Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

After Lan Xin walked out of the private room, a wave of helplessness spread across Dongfang Weimei's face.

After a while, the host's voice sounded:

"Everyone might think that our club is deliberately going easy, but we're not. Alright, I won't say much more. Next up is Yuwen Young Master's personal maid, Miss Xiao Di, with the odds being 1:0.5. Please place your bets enthusiastically."

As soon as the host finished speaking, a wave of commotion erupted.

What do you mean by not going easy? Are you not being obvious? And directly not allowing people to bet, you're just deliberately going easy on that guy and then not letting us bet because you're afraid we'd win money from you, hey, truly despicable and shameless!

Exactly, how shameless!

So shameless, but still quite entertaining.

Mm-hmm, exactly, Luo, didn't you see that rhino still rolling around? It's really hilarious, so funny!

These wealthy people with nothing better to do just seek some mental stimulation or entertainment. As long as it gives them a thrill or some fun, they acknowledge it wholeheartedly.

Take, for example, a popular show on a certain channel; it has no real value, but it can make people laugh. Under this high-pressure society, if something can make you laugh, it can become popular and make money, so that show made money.

And the Rose Club brings people mental stimulation, so it has also made quite a lot of money.

"Yuwen Young Master's personal maid, Miss Xiao Di?" a spectator said, confused.

"Don't you know? Yuwen Young Master is Yuwen Wuji! The second son of the Yuwen Family, the really arrogant one, even more arrogant than his brother Yuwen Batian, got it? I heard his personal maid Miss Xiao Di is quite formidable!" the man sitting next to the confused spectator said with disdain, as if not knowing about Yuwen Wuji's personal maid Xiao Di was a very trivial matter.

"What are you so smug about! I already knew, just thought Yuwen Young Master's personal maid should be Xiao Lan, how did it become Xiao Di suddenly?"

"You don't know! I've heard Yuwen Young Master once had a racing match on Panlong Mountain and lost Miss Xiao Lan to the Wen Family's young master, Wen Yang." Another man spoke up.

"Really, that happened?"

"Of course! That time, I was there in person, you wouldn't believe it, that time, it was just..."

...

In the Duel Arena, Zhu Bufan heard the host's words, and his brow furrowed tightly.

He had met Xiao Di before, last time at 'Satisfaction Guaranteed,' when he competed with her in dice games.

This woman left a deep impression on Zhu Bufan, her hearing was formidable, she was quite a competent woman.

However, as for her combat skills, Zhu Bufan hadn't really observed them thoroughly.

Now, with Yuwen Wuji sending Xiao Di out to battle, it seemed he wanted Zhu Bufan to remain here for good.

At this time, Zhu Bufan's brow furrowed.

However, at this moment, the iron gate opened.

As the iron gate opened, the next moment, a woman dressed in white emerged from the passage inside, and she held a long sword in her hand.

This woman was none other than Yuwen Wuji's current personal maid, Xiao Di.

At this moment, Xiao Di looked like an ancient female swordsman, so heroic and valiant.

She appeared so imposing, so cold.

She walked out, slowly approaching Zhu Bufan, and stopped not far from him, looking at him with no expression.

But then, the iron gate opened once more, and this time, it was a man who walked out, carrying a long saber.

About one and a half meters long, it had a greyish tint, appearing somewhat ancient, and its exterior suggested it had some years behind it, but it was unclear from which era it originated.

The man quickly walked up to Zhu Bufan, handed over the long saber, and respectfully said, "Mr. Zhu, this is prepared for you by our young lady, she wishes you the best!"

After hearing the man's words, Zhu Bufan was puzzled. His young lady? Who could it be? Did he know her? This?

Recalling the previous three matches he fought, Zhu Bufan realized that maybe he really did know the young lady.

After a brief pause, Zhu Bufan quickly replied, "Please relay my thanks to your young lady. If I manage to leave here alive, I will definitely invite her to dinner!"

"Alright, Mr. Zhu, I will convey your words. If you have no other instructions, I shall take my leave!" the man replied with respect and humility.

"No, that's all, you may go!" Zhu Bufan said.

After the man bowed to Zhu Bufan, he left the Duel Arena.

Once the man left, the host's voice echoed: "Begin."

Immediately, the spectators started shouting loudly.

"Zhu Bufan, pound her hard, beat her to death, pound her to pieces. Make sure it's rough!"

"Right, yes, pound her to pieces."

...

This time it was not just some women shouting wildly, but some men with eyes glowing with green light were doing it. Ever since Xiao Di appeared, their eyes were glued to Xiao Di's enormous bosom!

Why weren't they cheering for Xiao Di to beat Zhu Bufan instead? Everyone knows, men generally like to watch those sorts of things, right? If Zhu Bufan and Xiao Di were to enact such a scene in the Duel Arena, they would surely be delighted to watch.

Zhu Bufan glanced at the expressionless Xiao Di and then jokingly said, "Miss Xiao Di, we have no feud, how about we don't fight, and you concede, how about it?"

Even as he spoke, Zhu Bufan was already sensing the strength of this woman in front of him.

In just a short while, Zhu Bufan concluded that this woman's strength was formidable, nearly equal to his own, possibly a master at the Grandmaster Realm.

However, just as Zhu Bufan's words fell, Xiao Di picked up her longsword and instantly lunged at Zhu Bufan's throat.

A sword aimed to seal the throat!

Right from the beginning, a killing move, aiming to take a life, Zhu Bufan was taken aback.

Honestly, the saber Zhu Bufan held was a good one, but he couldn't use it because he didn't know any saber skills! Seeing this, Zhu Bufan's eyes were about to turn green with envy.

Initially, when that man handed Zhu Bufan the saber, Zhu Bufan intended to refuse, but the young lady helped him so significantly, if he refused, wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

Thus, Zhu Bufan didn't refuse!