One Hundred Thousand Gold Soul Coins

Yin Hao accepted the Gold Card and said to Ning Rongrong in a half-joking tone.

"You're just giving me the money like this? Aren't you afraid I won't be able to pay you back if I lose?"

Hearing Yin Hao's words, Ning Rongrong did not hold back.

"If you can't pay it back, then you can't pay it back. When the time comes, use your whole body to settle the debt."

Yin Hao froze at those words. Was this the legendary repayment in flesh?

Before he could say anything, Xiao Wu beside him became unhappy first. She secretly pinched Yin Hao's arm. Though she did not use much force, it still made Yin Hao glance sideways at her.

Ning Rongrong seemed to realize that her words had sounded rather misleading, so she quickly added.

"I mean, if you can't pay it back, then join our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. With your talent, you're worth far more than one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

"Fine, then. If I lose, I'll give myself to you..."

Yin Hao said with a smile. Afterward, he rose from his seat and headed for the counter specifically responsible for taking bets.

There was a booklet at the counter recording the upcoming matches, available for anyone to browse freely.

As Yin Hao flipped through the booklet, he asked the woman at the counter.

"Can winnings be redeemed immediately after a match ends?"

The woman answered Yin Hao's question politely.

"Yes, sir. However, if the amount is too large, we may need time to prepare it, which could cause a slight delay. But it generally will not exceed two hours."

"Oh?"

Yin Hao looked at the woman behind the counter and asked.

"Then how much counts as too large?"

Yin Hao was not the only person placing bets at the counter. A bald man nearby burst out laughing when he heard him. After glancing at Yin Hao, he laughed even harder, as if mocking his ignorance and overestimation of himself.

Yin Hao did not care. If he had to pay attention to every insignificant person, he would get nothing done all day.

The woman at the counter maintained her smile and did not laugh at Yin Hao's question.

"Generally speaking, we can pay out any amount below five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in one lump sum without delay."

On Douluo Continent, one Gold Soul Coin was enough to cover the food and clothing expenses of a family of three for three or four months. Yet the Great Spirit Arena could casually claim that it could immediately pay out anything below five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, which showed just how formidable its resources were.

Yin Hao nodded and resumed reading the booklet in his hand.

Seventy-third solo match: Passerby A (Level 26 Great Soul Master, martial soul: Pot Lid) versus Passerby B (Level 27 Great Soul Master, martial soul: Shovel).

Passerby A's odds: 1 to 1.2. Passerby B's odds: 1 to 0.9.

Seventy-fourth solo match: Passerby C (Level 35 Soul Elder, martial soul: Frying Pan) versus Passerby D (Level 34 Soul Elder, martial soul: Spoon)...

Seventy-eighth solo match: Xiao Wu (Level 29 Great Soul Master, martial soul: Soft Bone Rabbit) versus Qing Bao (Level 28 Great Soul Master, martial soul: Iron Horned Bull).

Xiao Wu's odds: 1 to 1.2. Qing Bao's odds: 1 to 0.7.

Yin Hao took out the Gold Card Ning Rongrong had given him earlier.

"Hello, for the seventy-eighth solo match, I'm betting on the Great Soul Master named Xiao Wu, whose martial soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit."

The female attendant asked.

"Certainly, sir. How much would you like to bet?"

"One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."

"Understood."

Without any unnecessary words, the female attendant took the card from Yin Hao's hand.

After hearing Yin Hao's bet, the bald man nearby laughed even more gleefully. He had also bet on the seventy-eighth match, but his choice was the exact opposite of Yin Hao's. Not only him—most of the others had done the same.

Although Xiao Wu's Soul Power was one level higher than Qing Bao's, her martial soul was merely the weak Soft Bone Rabbit. Qing Bao, on the other hand, possessed the Iron Horned Bull, a powerful martial soul. There was practically no suspense in this match!

As a seasoned gambler, the bald man seized the opportunity and wagered half his fortune—fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins—on Qing Bao's victory!

While the attendant swiped the card and recorded the bet, Yin Hao continued flipping through the booklet.

Seventy-ninth solo match: Na Na (Level 48 Soul Ancestor, martial soul: Sky Fox) versus Huo Jun (Level 49 Soul Ancestor, martial soul: Longblade)...

"Sky Fox? Na Na?"

Yin Hao's lips curled upward as he recalled a figure who thought herself clever but was always being toyed with by him.

"Sir, your bet has been placed. This is your receipt."

A voice pulled Yin Hao back to reality. He took the slip, thanked her, and left immediately.

The matches in the arena continued. Shouts rose and fell from the audience—some were cursing, while others cheered in delight—but none of it had anything to do with Yin Hao.

When Yin Hao returned to the waiting area, Xiao Wu immediately hurried over.

"Hao Ge, which match did you bet on?"

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Flander, and nearly everyone else present cast curious looks their way.

Yin Hao did not hide it and directly handed the slip in his hand to Xiao Wu.

"Ah? Hao Gege, you bet all one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins on me winning?"

Xiao Wu looked at Yin Hao in surprise, and her cry of alarm also caught everyone else off guard.

After all, that was one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Yin Hao had bet every last one on Xiao Wu winning—what immense trust that was!

Yin Hao smiled.

"That's right. I put all my money on you. If you lose, then you'll be handing me over to Rongrong..."

Although Yin Hao's words carried a somewhat suggestive meaning, Xiao Wu did not care about that at all right now. She threw her arms around Yin Hao and said firmly, "Don't worry, Hao Gege. I won't lose!"

After being force-fed a mouthful of affection, the others all looked away. Only Zhu Zhuqing frowned as she watched Xiao Wu and Yin Hao embracing. A strange glimmer flashed through her eyes, and the name of that glimmer seemed to be... jealousy...

As match after match concluded in the Soul Arena, the seventy-eighth match finally arrived. As everyone's first lesson and Shrek's first battle, Dai Mubai and the others stepped forward to encourage her.

"Go, Xiao Wu! Teach that big dumb cow on the other side a harsh lesson!" Ning Rongrong said, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Good luck." Little Wildcat Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cool and detached.

"Xiao Wu, it's fine if you lose. Just be careful not to hurt yourself." This was Tang San's hypocritical remark.

Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and even Flander also stepped forward to say a few words to Xiao Wu.

After all, this was Shrek's first battle. No one wanted to lose right from the start.

Xiao Wu waved her hand. "Don't worry, everyone. I'm heading out."

Then she turned back and hugged Yin Hao once more.

"Don't forget to come watch my match, Hao Gege..."

Yin Hao stroked Xiao Wu's two rabbit ears and said, "Don't worry. How could I forget?"

(End of Chapter)