Didn't You Say You Had Insider Information? I Bet 1.5 Million!

The person who greeted Lu Feng was none other than Zhao Chang, the principal of Third Martial Arts High School—the scoundrel who had forcibly changed his Martial University spot to Zheng Tong.

With his receding hairline on full display, Zhao Chang looked Lu Feng up and down in surprise.

As far as he knew, the student came from an ordinary family. Where had he gotten the money to frequent a high-end venue like the Beast Fighting Arena?

Lu Feng merely shot him a cold glance. He couldn't even be bothered to reply. Turning around, he headed into the arena.

"Brat, what's with that attitude?" Zhao Chang couldn't help cursing under his breath.

He was a principal, after all, yet the kid hadn't even bothered to greet him.

Then he remembered that the school had taken away Lu Feng's spot, so they were technically in the wrong. He decided not to make an issue of it.

As luck would have it, not long after Lu Feng found his seat, Zhao Chang came over and sat down right beside him.

They had bought their tickets one after the other, and their seats happened to be adjacent.

Zhao Chang shot Lu Feng a cold glance. Neither of them said another word, and they quietly waited for the match to begin.

Soon, it was five o'clock.

On the platform in the middle of the arena, the Host gave the usual opening remarks. Then two Warriors led an Exotic Beast out of the south and north gates and into the arena.

As before, the opening match featured two Tier 2 Exotic Beasts.

Lu Feng looked at them, but just like last time, he felt no heat in his chest, nor did any energy flow into him.

He had never figured that out. Why couldn't Exotic Beasts below Tier 3 provide him with energy?

Fortunately, he could still control both beasts completely.

Lu Feng picked up the betting device and placed his bet on a draw without hesitation.

The minimum bet was 100,000 Star Martial Coins. The money had come from the cut Hong Tiejun gave him when he first brought him to the Beast Fighting Arena, and today it would serve as his starting capital.

Seeing him place a bet right away, Zhao Chang shot him a disdainful glance.

Just as he'd thought. The kid was a broke student with no experience. Betting right off the bat meant this was probably his first time in a place like this.

But when he saw Lu Feng had bet on a draw, he couldn't help speaking up.

"Kid, are you stupid or just loaded? You're betting on a draw?"

The odds of a draw were probably less than one percent. Almost no one bet on one.

The kid's 100,000 was guaranteed to go down the drain.

Lu Feng still ignored him, focusing intently on the two Exotic Beasts in the arena.

As soon as they were injected with Rage Agent, he immediately used his ability to control their movements in turn.

Under his interference, the two beasts wore each other down until they were completely exhausted. In the end, both collapsed and died.

Zhao Chang was instantly dumbfounded.

Even after the Host loudly announced a draw, he still hadn't quite recovered.

The kid... had actually guessed right?

A draw!

Ten-to-one odds!!!

What had he just missed?

If he'd followed Lu Feng's lead and bet, he'd have made a fortune tonight!

As the result was announced, a line appeared on the screen of the betting device in Lu Feng's hand: [Bet successful. Winnings transferred to payment account.]

His account balance instantly rose to one million.

The second match began soon after.

Zhao Chang kept watching Lu Feng out of the corner of his eye. When he saw him bet on a draw again—this time putting down 500,000—he was shocked.

Was this kid crazy?

Another draw?

Did he know the result in advance?

Impossible.

The matches were always fair. The outcome depended entirely on the Exotic Beasts' strength, and winning or losing came down to luck. That was the Beast Fighting Arena's standard line.

Even if there really were insider deals, how would a broke student like Lu Feng know about them?

After all, everyone knew that the Beast Fighting Arena was backed by the Alliance military. Even high-ranking government officials couldn't know what went on behind the scenes.

"That last round was definitely just luck," Zhao Chang reassured himself.

He looked at the two new Exotic Beasts entering the arena. In the end, he didn't follow Lu Feng's lead. Instead, he bet on the larger beast.

More than ten minutes later, the second match ended—with another draw.

Lu Feng's account gained another five million.

"Y-you... how did you do that?"

Zhao Chang couldn't sit still any longer. He stared at Lu Feng in disbelief. "Can you really predict the outcome?"

Lu Feng looked up at him, and a sudden urge to mess with him came to mind.

"Principal, how could I predict the outcome?" He leaned close and whispered in Zhao Chang's ear. "It's just... I have insider information."

"Really?" Zhao Chang perked up and hurriedly pressed him. "What's the result of the next match?"

"Another draw."

"Are you serious?"

Three draws in a row sounded almost impossible.

"Suit yourself if you don't believe me." Lu Feng feigned indifference, turned away, and ignored him.

Once the third match's Exotic Beasts entered the arena, Lu Feng took out his betting device and placed another bet on a draw right in front of Zhao Chang.

However... this time, he bet only 100,000.

Seeing the young man place his bet without hesitation, Zhao Chang began to waver.

If the tip was real, this was a windfall handed to him on a silver platter.

If he missed out again, he'd probably regret it for the rest of his life.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Chang finally steeled himself and put all his savings on a draw.

If the bet paid off, he'd win more money in one go than he could earn in a lifetime. From then on, he'd never have to worry about food or clothing.

A few minutes later, however, only one Exotic Beast had fallen on the platform.

Zhao Chang stood there stunned like an idiot. He didn't snap out of it until the Host announced the result. Then he glared at Lu Feng, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Kid! You tricked me?"

"Principal, what are you talking about?" Lu Feng asked, looking utterly confused.

"Didn't you say you had insider information? I bet 1.5 million!"

He was practically roaring, drawing curious looks from the spectators around them.

Zhao Chang didn't care what anyone thought. He jumped to his feet and pointed at Lu Feng. "If you don't pay me back, I'll kill you—"

He seemed to have completely lost his mind, his voice growing louder and louder.

People who lost everything at the Beast Fighting Arena were a dime a dozen. The staff quickly rushed over, grabbed Zhao Chang, and dragged him outside.

"Let go of me! I'm going to kill that bastard..."

His cries gradually faded into the distance.

Lu Feng rolled his eyes in the direction they'd dragged Zhao Chang and sneered inwardly. He was greedy, yet he blamed everyone else. He deserved to lose it all.

The fourth match began, and Lu Feng bet another 500,000 on a draw.

With Zhao Chang no longer bothering him, Lu Feng focused intently on the platform and continued absorbing energy from the two Exotic Beasts.

By the time the Mark on his chest was filled, the beasts had grown too weak to fight. The Beast Fighting Arena had no choice but to announce another draw.

As tens of thousands of spectators cursed, another five million appeared in Lu Feng's account, making him a millionaire.

Then he got up and left.

Lu Feng knew better than to push his luck.

Although he could manipulate the matches, winning too much in a single night would inevitably attract the Beast Fighting Arena's attention.

Knowing when to stop was a virtue most gamblers lacked.

But he didn't know that backstage at the Beast Fighting Arena, a staff member was staring in horror at the data on a computer screen.

"Four matches, three draws... and he bet correctly every time!"

The situation was so unbelievable that the staff member almost thought he was seeing things.

He hurriedly reported the matter to the higher-ups.