Duel? Things Don't Look Good

Zhong Feng looked around, observing the arena.

The floor of the duel arena was made of spliced black and white squares, closely resembling a chessboard.

The dueling area was square, with sides roughly two kilometers long. In terms of distance alone, it was more than enough for a Tier 5 cultivator to perform.

Additionally, it was worth noting that many large seats were arranged around the perimeter of the duel arena, as if prepared for dragons.

Just as Zhong Feng was observing the venue, thirty or forty dragons who had been watching the commotion filed in, occupying the seats around the arena.

Every single dragon was exceptionally excited, shouting loudly:

"There's another duel to watch today; Daniel really doesn't disappoint."

"Is this already the twelfth time this month?"

"That's right, that's right. Daniel has dueled twelve times this month with twelve consecutive wins. I basically follow along for every single match."

"So, should we start some side bets this time too?"

"People are already taking bets: odds for Daniel winning are 1 to 1.04, and odds for the opponent winning are 1 to 9."

"1 to 1.04? That's really shady!"

"You think it's shady? Then why don't you bet on the opponent winning?"

"How is that possible? Don't go losing your own capital."

Dragons of various colors argued noisily as they took their seats in the surrounding spectator stands.

Aside from discussing the odds, some dragons were also cheering on Daniel and Zhong Feng in the arena.

This made the atmosphere of the entire duel arena resemble ancient Roman blood-sports.

And Zhong Feng seemed to be the "beast" in the colosseum.

He was currently crying without tears.

He had come to make a trade with the dragon race, so why did it come with a mandatory fight?

Princess