Shen Hong looked at them with equal suspicion.
The six cultivators were no less shocked than they were.
The six men were deathly pale, their eyes filled with utter disbelief. They muttered to themselves:
"Impossible! How could there be such a powerful cultivator?"
"We six… we can only control one person, but he… he controlled eleven people at once! What kind of energy is that! Does such a thing still exist in modern society?"
"I still don't believe it. Could it be something else… something else? Controlling eleven people at the same time, and controlling them more fiercely than us, with greater impact—what level is that?"
"Definitely above level five!"
…
Shen Hong, who had previously appeared dashing and composed, couldn't help but panic and roared, "What does this mean?"
This roar was clearly disrespectful to his six teachers.
However, the six cultivators showed no sign of taking offense; they were completely stunned.
The elder, around sixty years old, sighed deeply, saying with profound regret, "Little Shen, your opponents have a cultivator far stronger than us. We're all around level two, while he's at least level five! This might not have been anything special three or four hundred years ago, but in modern society, it's absolutely terrifying!"
A tall, thin man around fifty years old also looked dejected: "Yes, the six of us can only control one person, while that cultivator can control an entire team. Such strength is truly unbelievable!"
As they spoke, a hint of panic appeared on their faces.
The youngest of the six said resentfully, "That Zhuang Sicong is too cunning! He probably knew we were there all along. While we were unleashing our power, he remained inactive, waiting until our energy was depleted before suddenly appearing in the last few minutes! Otherwise, at least the six of us could have put up a fight with him, humph!"
His words carried a hint of murderous intent.
The other five nodded blankly, seemingly agreeing with the young man, but in reality, they were only saving face for themselves. Each of them knew that a cultivator of that level would require at least ten times more than six of them to defeat him. Six level two cultivators could barely handle a level three cultivator, but against a level five, they would be utterly crushed.
Each level advancement was incredibly arduous, but once achieved, the power increased many times over.
Shangguan Jinwang couldn't help but show his displeasure: "You mean he's only one person, and the six of you can't even handle him? That's ridiculous!"
"What do you mean?" the young man shouted, "How could you possibly understand the world of us Xuan cultivators?"
The woman who had been silent until now also spoke up, her words sharp: "Xiao Shen, how can your friend speak like that? This is too much! The other side actually has a high-level Xuan cultivator hidden away, and you didn't even find out, causing us to lose face and suffer in silence, yet you're still so arrogant? Truly outrageous!"
Shen Hong took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, then looked at Shangguan Jinwang with a sinister gaze: "Did you hear that? Jinwang, you've disappointed me greatly. Between you and me, you should know Zhuang Sicong best, but he has such a powerful expert by his side, possibly even lying in ambush to deal with us, and you didn't even know!"
Shangguan Jinwang's face turned pale, completely pale. He wanted to retort, but felt powerless.
He stared blankly outside.
Outside, around the stadium, applause and cheers erupted like a tidal wave. The Yongda players sat listlessly on the ground, looking utterly exhausted. The Longwei players, on the other hand, ran wildly across the field like rabbits, with fans constantly rushing in to hug them; some beautiful women even tackled them.
In the final five minutes, Longwei Football Team turned the tide, completely dominating the game and scoring seven goals in a massacre. They had won!
Shangguan Jinwang's heart clenched with pain, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the sofa.
He swallowed hard, knowing he was doomed.
He thought it was a sure win, betting nearly 100 million yuan, and now it was all gone.
And what about his friends and relatives who had bet on him to win? Their spittle would drown him!
At this moment, Shangguan Mingbo, oblivious to the danger, rushed over, wailing, "Brother Jinwang, we lost! We lost! That ten million... besides your five million, there's my five million too! Most of it was borrowed! What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I've lost terribly this time... Didn't you say we were sure to win?"
Shangguan Jinwang, with a sudden burst of strength, kicked him away.
Shen Hong, though slightly calmer, still looked utterly defeated, staring blankly outside.
He felt a tightness in his chest; he had also invested a considerable amount of money!
Who exactly was that person hiding in Zhuang Sicong's camp?
"Damn it, who is that person? How could Zhuang Sicong have such a powerful accomplice? He couldn't possibly know our plan!" Shangguan Jinwang clenched his fists, roaring.
Downstairs, on the seventh floor, Zhuang Keluo excitedly threw herself into Lu Chen's arms, clinging tightly to his waist. His two breasts were so firm they were distorted by the pressure on his chest.
