Thinking of his classmates made Lu Yin miss them even more, and he couldn't help smiling.
In Calon's eyes, the smile he thought was friendly looked like a demon's grin. Sweat dripped from Calon's forehead.
Every time he ran into this bastard, something bad happened. It was over. His Supreme Competition had come to an end. It was over.
Lu Yin was annoyed. What was with Calon's expression? Why was he looking at him like he'd seen a ghost? Was he really that scary? The older he got, the more timid he became.
The Supreme Competition concerned the honor of many people and the competing interests of numerous factions.
But to most of the universe, the competition was just a spectacle. It let them learn which experts were out there, who the young Supremes were, and watch them grow.
But for some people, it was different. Those people were the bookmakers who set the odds for the Supreme Competition.
After the battle in the Third Layer ended, an ancient family in the Beast Taming Flow Realm was plunged into a bloodbath.
Before the competition, this ancient family had acted as a bookmaker, setting the odds on Little Mountain God's performance. The family was connected to the Divine Grade Hall and knew Little Mountain God's strength, so they had high hopes for him.
When Little Mountain God was eliminated in the Third Layer, the amount they had to pay out was astronomical. In the end, they even lost their entire family fortune.
They had considered refusing to pay, but the consequences would have been even worse. They didn't even know who had placed bets. The moment they tried to renege, an Enlightenment Realm Expert showed up. Then several more Enlightenment Realm Experts attacked, while people from within the Divine Grade Hall,