1027: Arrange the Temple Gang to distribute flyers

“Bang!”

Qing Feng, who had originally thought the battle was over, was not on high alert. At this moment, he took a punch from behind squarely. His full body combat armor broke through its power capacity limit and directly turned into specks of starlight, exploding with a bang!

The next moment, Qing Feng was like a pile of mud, suddenly flung into the air by the powerful force!

Before Qing Feng, whose blood and qi were in disarray after suffering a heavy blow, could do anything, Qing Youyu's Clones appeared beside him!

The Clones stepped into the void, and the ten figures once again took out that blue card.

“Buzz~”

Under the fluctuating space, ten torrents of golden feathers directly struck Qing Feng's body at this moment!

Qing Youyu's finishing blow had already sealed the outcome of this battle!

“Boom boom boom~”

The violent force directly sent Qing Feng tumbling in the air. By the time he finally stopped and fell to the ground, the Man had lost all combat ability!

“Wah!”

A mouthful of black blood was spat out from the corner of his mouth. Qing Feng, with a face full of unwillingness and shock, stared intently at Qing Youyu in front of him, who was in a sorry state but stood ramrod straight!

“You… this is impossible! How can you still have combat ability after my card attack!?”

“Pfft~”

Another mouthful of warm blood was spat out. After struggling for a while, Qing Feng completely fainted!

The Referee on the field quickly went forward to check on Qing Feng's condition.

After a moment, wiping the sweat from his forehead, the Referee directly announced: “In this match, Qing Youyu wins!”

“Whoosh!!”

At the moment the Referee announced this news, in the stands, the spectators who had already become uncontrollable after seeing Qing Feng fall, were now completely out of control.

Shouts and cheers conveyed countless vibrating emotions!

“The Eight Gods Team won, it was Qing Youyu! Where are those people who said Qing Youyu was weak and only fit to be in the Purple Phoenix Team's logistics? Go bark some more!”

“A formal member of the Purple Phoenix Team was defeated by Qing Youyu, and you actually said Qing Youyu was not fit to be a formal member of the Purple Phoenix Team. Thinking about it now, those words are truly hilarious!”

“And telling others to join logistics, are they even worthy? Who dares to say the Eight Gods Team is weak now?!”

In the spectator seats, those who had originally supported the Eight Gods Team but were shut up by others claiming the Eight Gods Team was weak, now felt as if their lives had been elevated. That intense passion gave rise to a barrage of reckless greetings.

Many people with dark expressions silently watched Qing Feng lying on the ground on the stage. Only they knew the anger in their hearts.

These people, while mocking the Eight Gods Team, had also bet on the Purple Phoenix Team to win.

Being mocked back by others was nothing, but if they lost so much money from their bets, they really couldn't stay calm!

Fortunately, this was only the first match.

There are eight matches in total, and one side needs to win five rounds to end.

In the subsequent matches, the Purple Phoenix Team still had stronger experts who had not yet appeared. This was the main reason why those people with dark expressions had not completely lost control.

…

On the battlefield.

Qing Feng had already been taken away by the Purple Phoenix Team's logistics for treatment.

The atmosphere within the entire Purple Phoenix Team also seemed very oppressive.

The Elder leading the team looked at Qing Feng being carried away on a stretcher for treatment and finally restrained his emotions.

Qing Feng was now unconscious; his anger couldn't be vented on an unconscious person.

Furthermore, Qing Feng himself was a Crown Prince, and his noble status determined what attitude a leading Teacher should have towards him.

Even if Qing Feng woke up, he couldn't say anything to him.

Turning his head to look at the remaining people in the Purple Phoenix Team, the White-Haired Old Man's eyes showed strictness: “Qing Feng was careless. I said before that he should not underestimate any opponent. He relied on being a Crown Prince and didn't listen to my advice at all!”

“His carelessness led to his current situation.”

“You… must help him remember this humiliation! This is the humiliation of the Purple Phoenix Team!”

The Old Man's voice was spoken amidst the noisy environment of the spectators, but every member of the Purple Phoenix Team heard it clearly and remembered it distinctly.

“We understand, Teacher!”

Among the Purple Phoenix Team, the remaining members answered with determined eyes.

In response, the Old Man nodded slightly with some relief.

In the White-Haired Old Man's opinion, among the entire team, only Qing Feng, the Crown Prince, was here to gain experience.

The other members were the true face of the Purple Phoenix Team!

“Teacher, I'll go up next.” Among the seven formal members in front of the Old Man, a voice was heard.

The speaker was the Captain of the Purple Phoenix Team.

Seeing the other party, the White-Haired Old Man pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: “Then you go up. Qing Feng started badly. Only by winning the match can we regain some of our dignity.”

“Don't worry, Teacher, I will at least win three points for the team!” the Man said with determined eyes.

He was clearly going with the intention of fighting three opponents consecutively and winning all of them!

…

Eight Gods Team.

Qing Youyu was taken away by the Yunyong Academy's Teacher team for treatment.

In her current state, she naturally couldn't continue to support the next battle.

Winning against Qing Feng and securing 1 point for the team was already a very good result.

“It's finally my turn to go up!” Wen Xiu Cheng twisted his neck, his bones cracking, while a pair of cold eyes quietly looked at the battlefield ahead.

“Xingchen, is there anything you need to instruct me on?” Before going up, Wen Xiu Cheng looked at Du Xingchen and asked.

