"Stop yammering. Do you want to gamble in a duel or not? Don't waste my time. I'm busy—every minute, several stalks of sacred medicine could be falling into my pocket," Xia Ping said impatiently.
"Fine, I'll bet with you. Since you want to hand me points, why wouldn't I dare? Today, I'll settle this with you once and for all." Xi An was the first to speak, unable to wait any longer.
This was plainly a business where one could only profit and never lose. Fight one casual match and earn fifty points—only a fool would refuse. It was far better than going out to complete several missions, without any risk involved.
"I'm in. I'll bet too."
"Haha, I've never seen anyone so eager to give away money in my life. I'd be crazy not to bet."
"Count me in. Money has nothing to do with it. Mainly, I just want this kid to witness the strength and backbone of a Primordial Sacred Land disciple—something you outsiders can never compare to."
"That's right. We humans born in the Central Universe are the strongest. Humans from other regions of the universe are all useless trash. I'll prove that this is true."
Once the first person stepped forward, how could the many Primordial Sacred Land disciples remain seated? One after another, they agreed to duel Xia Ping, betting fifty points per match.
After all, this was a wager that amounted to being handed money. They had absolutely no reason to refuse.
Although this kid had once defeated Primordial Sacred Land disciples, who among those present lacked such a record? They were all peerless prodigies from every corner of humanity. No one believed himself inferior to anyone else.
"Good, very good. Then line up. Register one by one and sign the duel contracts."