After saying this, the third prince turned around and took his followers to leave. Just as Basten's usual calm face became a little angry, the third prince slowly turned his head and threw out a sentence: "I lost, I will promise you something in my personal name."

With a 'Wow--' sound, all the nobles couldn't help but put their eyes on Basten. After all, the third prince said this. If Basten and others really win, they would make a fortune. That was the promise of a prince of the kingdom. Although it was in the name of his personal name. Basten and others lost just an apology. For the nobles, as long as it was a formal competition, they would not be ashamed of losing. Who would not win or lose?

Basten was also a little surprised for a moment. He thought that the third prince would at most promise to apologize for them if they lost. But the current conditions were really too unexpected.

Seeing the third prince walking towards the passage with his men, he seemed a little silent in the hall on the fifth floor.

"Hmph, who cares about your promises? It's my personal name?" Ling Feng sneered, "We don't care about it even in the name of your prince. I tell you, if you lose, just wait to apologize to us, and be sincere. Also, remember not to be used as a gun in the future..."

The third prince was about to go downstairs, but after hearing Ling Feng's call, he suddenly seemed a little trembling. In the end, he still held back and did not look back at Ling Feng and others. However, he was very angry, that was certain.

Basten gave Ling Feng a thumbs up, and Rijkald also looked at Ling Feng happily. Just one sentence completely suppressed the momentum advantage deliberately created by the third prince.

As for the other people in the hall, the reactions were also different.

"You are so uneasy." Olmos said to Basten and Ling Feng at this time, "No matter how strong the third prince himself is, there are two sub-saint-level masters in the four minions behind him. If they win two games in three, they will have a great chance of winning."

Basten doesn't care about all this. What he pursues is a competition with masters. Only by constantly competing and challenging can one's own strength be trained and grown. Moreover, he is aiming at the opponent's sub-saint-level master.

What's more, when Basten asked Xiang Lingfeng's eyes, he found Lingfeng calmly dealing with things. This is one of the reasons why he took on this competition. After a moment of feeling, Basten felt that his decision was right at that time.

Ling Feng said unanimously to Olmos.

However, Olmos also knew that no matter what he said, it was too late. He could only calm down and prepare for the next competition. Perhaps, Ling Feng was a variable in this competition. Olmos looked at Ling Feng with a calm face and thought to himself. Because even he could not see through Ling Feng's strength, Ling Feng's entire aura gave people a feeling of rising and falling, which was really weird.

A moment later, Casano and Gulit came back together, smiling and shaking their heads, saying that there was no movement there. In order to prevent it, Casano also told Nuber what happened in the hotel so that he could be prepared. Ling Feng nodded in praise and calmed down.

Good luck to you. Ling Feng said to Jodasi in his heart.

...

An hour passed in a flash.

At this time, in the backyard of Yunyang Hotel, an empty venue was gathered in the open field. Many noble children gathered around the flat and smooth martial arts competition platform and pointed at them.

It is rare to see the battle between masters so close. It is not surprising that there are so many people gather here.

Montero even asked the servants to bring coffee tables, chairs and other facilities, like a spectator, sitting there waiting for the competition. George also sat beside him, while Victoria was still covered in a veil and sat on the other side of him.

In addition, some people with a lot of interest seized the opportunity and opened the market immediately, allowing others to bet which side wins.

Ling Feng looked at the women who showed a hint of worry around him, and then saw their youthful and beautiful dress. Then he noticed that almost every noble child was following a few gorgeous women to the point of being around him, and sighed in his heart: What is this competition? It has clearly become a farce.

However, Casano was used to such a scene. Seeing Ling Feng's expression of sighing, he whispered: "Young Master, why don't we go there later?"

Ling Feng shook his head, pulled Ling Ling to a young man who had opened the market, and asked, "Is there a limit to the bets here?"

When the young man saw that it was Ling Feng, he was the protagonist of this competition. He first shook his head, nodded, and said, "There is no upper limit for betting. However, if the bet is too large, I can't accept it here. You can go there." As he said that, the young man pointed a seat to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng smiled. It seems that this young man is just a branch agent. Without certain strength as a backstage, how dare he open the market here? Ling Feng pulled Ling Ling to the place where the young man was just guiding, took out his mercenary card, thought for a while, and asked Ling Ling: "Ling'er, how much do you think we should suppress?"

"Well, one thousand..." Ling Ling said thinking.

One thousand crystal coins? It seems that there is no more money in this card. Ling Feng thought that he had spent a lot in the past two or three months. Just buying food, fun and clothing for Ling Ling is a huge expense. The money used is the ninth-level magic core that Ling Feng sold in Shami Town.

"One thousand gold coins should be able to buy a lot of things. Brother, let's just put a thousand gold coins." Ling Ling said happily, as if one thousand gold coins were a large number.

Ling Feng was speechless. It seemed that the little girl could only spend money, but she didn't understand the concept of the amount of gold coins. If she weighed a thousand gold coins, it would be too few. Ling Feng clearly saw that the winner of Ling Feng's winning side was one to pay five, while the winner of the third prince only had one to pay five. This dealer really underestimated himself and waited for others! Ling Feng thought, could this dealer be the owner of Yunyang Hotel? That was the third prince's property.

Ling Feng showed a strange smile on his face, and handed the mercenary card to the old man who was in the banker, saying, "Press up all the money inside and bet I will win myself."
Chapter completed!