"Matches have winners and losers, and cheating at gambling is only to save the entire Outworld. What's wrong with becoming a demon for once? Sooner or later, the Outworld will understand us. As for the losses, those are inevitable. How could anyone keep eating without spitting anything back out? Just consider it repayment for all these years they've spent cultivating so many Heavenly Dao-realm experts." I sneered.
Lord Yun also gave a solemn smile. "That makes sense."
Once the participants had drawn lots, a stack of lists was quickly delivered to the leaders of every clan. I took a look. There were no major surprises. Although there were actually matchups where some of the disciples might face one another in the second round, the drawing of lots was fate itself, with no foul play involved. At least they could still make it to the next round, couldn't they?
The battles between Heavenly Dao-realm experts were quite interesting, especially after most of the powerful treasures had been removed or restricted. Their fights became more technical and more enjoyable to watch. Several groups of immortals took the stage and fought back and forth, with no one-sided victories. When it was the disciples' turn to fight, I naturally observed them carefully, so I could teach them afterward.
Since the thirty-two-to-sixteen bracket was so large, the disciples did not encounter one another directly in the first round. They all faced opponents from other clans instead. Moreover, because Shaozi and the other disciples had performed exceptionally well in the earlier melee, the common folk overwhelmingly placed their bets on them. Making a little money in the process was far too easy for me, since their odds were not very high. As the money flowed back and forth, it became a scene of exchanging cups and