The Betting Board

"City Lord, the third round of the martial arts competition is about to begin. If we change participants now, I'm afraid the Heavenly Thunder Hall will not be pleased," a middle-aged man standing by said with some worry.

"You don't need to concern yourself with this. I will handle it later," Gu Rentong waved his hand.

"Chu Chen, who is Chu Chen?"

As soon as Gu Rentong finished speaking, a summons came from outside the peak. A young disciple from the Heavenly Thunder Hall, dressed in green, walked up the mountain.

Chu Chen did not reply, looking at Gu Rentong.

"Miss Shi, please wait a moment."

Gu Rentong said softly, then walked towards the disciple. After whispering a few words to the disciple, he beckoned to Shi Lan and Chu Chen.

Shi Lan and Chu Chen followed Gu Rentong, and together with the Heavenly Thunder Hall disciple, they arrived before a massive arena, nearly a hundred zhang long and wide, and about two zhang high.

The arena was cast from profound iron, inscribed with various formation patterns. Shi Lan glanced at it and recognized some of them as reinforcement arrays.

Thousands of onlookers surrounded the arena, creating a noisy and chaotic environment.

A particular spot in the crowd stood out: a square high platform, completely surrounded by people.

Everyone held Spirit Crystals in their hands, their expressions excited. A list of names hung above the platform. Chu Chen's name was at the very front, with "1 to 2 odds" written below it. Next to Chu Chen's name was another name: Yuan Guanhai.

This was clearly an open betting booth.

Shi Lan had some impression of Yuan Guanhai's name. According to the information, his strength was at the peak of Foundation Realm eighth level, which shouldn't pose much of a threat