To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 65: Making a Bet!

Zhang Fan smiled in response to Mo Feng's challenge.

He didn't agree directly, but instead asked:

"A challenge is fine, but what's the stakes?"

Mo Feng was taken aback by the question, then gritted his teeth and said:

"If you lose, you'll have to do it in front of the entire city of Xianyang!"

"Your Institute of Natural Sciences admits to stealing the teachings of my Mohist school!"

"And we petition His Majesty to rectify the name of our Mohist school!"

"Can."

Zhang Fan nodded decisively.

"But what if you lose?"

A resolute glint flashed in Mo Feng's eyes!

He suddenly pulled a black iron token engraved with intricate patterns from his robes—

The Grand Master of the Mohist School!

"If I lose!"

"All the blueprints for the mechanisms and systems inherited from the Mo family over a century are now under the jurisdiction of the Academy of Sciences!"

"We, all descendants of the Mohist school, are at your disposal!"

boom!!!

Upon hearing this, the faces of the surrounding Mohist disciples turned deathly pale! They had completely lost their minds!

"Big Brother! Are you crazy?! No way!!!"

"That's the foundation of my Mohist school for centuries! It's the lifeblood passed down from our patriarch! How can we use it as a wager?!"

"We can't beat him! He's His Majesty's favorite! What can we possibly use to gamble with him?!"

"We lost! If we lose, we'll have nothing left!"

"The Mohist school is truly doomed! Master! Think twice!!!"

Several young disciples even knelt down.

She clung tightly to Mo Feng's leg, weeping bitterly!

however!

Mo Feng turned around, his eyes bloodshot, glaring at them, and roared with all his might:

"Shut up, all of you!!!"

"Am I, the Mohist school, so inferior to others?!"

"Could we really lose?!"

These two questions were like a thunderclap!

This silenced all the wailing Mo family disciples instantly, leaving only humiliation and resentment on their faces!

Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.

"OK!"

"In that case, I accept the bet."

"You set the rules."

Mo Feng was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Zhang Fan to agree so readily and even hand over the initiative to him!

"good!"

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Let's compare—siege equipment!"

"Three days from now, outside Xianyang City, we will settle this decisive battle!"

Upon hearing this!

The surrounding residents instantly erupted in uproar!

The atmosphere was completely ignited!

"My God! This is an incredibly high bet! This is going to be interesting! I bet the Mohists will win!"

"Of course! The Mohist mechanical arts were passed down from Mozi himself!"

"Unrivaled in both defending and attacking cities! Many powerful nations couldn't breach their defenses back then!"

"Exactly! That immortal master is powerful, but his Exploration Institute has only been built for a few days!"

"How can something you've cobbled together compare to centuries of tradition? It's a joke!"

"That's right! That's right! The Immortal Master was too overconfident this time! He's going to suffer a terrible setback!"

For a time, the whole street was abuzz with discussion, and not a single person was optimistic about Zhang Fan!

Everyone was waiting to see how Zhang Fan would embarrass himself in three days!

however!

Right now!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A rapid sound of horses' hooves approached from afar!

"Official investigation! Bystanders, please leave!"

A troop of soldiers rode on tall horses and charged over!

The leading general was none other than Ma Chi, the magistrate of Xianyang!

He tightened the reins, his eyes flashing like lightning, and shouted sternly:

"Who are the traitors of the Mohist school?! Arrest them all..."

He hadn't finished speaking!

The sound abruptly stopped!

Because he saw a figure standing with his hands behind his back in the crowd, a half-smile on his face!

Zhang Fan!!!

boom!!!

Ma Chi's mind went blank instantly!

His legs buckled, and with a "plop," he tumbled off the horse!

Last time at the sacrificial altar, this man used his magic.

The scene of dozens of heads being chopped off on the spot is still vivid in my mind!

Who the hell summoned this ancestor?!

Ma Chi was inwardly screaming in despair!

He scrambled to his knees before Zhang Fan, tears streaming down his face, and began to wail, clinging to Zhang Fan's leg.

"Grand Tutor! This humble official was unaware of your presence!"

"I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

This scene left everyone dumbfounded!

Zhang Fan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, just follow the rules."

Then, he pointed to Mo Feng and the others.

"I need these Mohists."

These words were spoken.

Mo Feng and the others immediately turned fierce, glaring at Zhang Fan!

However, who is Ma Chi?

He got it instantly!

He suddenly stood up, slapped the soldiers behind him hard across the face, and roared:

"What Mohist school? You're all blind!"

"I heard that the Grand Tutor was here, so I came especially to welcome him!"

Zhang Fan was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

Yo?

This guy is so savvy?

He couldn't help but glance at Ma Chi a few more times.

Zhang Fan turned around and said calmly to Fusu and Ying Yinman:

"Return to the palace."

Done.

He then walked straight to the luxurious carriage that was already waiting nearby.

Fusu and Ying Yinman followed mechanically, like puppets on strings.

What happened today has completely exceeded their comprehension!

however!

Just as Zhang Fan stepped onto the carriage and the curtain was about to be lowered!

The magistrate of Xianyang, Ma Chi, has moved!

He sprang up from the ground like a rabbit that had been injected with chicken blood!

Then, before anyone could react, he jogged and rushed to the side of the carriage!

"Grand Tutor! Please wait!"

"Grand Tutor! Your presence here today truly brings honor to this humble street!"

"Grand Tutor! The journey back may be bumpy; I will personally escort you!"

"Just give me a call if you need anything!"

The carriage slowly started moving.

Ma Chi stood there, bowing deeply, his face plastered with the most obsequious smile.

I jogged along, keeping close to the carriage!

He ran until he was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and his official hat was askew, but he dared not slow down at all!

That's hardly the behavior of a dignified magistrate of Xianyang!

This scene!

It plunged the entire street into a deathly silence!

then!

It was a breathtaking sight that pierced the sky!

boom!!!

The surrounding people's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

"I...I can't believe my eyes! That's...that's our Lord Ma, the magistrate of Xianyang?!"

"What is he doing?! He's...running alongside the immortal master's carriage?!"

"Good heavens! A high-ranking official of the imperial court! How can he be so shameless?"

All the people who were just discussing and waiting to see Zhang Fan make a fool of himself!

I was completely dumbfounded!

On the other side!

The Mohists were struck dumb!

They stood frozen in place, the color draining from their faces at a visible speed!

Turned deathly pale!

They looked at the figure running alongside the carriage; that was none other than the magistrate of Xianyang!

He's an official who can send them all to prison with just a word!

But now.

This official is not even as good as a dog in front of Zhang Fan!

Mo Feng felt a chill run through his entire body!

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all!

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, drop by drop!

He just made a life-or-death pact that would gamble the entire future of the Mo family.

Yourself!

Can't lose!

Go find the teacher!

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