The air rifle shooting began, and before it started, he felt confident he would win with ease. Especially after witnessing Yang Feilong's practice shots, his self-assurance soared, believing victory was a given; it would be illogical to lose!
But in the end, he lost!
He lost disastrously. He was defeated before even taking his last seven shots. How bleak can it get?
In the subsequent archery showdown, he also believed he wouldn't lose. The opponent was so young, and to possess such excellent marksmanship meant he must have spent far less time on archery. Could he still be as exceptional? He didn't believe it!
Moreover, his archery skills surpassed his air rifle shooting!
But what was the result?
He was defeated again. The opponent's formidable strength and consistency brought him to the brink of despair, a sense of powerlessness rising within him.
Every arrow a perfect score—this had actually happened before his eyes!
"Best of three, and you've lost!" Yang Feilong looked at Wu Hua with a stoic expression and said calmly.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise and stop bothering Han Yun!" Wu Hua stared at Yang Feilong, his eyes red, gritting his teeth.
His heart was filled with unwillingness.
"You lost both duels to me, so you owe me twenty million!" Yang Feilong spoke again.
"The duel isn't over yet! We agreed on three matches!" Wu Hua said in a deep voice.
"Are you sure you still want to compete in the last match?" Yang Feilong raised an eyebrow. "Want to lose another ten million to me?"
"For the last match, let's raise the stakes to fifty million. Do you dare?" Wu Hua's eyes flashed with provocation as he looked at Yang Feilong. Why not continue betting ten million? Because even if he won, he would still be down ten million; betting twenty million would merely break even.
He wanted to make the opponent lose painfully, only then could he soothe the wounds in his own heart.
"Feilong, you don't need to gamble with him anymore. Or if you do, let's stick to ten million per match, as per our initial wager agreement! Besides, his basketball skills are extremely high. Many professional basketball players couldn't even match him in a one-on-one back then!" Han Yun walked to Yang Feilong's side, saying repeatedly, "Compared to shooting and archery, his talent in basketball is even greater!"
Actually, she was the happiest, it was an unexpected joy. In her heart, if Yang Feilong won even one of the three matches, it would be a miracle. But Yang Feilong had given her a tremendous surprise, winning both matches straight!
This way, Wu Hua wouldn't bother her anymore, and Yang Feilong had also made a profit of ten million. It was a perfect ending!
She also knew that Wu Hua was showing signs of reckless desperation from losing.
Therefore, she worried Yang Feilong might impulsively agree. If so, it would mean she was buying Wu Hua's cessation of pursuit for thirty million. This would be neither good for her nor for Yang Feilong, as Yang Feilong would go from making a large profit to gaining nothing!
Yes, if Yang Feilong agreed to the duel but lost, she was prepared to pay the thirty million!
Considering all factors, she had suggested Yang Feilong not agree, and even if he did, the stakes shouldn't be so high!
"If you're a man, agree to my proposal. Unless you're a coward, unless you're scared!" Wu Hua said with a cold smile at Yang Feilong, using a provocation tactic.
Yes, it was indeed a provocation. Yang Feilong wasn't afraid of such provocation. Moreover, even if he refused, no one present would say anything because it would be unfair to him. Crushing the opponent in every aspect was already very difficult!
Furthermore, the opponent raising the stakes in the final match clearly indicated he was full of confidence!
"Provocation, I admit you've angered me. However, if you want to change the terms of our duel, first transfer the twenty million you've already lost, plus the fifty million for the upcoming match, a total of seventy million, to the escrow account!" Yang Feilong shrugged and said with a cold laugh. "As long as you do that, I'll agree to change the stakes for the final duel! Otherwise, I will only agree to the previously stipulated ten million per match!"
"Fine, I'll transfer it!" Wu Hua's mouth twitched, but he still did it.
"Feilong..." Han Yun looked nervous.
"If I lose, I lose!" Yang Feilong shrugged. "Besides, I played some basketball when I was younger. It was much better than shooting and archery, so I have some confidence!"
"......"
Many people looked at Yang Feilong speechlessly. You played when you were younger?
Were you serious when you said that? Did you consider our feelings at all? You said you hadn't practiced shooting and archery before, but the facts proved otherwise. Are you trying to fool us again now?
Therefore, since Yang Feilong agreed to the duel, in the minds of many, he should have some confidence. Otherwise, why would he agree to this match?
What Yang Feilong said was true. Compared to archery and shooting, he was most confident in basketball. Because he loved sports when he was young, but his body was weak and couldn't handle strenuous exercise. So, he often practiced dribbling and shooting, and could perform many fancy moves.
Soon, Wu Hua transferred the seventy million to the escrow account!
"What a wealthy person, transferring seventy million without batting an eye!" Yang Feilong thought with great emotion.
Thus, Yang Feilong readily signed the new wager agreement, changing the stake for the final match to fifty million!
After the two re-signed the wager agreement.
The group headed to the basketball court. It was an indoor basketball court. Although the spectator seats weren't numerous, all the basketball court facilities were top-notch. The equipment had been purchased to NBA standards, including the flooring, a large crystal screen, and so on.
Everything was extremely professional!
This basketball match was a one-on-one basketball duel!
Commonly known as 'streetball'!
The rules were also simple: the winner would be decided within ten points. Each person would have five offensive and five defensive possessions!
There was no three-point line, meaning shots made beyond the three-point line would still count as two points. Fouls would result in two free throws, with one successful shot earning 1 point and two successful shots earning 2 points. Once a basket was scored, it counted as 2 points, and the round would end, with offense and defense switching. Of course, if the defender managed to steal the ball, block a shot, or achieve possession through other means, the round would also end, and offense and defense would switch.
"You all understand the rules. I'll be the referee. The winner will be decided by ten points. Once ten points are reached, the player with the higher score wins! If it's a tie, we'll play two extra points. If it's still a tie, we'll add two more points, continuing until a winner is determined!"
"Now, let's flip a coin. Heads means Yang Feilong attacks first, tails means Wu Hua attacks first. Do you have any objections?" Wu Hua said.
"Agreed!"
"No objections!"
Both nodded. Whether they attacked first or second didn't make much of a difference.
Because each person had five offensive and five defensive possessions, they both felt it was unlikely to reach overtime. They were both prepared to defeat their opponent within ten points!
Whizz!
Under the gaze of everyone, Mi Kang tossed the coin in his hand!
The coin fell from a height, tumbled numerous times, then landed, bounced a few times, and finally lay still.
"Tails is facing up!"
"First round, Wu Hua attacks, Yang Feilong defends!" Mi Kang's voice rang out as he threw the ball to Wu Hua.