By yesterday evening, Madam Yang had already informed Lin Bai that he would be fighting the Blade Sovereign three days later. Lin Bai had not refused—in fact, he had not even asked about the Blade Sovereign's strength.
As for the gambling pool in the underground casino, Lin Bai did not care in the slightest.
But Madam Yang had no choice but to care.
The four handsome men surrounded Madam Yang and said in low voices, "Madam, tomorrow is the day of the match, but the odds for the Sword Devil and the Blade Sovereign in the casino are only one to two!"
"Even if we stake our entire fortunes on the Sword Devil, we won't earn much, and we'll still be taking a huge risk!"
Madam Yang's expression tightened as she said, "These odds are far too low. We won't make much money. I never expected that even after bringing out the Blade Sovereign, I still wouldn't be able to raise the odds!"
"It looks like the Sword Demon's reputation has gotten a little too big!"
"It seems the Sword Devil's reputation has been too strong lately!"
Madam Yang spoke expressionlessly. She knew full well that in this short half-month, the Sword Devil had fought and won repeatedly, making the martial artists in the Combat Arena grow wary one after another.
They no longer dared to place bets recklessly, afraid that one wrong step would leave them ruined!
"Then, Madam, how should we bet now?" the four handsome men asked curiously.
Madam Yang said in a low voice, "Don't worry about the others for now. Let's place our bet on this match first. We'll still bet on the Sword Devil winning!"
"If the odds haven't risen by midnight tonight, then place the bet!"
"Ten million merits on the Sword Devil