"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

No one in the battlefield seemed particularly surprised.

Generally, those who come to participate in the battlefield, after winning three consecutive matches, rarely choose to leave and instead opt to continue.

But every continuation is essentially teetering on the brink of life and death.

"Very well, I will arrange your fourth martial duel."

"As usual, it will be arranged in three days."

"By the way, you can call me Wang Cheng. For anything regarding the battlefield, you can come directly to me."

Lu Changsheng nodded slightly.

The fact that someone from the battlefield had initiated by sharing their name obviously meant they had taken notice of Lu Changsheng.

From this single detail alone, Lu Changsheng could already tell that he was no longer insignificant in the battlefield.

Time flew by, and three days later, Wang Cheng sought out Lu Changsheng.

"Your next duel opponent is Zhang Long! He has previously won five consecutive matches and is incredibly powerful."

"You still have the choice to refuse!"

Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.

This was the right granted to martial artists who had achieved three consecutive victories—to refuse a match.

"Zhang Long... I've seen his fights! No need to refuse. Him it is."

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"Very well, then sign the agreement and leave your spiritual imprint."

Lu Changsheng nodded lightly.

The agreement and imprint would naturally become void after the duel.

Before every match, an agreement would be signed, and another imprint would be left.

Until the agreement was signed, refusal was still an option.

After leaving his spiritual imprint, Lu Changsheng waited quietly.

At this moment, the duel between Lu Changsheng and Zhang Long sparked much discussion.

"Lu Changsheng, after three consecutive victories, is entering a fourth duel, and his opponent is Zhang Long."

"This Zhang Long is no ordinary opponent. He's already won five matches consecutively, showcasing incredible strength."

"Exactly. Zhang Long also commands five types of Laws, and his Divine Arts are ever-changing, perfectly synergized. His combat prowess is incredibly formidable. Lu Changsheng is in real danger."

"Heh, no matter what, I'm betting on Lu Changsheng again. I've made quite a fortune off him already."

"However, the odds on Lu Changsheng this time are slightly lower. Seems like a lot of people are betting on him."

"I still think Lu Changsheng has the edge..."

Lu Changsheng was unaware of all this. He simply waited quietly.

Several hours later, Wang Cheng arrived again to update Lu Changsheng on the bets for this match.

"The total Spirit Stone wager for this match is 13,640 pieces!"

Wang Cheng's expression was somewhat excited.

Over ten thousand Spirit Stones!

And this was only Lu Changsheng's fourth match!

Of course, this was largely because his opponent was Zhang Long, a top-tier Dao Foundation martial artist with five consecutive wins and a strong reputation.

A single duel, breaking ten thousand Spirit Stones.

Moreover, the odds were set at one to one.

"If there's nothing else..."

Wang Cheng's sentence was abruptly cut off by Lu Changsheng.

"I want to place a bet."

Lu Changsheng said.

"You want to bet? Of course, no issue, as long as it's within the total wager limit."

Wang Cheng didn't attempt to persuade Lu Changsheng to reconsider.

The reason was simple.

If Lu Changsheng lost, it would mean death.

And if death was the outcome, hoarding Spirit Stones would be meaningless.

In fact, many martial artists who entered the battlefield often bet on themselves.

"I'll wager 474 Spirit Stones."

Lu Changsheng naturally placed his entire fortune on himself.

"474 Spirit Stones? No problem."

Wang Cheng accepted the Spirit Stones.

But that wasn't the end of it.

Lu Changsheng produced a porcelain vial and said in a serious tone, "I'll also wager one drop of Heavenly Spirit Water. Based on market prices, a drop of Heavenly Spirit Water is worth ten thousand Spirit Stones!"

"Heavenly Spirit Water?"

Wang Cheng was shocked.

That was Heavenly Spirit Water.

Even a single drop was worth at least ten thousand Spirit Stones.

Moreover, Heavenly Spirit Water is considered a universally accepted hard currency.

It's even more valuable than Spirit Stones, as it never depreciates in worth.

"Are you sure about betting a drop of Heavenly Spirit Water?"

Wang Cheng couldn't help but ask.

"Place the bet!"

Lu Changsheng responded without hesitation.

Previously, he hadn't wagered it because no match had reached a total wager of ten thousand Spirit Stones.

Thus, he couldn't place a bet with Heavenly Spirit Water.

But now, this match's total wager reached over ten thousand, allowing Lu Changsheng to use his Heavenly Spirit Water.

"Alright, hand over the Heavenly Spirit Water."

Wang Cheng accepted the Heavenly Spirit Water and promptly placed the bet.

Lu Changsheng was entirely at ease.

This time, if he won, he would claim a colossal fortune in Spirit Stones.

The reason he participated in the battlefield was precisely to amass such great wealth!

Afterward, Lu Changsheng slowly closed his eyes and waited quietly.

An hour later, Lu Changsheng stepped onto the arena.

This was his fourth duel!

On the arena, Zhang Long was already present.

This was Zhang Long's sixth duel.

Zhang Long was overwhelmingly dominant, crushing his opponents one after the other with a flawless synergy of Divine Arts.

His combat prowess was beyond formidable.

"Begin."

With the announcement from the battlefield, the match started.

"Boom."

Zhang Long moved.

He knew that facing Lu Changsheng, speed was crucial.

Moreover, Zhang Long was well aware of Lu Changsheng's ability to seemingly imprison his opponents with a mysterious Divine Art.

Therefore, Zhang Long couldn't allow Lu Changsheng to unleash that dreadful imprisonment technique.

In the next moment, within Zhang Long's mind, a faintly visible rare Law began to materialize.

"Divine Art: Spiritual Shock!"

"Buzz."

An invisible wave of Spiritual Shock surged toward Lu Changsheng instantaneously.

No one had expected Zhang Long to have mastered the Spiritual Law and even be capable of unleashing a Spiritual Divine Skill.

"What? Zhang Long has six Laws and even cultivated a Spiritual Divine Skill?"

"Zhang Long sure hid it well. In his first five matches, he never revealed his Spiritual Law or used Spiritual Divine Skills. He kept it hidden until now."