Murong Wudi's words stirred the entire crowd into commotion once more.
A bet!
They were actually betting!
Murong Wudi and Su Mo—one wagering a King-grade Cultivation Method, the other a King's Divine Weapon. The stakes were simply far, far too great.
Whether it was a King-grade Cultivation Method or a King's Divine Weapon, both were sixth-grade treasures. Their value far exceeded what ordinary True Gang Realm Martial Artists could afford. Only Murong Wudi and Su Mo, backed by powerful masters, could possess such treasures.
Everyone became excited. Who would emerge victorious from this wagered battle? The loser would suffer a brutal loss!
The crowd was filled with anticipation!
However, nearly everyone favored Murong Wudi. In their eyes, Su Mo's King's Divine Weapon was as good as lost to Murong Wudi!
The only ones who had some confidence in Su Mo were Feng Shaoyu, Yun Fei, Tian Chen, Hong Qingxuan, and the others. Yet even their confidence in Su Mo was limited. Murong Wudi's past achievements were simply too dazzling.
"Eighth Senior Brother, Ninth Senior Brother, do you think Eleventh Junior Brother can win?"
Tian Chen's face was full of gravity as he said, "Eleventh Junior Brother's Sky Punishing Sword was bestowed by Master. If he loses the Sky Punishing Sword, Master will surely be furious!"
Yun Fei said solemnly, "Eleventh Junior Brother's ability to fight above his level is even stronger than ours. It is still difficult to say who will win or lose."
Feng Shaoyu nodded. "We have never seen Eleventh Junior Brother's true combat strength. Perhaps he has even stronger trump cards! However, Murong Wudi cannot be underestimated either. His Profound Gravity Field is incomparably powerful. Even if I fought him at the same level, my chances of defeat would outweigh my chances of victory!"
Feng Shaoyu and