In the previous battle, he and several other teammates clearly understood that the reason Qing Youyu could win, aside from Qing Youyu's own beliefs, was mainly because Du Xingchen had analyzed Qing Feng's weaknesses for everyone in the morning!

Now that Wen Xiu Cheng himself was about to go up, he also wondered if Du Xingchen had any suggestions at this stage.

“What do I need to instruct you on? Boss Wen, hold back a little and just get two points.” Du Xingchen had no worries about Wen Xiu Cheng.

Having received a complete God's inheritance, he himself had a set of berserker combat systems bestowed by the God.

And the fifth card was the Beast King of over thirty thousand years, specifically sought for him before!

This card, which could generally only be absorbed at the Saint Master or Grand Sage Master stage, was now on Wen Xiu Cheng, building an extremely profound foundation!

Furthermore, he had the trump card of the Military Formation Master inheritance…

At least below the Saint Master stage, Du Xingchen had no doubts about Wen Xiu Cheng's strength!

And even at the Saint Master stage, Wen Xiu Cheng might not be unable to fight and win!

“Let's welcome the second individual battle contestants from both teams!”

“Please welcome the formal member of the Eight Gods Team, Wen Xiu Cheng, and the Captain of the Purple Phoenix Team, Purple Chief!”

After a brief rest, the Referee on the battlefield shouted loudly.

And at the moment his voice fell, two young figures appeared one after another on the arena, carrying profound power!

The atmosphere on the scene was like a stove with more firewood added, surging up again!

“Match, begin!”

Looking at the two, the Referee did not hesitate and directly shouted.

And as his command fell, two powerful Martial Soul forces suddenly unleashed, like two hurricanes, dividing this battlefield!

…

“After Boss Wen finishes, Yuan Lei, you go up.”

“Just get enough five points in total, and forfeit the remaining matches.”

After giving these instructions, Du Xingchen glanced at the logistics area: “I'm going to check on Qing Youyu's condition.”

With that said, Du Xingchen left the team rest area.

This left Yuan Lei and Liangcai Sword and others looking at each other.

“Isn't the Captain nervous at all? What if we can't get five points…” Yuan Lei said with some uncertainty.

“It's okay, I'm still here!” Liangcai Sword patted his chest, looking very confident.

Yuan Lei: “Are you stronger than me?”

“What do you mean? Want to spar?!” Liangcai Sword's old face turned red, and he said with a stiff neck.

…

Leaving the battle arena, Du Xingchen didn't go directly to check on Qing Youyu's condition.

After wandering around the streets outside, he went directly to the Divine Hall branch in this City.

He arrived at the Divine Hall branch.

The architecture here was even more magnificent compared to other Cities.

In every City under the five great nations, the most magnificent and grand building was definitely the Divine Hall or the forces controlled by the Divine Hall.

Even the City Lord's Mansion was inferior.

“Have the manager of this branch hall come to see me.” Du Xingchen went straight to the main entrance, then showed the golden token to the guards at the door.

“Lord, please wait!” The guards' expressions tightened when they saw the token, and they quickly went inside the Divine Hall.

Not long after.

A slightly overweight Man wearing the Divine Hall's white-gold attire, with eight feathers at the hem of his clothes, came out to greet him with a respectful posture.

“Greetings, Lord.” The slightly plump Middle-aged Man's voice was extremely respectful, and his expression was also solemn.

“Do something for me.” Du Xingchen looked at the other party and went straight to the point.

“Lord, please tell me.”

“Help me distribute these flyers, give them to everyone.” With a casual wave, a large pile of flyers that could fill a small house directly appeared in front of Du Xingchen!

“So many?” When he saw this quantity of flyers, the manager of this Divine Hall branch's eyelids twitched.

Just estimating the number, there were at least several million sheets!

“Can you do it?”

“Lord, please rest assured, I will mobilize everyone in the Divine Hall branch and do my best to help Lord complete the task!” The Man's verbal promise was eloquent.

Seeing this, Du Xingchen smiled silently.

The number of flyers that one or two people could distribute was really limited.

Even if they distributed one hundred thousand flyers every day like last night, at that seemingly fast speed, it would take at least three or four years to distribute one hundred million flyers!

And it would be three or four years of experiencing backaches, sore legs, and overall fatigue every day!

Calculating roughly, it was clear.

It was impossible for one or two people working alone to get rich.

There is strength in numbers.

And the Divine Hall force was a ready-made tool.

He was also considered a favored person by Mu Qianjun, the Fifth Elder. Even in front of the Hall Master, he was an indispensable existence.

With such status and position, it was very reasonable to mobilize the people of the Divine Hall to help him.

Of course.

Du Xingchen also understood that tasks given like this would basically only be done superficially by the other party, and some supplementary measures were needed.

“Don't think about just going through the motions. I will personally inspect your work status.” Du Xingchen could basically understand what the managers of these Divine Hall branches were thinking.

After these words were spoken, the expression of the Divine Hall manager in front of him did indeed stiffen, as if his thoughts had been exposed.

He wanted to say something, but still didn't speak.

“Don't worry, you will be paid. For every flyer distributed, you will receive one god temple coins.” After the warning stick, naturally, a sweet date had to be given.

When the ongoing individual round-robin battle ended, the wealth he had bet on the matches would skyrocket!

And having that much money, using it to plan the distribution of flyers was the most suitable!

After all, leaving it idle was just leaving it idle; it was better to take it out and start a business.

Du Xingchen was even considering establishing a department, or rather a company, specifically for distributing flyers, based on the power of the Divine Hall in the future.