Gambling Match (2)

The result came too quickly!

When did He Yangsun become so powerful that he could defeat a fellow Armor Master with just one strike?

"It seems like he hasn't even mastered controlling armor and puppets yet?"

"To win without relying on the power of armor and puppets directly, is He Yangsun really that strong with such methods?"

The voices below the stage began to buzz with discussion.

"A fake fight, it must be a fake fight!" Someone muttered, clenching his fists tightly.

He had bet 30 origin coins on Tao Minghua. How could he lose just like that?

Whether it was a fake fight or a real one, the grand mansion that had just been lost by the He family was now back in He Yangsun's hands.

After verifying the deed, He Yangsun tucked the contract book under his arm and walked down the stage leisurely.

"He Yangsun, do you dare to fight again?"

Tao Shuo shouted as he blocked He Yangsun's path.