Just as Yi Chen had hoped.
With the fame he had built in Zhu Lu Arena, plus Thomason's wild spending of resources to keep the odds fixed at an enticing ratio, his first life-and-death duel after coming to Bloodthirsty Arena had driven the total wagered amount to an absurdly high level.
The total bet amount kept soaring madly, and that only drove the audience crazier and crazier.
"Damn it, I don't even know who to bet on!"
"What a headache! I originally wanted to take a shot at the underdog. This Clay—I heard a friend mention him a few days ago."
"Every duel looked like he was bound to lose. But somehow, in the end, he always turned defeat into victory. It's freakishly strange."
"This match also looks like he's bound to lose. But looking at it the other way, there's a very real chance he'll create another miracle."
"My original plan was to bet on him winning as long as the odds went over a hundred to one. But in the end, the odds have kept wavering around fifty to one and just won't go up."
"My guess is that the big shot behind this Clay has placed another heavy bet on him. There are also quite a few people thinking the same as you, wanting to take a shot at an upset. It's just that they think fifty to one is already good enough to make a move."
"I don't know what the people betting on an upset are thinking. Don't be fooled by fifty-to-one odds—those odds are way too low. The gap in strength between the two sides is so big that even a miracle might not be enough to turn it around."
"You have to understand, Terry is from the Time Race. The Time Race's one-on-one