The odds figures condensed from spiritual power above One Smile Pavilion suddenly twisted. Ye Zhen's odds changed from 1-to-1.9 to 1-to-1.7, plunging by two full points, while Chu Yang's odds correspondingly surged by two points!
One had to know that more than a thousand people had placed their bets in succession just now, and the odds had changed only bit by bit. Sometimes, even after several people had placed bets in a row, the odds would not change at all.
Yet now, for the odds to plunge by two points in such a dramatic shift, how many Spirit Crystals would have to be wagered to cause it?
The deeper question was this: if someone had placed such a heavy bet on Ye Zhen, did that bettor know something?
The martial artists who had bet on Chu Yang immediately began to feel uneasy.
Though few were like Ye Zhen and had wagered their entire fortunes, most had still bet at least half their assets.
"For the odds to shift this much, at least fifty million Mid-grade Spirit Crystals must have been put down, right?" Gai Li, the Gai Family's Grand Prefect, frowned slightly. He had seen clearly that betting was nearly over when the odds shifted, and the only person who had just placed a bet was Ye Zhen.
Wealth and strength were often related to a certain extent. This discovery stirred Gai Li's heart, and a bad premonition suddenly rose within him!
In an instant, many people came to the same conclusion. A few even began to regret their bets.
However, within moments, encouraged by their companions, they firmed their resolve again.
"Everyone, the quarter-hour is up. Bets are final. Next—"
"Wait, wait! Let this old man place a bet! I came late—let this old man place a bet!" A