Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Went Soft

Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena was brilliantly lit.

The entrance was packed with people, from lavishly dressed nobles to commoners in rough cloth, every face filled with excitement.

The interior was even more crowded.

The circular stands were densely packed with spectators. Cheers, whistles, and conversations blended into a deafening roar that made their eardrums tingle.

At the betting area,

long lines stretched before dozens of windows.

People craned their necks and pushed forward, afraid of missing the final chance to place their bets.

The notice on the wall displayed the odds:

Imperial Dou Team: one to 1.1.

Shrek Team: one to fifty.

Yet the line for betting on the Imperial Dou Team already extended outside, while the window for Shrek was completely empty.

Occasionally, someone would pass by, glance at the odds, shake their head, and leave.

Flender squeezed through the crowd and arrived at a betting window.

"Place a bet for me, on Shrek Team."

He tapped the counter. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the people nearby to hear.

"Twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins."

The staff member behind the window froze, nearly dropping the pen in his hand.

Several people filling out betting slips nearby also turned around, their gazes landing on Flender.

Twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins?

Was this man insane?

The staff member recovered and carefully sized up the middle-aged man before him.

He had a shoehorn-shaped face, wore glasses, and was dressed in a somewhat worn robe. He did not look like a wealthy man.

"Sir, are you sure you want to bet on Shrek Team?"

The staff member confirmed again. "Twenty thousand Gold Soul Coins?"

"I'm sure."

Flender pulled a golden card from his robes and slapped it onto the counter.

It was the payment Ning Fengzhi had given