After leaving the Heaven Concealing Qiankun Array, Chen Wen did not linger and headed straight for the Grand Arena.
At the same time, the entire Outer Ruins had fallen into an uproar, with nearly all the disciples rushing toward the Grand Arena.
Some factions' representatives in the Outer Ruins had even taken the opportunity to open betting pools, all to wager on how many moves Chen Wen could endure.
That was right.
Almost no one bet that Chen Wen could win. Most were betting on how many moves he could last.
This showed just how few people in the entire Outer Ruins thought highly of Chen Wen.
But on second thought, that was only natural.
In a one-against-a-hundred battle, who would be so hardheaded as to bet on Chen Wen winning?
How was that any different from throwing money away?
Before long, Chen Wen arrived outside the Grand Arena.
From afar, he saw a sea of people.
It had to be said that there were truly a great many people here to watch the excitement this time.
As he drew closer to the Grand Arena, a burst of noisy voices reached him.
"Don't hesitate. Place your bets already. This is a golden chance to get rich."
"Listen to me, bet that Chen Wen will definitely lose within ten moves. Rest assured, Feng Zhantian is very strong."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. I did missions with Feng Zhantian, and that was two years ago."
"Let me put it this way: even back then, Feng Zhantian was already far stronger than Feng Zhantong."
"Fine, then I'll bet that Chen Wen loses within ten moves."
"Hahaha, now that's more like it."
A betting pool on me?
That was rather interesting.
Chen Wen raised a brow and walked toward the source of