Placing bets

The battle on the field was earth-shattering.

The atmosphere at the off-site betting venue was like a rollercoaster ride.

A rollercoaster of emotions.

Human greed, fear, ecstasy, and despair are vividly portrayed here.

The huge temporary stands surrounding the Magic Duel Platform were already packed with people.

Far from the powerful figures, countless Foundation Establishment cultivators or Disciple from small sects, some at the Qi Refining Stage stage and others at the Qi Refining stage, gathered in large numbers.

The area around several gambling tables of varying sizes was filled with noise and commotion.

"Ugh! What bad luck! I told you Han Zhenyuan's winning streak was over and he should have quit while he was ahead! But he insisted on playing a third match, and now he's ruined it all! I lost twenty Spirit Stone!"

A tall, thin, rogue cultivator pounded his chest and stomped his feet, complaining to his companion beside him.

"Loss? I'd be the one who loses big time!"

A round-faced Cultivator next to him blushed and spat as he spoke.

"I wonder what kind of Alchemist Lin Huasheng is. He only managed to win the Lu Ming by luck using Pill. I thought the Golden Core stage of the Heavenly Star Alliance was about to collapse!"

"I gritted my teeth and bet three hundred Spirit Stone on the South Sea Sheng! Who knew... who knew..."

He pointed to Ling Yuanshan, who had just been carried away from the field.

"Where did this living Yama come from? What the hell is that Fire Seal? Is that something Golden Core Cultivator can use?"

"That guy surnamed Ling is famously ' Immovable as a Mountain '!"

"And that earth cultivator behind him, he couldn't even catch a single finger of his? My Spirit Stone..."

He almost burst into tears.

"Haha! I was right to bet on Lord Yan Chi to win!"

Another shrewd-eyed Cultivator proudly waved the betting slip in his hand.

"I knew this kid was no ordinary person; he's definitely got a hidden trump card! No matter how fierce Lu Jiu was, he'd have to bow down to Yan Chi."

"Tch, what are you so smug about?" someone immediately retorted.

"He's only played two matches, he hasn't even faced Lu Jiu yet, there are still more to come."

He pointed towards the biggest odds bookmaker off the field, "Look at those odds!"

There it was, a developing plate made of Fire Luminary Jade.

It clearly records the real-time odds for various betting platforms.

"The odds for the final winner of the Dao Discussion Convention are: Southern Sea Cultivation World 1 to 1.2; Heavenly Star Alliance 1 to 8!"

These extremely disparate odds starkly demonstrate the market consensus.

The Heavenly Star Alliance is on the verge of collapse, with little hope of turning the tide.

"The main market will close soon! Betting on the South Sea is a sure thing..."

Someone shouted loudly, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"A sure thing? A 1:1.2 odds payout, bet 100 and earn 20—every little bit helps! What are you waiting for? Invest in the South Sea!"

Someone responded immediately.

In front of the largest betting pool stood a portly man, dressed in Brocade Robe with Golden Threads and Jade Embroidery, whose cultivation had clearly reached the Great Perfection Golden Core.

He was sitting on a grand chair covered with soft Demon Beast fur.

His face was full of warm smiles.

"Last chance to bet before the market closes! Place your bets now! Bet on the South Sea to win, 1 to 1.2 odds, no cheating! Bet on the Heavenly Star Alliance to win, 1 to 8 odds, a small bet for a big win, take a gamble, and your Spirit Boat could turn into a flying tower!"

He claimed that the odds from the Heavenly Star Alliance were high, but his tone was full of mockery.

suddenly.

The fat man seemed to have received some kind of Transmit Message.

Slowly Hand Seals behind your back.

A short while later, at the height of the crowd, a young man with an extraordinary bearing, an arrogant expression, and dressed in Purple-Gold Brocade Robe appeared.

Pushing through the crowd, they squeezed to the front of Fatty Zhuang.

He was followed by two "guards" who pretended to maintain order.

"Get out of the way!"

The well-dressed young man impatiently berated the person blocking his way and walked straight up to the fat man, Zhuang.

A heavy, gleaming Storage Bag was slammed onto the jade table in front of the dealer with a loud "thud."

With a hint of the arrogance typical of scions of the Aristocratic Clan:

"Place your bet!"

The chubby dealer, still smiling, asked, "How would this distinguished guest like to play?"

"The Heavenly Star Alliance will ultimately prevail; bet ten million Spirit Stone."

The young man in purple held his head high, as if he were only stating a number for pocket money.

"Hiss--" A collective gasp of astonishment instantly filled the air around them.

Ten million!

For Golden Core Cultivator, this is an astronomical figure!

In an instant, all the noisy discussions ceased.

Countless eyes were focused on this "spendthrift son".

The fat dealer's smile seemed to freeze for a moment.

He leaned forward slightly, asking with exaggerated doubt:

"Distinguished guest... are you sure? Betting on the Heavenly Star Alliance to win? The odds are currently 1 to 8, that's certainly attractive. But..."

He drew out his words and deliberately pointed with his finger at Yan Chi, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the arena.

And another, a Golden Core cultivator from the South Sea Golden Core, whose aura was as deep and profound as the ocean.

He then pointed to the other side, where the atmosphere of the Heavenly Star Alliance was oppressive.

"As you saw it yourself, sir, the Heavenly Star Alliance only has a few members left. No matter how strong Lu Jiu is, can he win against four in a row? You also saw Yan Chi's methods just now, they were... hehe..."

The fat man didn't finish speaking, but his laughter, full of disbelief and mockery, was more jarring than any words.

Sure enough, the fat man's words immediately resonated with the surrounding gamblers.

"Young master, the master is right! Ten million is no small sum; even if you throw it into the water, you'll still make a splash!"

"Exactly! It's true that Lu Jiu defeated Lin Huasheng, but what is Lin Huasheng? He's far inferior to Yan Chi!"

"I doubt he can even handle that woman in white!"

Immediately, voices of mockery, advice, and schadenfreude rose and fell.

Faced with the doubts and ridicule of the crowd, the young man in purple's face instantly darkened.

A flash of offended anger crossed his eyes, as if he had been deeply insulted.

He slammed his hand on the table, the jade table making a muffled thud, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.

With an unquestionable, spoiled arrogance:

"You bastards! Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"

"I'm betting on the Heavenly Star Alliance to win, ten million Spirit Stone!"

"Add more bets separately! For the next four battles, bet three million Spirit Stone on the corresponding fighter from the Heavenly Star Alliance for each battle! That's a total of twenty-two million! Register now!"

Whoa--!

The crowd erupted in chaos! Twenty-two million!

They're splitting the auction into four separate sessions?!

This isn't gambling, it's madness!

If Su Bai loses the first match against four opponents, all the Spirit Stone he bet on the remaining three matches will be wasted!

Many people's gazes towards the young man in purple had changed from looking at him as a fool to looking at him as a madman.

The fat dealer's face showed just the right amount of shock, which quickly turned into a helpless expression of watching a fool jump into a fire pit. He shook his head and said:

"Your distinguished guest is truly generous and magnanimous, this..."

"Alright, alright, we're in business, everyone who comes is a customer! With such high odds, it's no wonder you're interested. Since you insist, fine, take it, keep the money safe!"

He quickly registered the bets.

He handed a Jade Token engraved with intricate patterns to the young man in purple.

The air around the betting table instantly became still.

The gamblers who were initially hesitant.

Seeing this "sucker" actually throw money into a "sure-win" trap.

"The Money-Giving Boy"?

"Quick! Bet on the South Sea! It's a sure win!"