Countless people discussed whom they had bet on, and no few simple-minded fools had wagered on a 0:3 outcome.
Ye Tian heard every word clearly, yet he did not hear a single person daring to bet on him winning all three matches.
At most, he heard the occasional voice betting that he would win two.
"Looks like this will be a tough fight." Ye Tian walked onto the arena with a grin, wearing an utterly harmless expression as he glanced at the spectator stands on both sides.
Just as expected, the Demon Sealing Stone on this arena had no effect on him. At the very least, Ye Tian did not feel the slightest restraint.
"It's over. I don't even know how to judge that idiot's expression. Could he really be some young master fresh out of a wealthy clan who walked in here unafraid of death?"
"This brat has clearly never suffered the beating of dirty hands..."
"What are we supposed to do now... I just bet that this kid would win one match!"
"Then you're looking down on Lu Qiu too much, aren't you? Against a kid like this, I think even I could do it."
Lu Qiu was roughly the same size as Jiang Ba, both of them burly men with thick necks and thick legs. His hands were wrapped in bandages as he stood on the arena, itching for a fight.
Seeing the confidence on his opponent's face, Ye Tian looked forward more and more to seeing that expression once he defeated him with ease.
As a rapid peal of bells rang out, Lu Qiu moved!
"Xingyi Quan?" Ye Tian watched his opponent's fist technique and was briefly dazed.
This fist technique seemed somewhat familiar.
But after two punches, Ye Tian shook his head again. It did