Su Mo's sword strike was shattered with a wave of Murong Wudi's hand.
The crowd inwardly sighed; it was just as expected. Su Mo was simply no match for Murong Wudi, and within the entire Heavenly Spirit Sect, among the martial artists of the True Gang Realm Third Layer, no one was Murong Wudi's opponent.
Although Huang Yao felt no surprise, a trace of disappointment flashed through her eyes.
Ultimately, Su Mo still lacked Murong Wudi's excellence!
Just at that moment, Su Mo on the battle stage suddenly spoke, and his words brought a sudden silence to the entire audience.
"A wager of one hundred thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones is too small. How about fifty million mid-grade Spirit Stones?" Su Mo said in a deep voice.
Su Mo's words traveled across the entire area, plunging the crowd into silence before an immediate uproar erupted.
"Did I hear that right? Fifty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones?"
"Good heavens! Has Su Mo gone mad?"
"Does he even have that many Spirit Stones?"
"He's doubling down on a guaranteed defeat—does he actually have confidence in winning?"
The crowd was utterly shocked. Everyone looked at Su Mo with incredulity, completely failing to understand his train of thought. As for the notion that Su Mo could defeat Murong Wudi, not a single person would believe it!
"Fifty thousand!" Hearing this, Murong Wudi froze and slightly furrowed his brows. He did not care about the size of the wager, only that he did not possess that many Spirit Stones on hand.
Yet, thinking that it was impossible for him to lose, Murong Wudi still nodded and said, "Fine! I'll take that wager of fifty thousand mid-grade Spirit Stones. However, if you are defeated and cannot produce this many Spirit Stones, then I will have no choice but