The stimulation this gave Lu Chen was truly powerful!
"Brother Chen, you're so cool! You're amazing! How did you do that? How could... I didn't see how you did it! You just stared straight outside, and then those guys from Yongda either fell down or looked like they hadn't eaten for three days. Are you... are you a magician too?"
Lu Chen chuckled: "It's a family secret, I can't just tell anyone!"
He even struck a mysterious pose. A hint of fatigue showed on his face.
Controlling the actions of eleven people simultaneously—Lu Chen was truly skilled and daring! When he used his Curse God ability and issued commands with his mind, his inner energy surged forth, transforming into corresponding power.
It was like a tidal wave!
Lu Chen was even startled, worried that he wouldn't have enough inner energy. Fortunately, after the perfect ending, he still had about half of his internal energy left. However, his mental energy was quite depleted, and he really wanted to take a long nap.
Furthermore, Lu Chen made another strange discovery.
The Curse God ability seemed to have grown considerably stronger after this spell. Previously, it was only as thick as the tip of a chopstick; now it was as thick as the end of a chopstick.
Of the several abilities that had awakened within him, the Curse God ability was now the thickest, followed by the Culinary God ability, and then the Healing God ability. The latter two were about the thickness of a chopstick tip.
There were also two abilities that were thinner than a hair, appearing malnourished, which made Lu Chen somewhat angry at their lack of potential after sensing them.
One of them was clearly the Treasure God that Yang Jiangyu had mentioned. The other was the Calculation God, who had helped Lu Chen finish off the three Golden Assassins from the Five-Colored Assassin Organization who were chasing Yu Menglan.
Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood: the Seven-Life Flowers' abilities did indeed grow. And as they grew, the energy they provided became increasingly powerful!
For example, the Curse God's ability initially only controlled one or two people, but now it could control eleven simultaneously!
The more Lu Chen thought about it, the more he felt his life was about to become increasingly extraordinary.
Just then, a loud voice suddenly rang out: "Lu Chen!"
Then, a burly figure strode over; it was Zhuang Sicong. Without hesitation, he pulled Zhuang Keluo, who was still holding Lu Chen, aside and pounced on him, giving Lu Chen a bear hug.
He also gave him a hard pat on the back.
He laughed, "Thank you, Lu Chen, I'm so grateful! If it weren't for you, I would have been utterly defeated today, not only losing a fortune but also being cursed to death! I never imagined you possessed such great power; you are the legendary..."
"Shh!" Lu Chen quickly gestured for him to stop.
"Understood!" Zhuang Sicong patted his shoulder forcefully and said loudly,
"No matter what, Lu Chen, you're truly like a benefactor to me. From now on, we're brothers. Your business is my business. You've helped me so much; I'll never forget you for the rest of my life!"
At that moment, watching his men charge forward like brave warriors facing the cold winds of the Yi River, Zhuang Sicong couldn't help but shed tears.
Then, he noticed that the Yongda players' movements had slowed down, some even falling down, completely unlike their usual footballing style—they looked like cowards. He understood immediately; Lu Chen had intervened behind the scenes!
Lu Chen, incredibly resourceful!
So, as his players cheered their victory, he knew it was all Lu Chen's doing, and quickly ran up to him to thank him.
He couldn't let himself go without thanking him!
Lu Chen was so tightly hugged he could barely breathe, and a sudden slap on the back made him cough twice.
This Zhuang Sicong, his grip was incredibly strong.
Damn it, why was he hugging him so intimately?! He quickly pushed Zhuang Sicong away, scratched his head, chuckled, and honestly admitted, "Brother Cong, actually, I only got involved because I gambled ten million with that kid Shangguan Mingbo. Otherwise, I would have lost all ten million!"
Zhuang Sicong was taken aback: "What happened?"
Zhuang Keluo, standing to the side, briefly explained what had happened.
Zhuang Sicong laughed heartily: "Are you suggesting I thank that little bastard Shangguan Mingbo? Ah Chen, no matter what, I'll remember this favor. I'll give you ten million as a thank you later!"
Ten million? Lu Chen was genuinely startled. How did he make ten million again?
Zhuang Kelu smiled broadly: "Brother Cong, you're quite astute. Of course, it's only fair."
Lu Chen wasn't quite sure, but didn't Zhuang Kelu understand?