He pointed to the other side of the arena, where a figure stood silently.
"And his opponent is—"
Xiaosa paused, raising his voice.
"Special-Class Disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary—Qin Yan!"
With Xiaosa's introduction, the audience below immediately erupted!
"A Special-Class Disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary? Seriously?"
"Special-Class Disciple? Those are one-in-a-trillion geniuses!"
"I never expected Qin Yan to be a Special-Class Disciple of the Mystic Sanctuary. I'm betting on him to win!"
"Idiot!"
A burly man beside him snorted.
"Can't you see how low his cultivation is? Late Fifth Grade—he hasn't even reached Peak Fifth Grade!"
"You're betting on him? Got too much money with nowhere to spend? Why not give some to me?"
"Tch, a Late Fifth Grade dares to step into the arena? Isn't that just serving himself up on a platter?"
"I bet he won't last ten moves!"
"I'm betting on Cang Yuan! He's an expert with eight consecutive victories!"
"I'm betting on Cang Yuan too!"
Discussions broke out all across the spectator stands.
Some had faith in Qin Yan, but far more people did not.
After all, Qin Yan's cultivation was right there—Late Fifth Grade.
Cang Yuan, meanwhile, was at Peak Fifth Grade and had already achieved eight consecutive victories.
The difference between them was obvious at a glance.
At that moment, Qin Yan's odds had already reached 2.38!
That meant that if Qin Yan won, those who bet on him would receive 2.38 times their stake!
Even so, most of the young people in the stands still placed their resources on Cang Yuan.
After all, Cang Yuan had easily achieved eight straight victories. His strength was evident for all to see.
Moreover, his realm was higher than Qin Yan's, and he had more experience. Naturally, his chances of winning were far greater!
On the betting