Time passed in the blink of an eye...
Bibi Dong was busy rallying the entire Elder Hall to crush Shrek Academy.
Meanwhile, the second arena match had quietly begun.
Su Yu had waited a week. At last, he could reap another system reward.
[The second individual match will be randomly assigned!]
[Two participants have been successfully selected.]
[Level 98 Holy Spirit Cult Leader Zhongli Wu vs. Level 95 Qian Xunji.]
[Friendly reminder: Anyone may place a wager on this arena match, including but not limited to Soul Power, Soul Bones, and lifespan...]
The Heavenly Ranking announced the details of the second match.
It was like a deep-sea bomb going off, setting the whole continent abuzz.
First, there were the participants!
Most people probably weren't familiar with Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.
But Qian Xunji was a major figure.
As the former leader of Spirit Hall, who didn't know Qian Xunji?
Having a figure like him compete was already a huge talking point.
Yet what surprised everyone most wasn't Qian Xunji's identity.
It was the fact that Qian Xunji had been dead for more than a decade.
Now he had been summoned to take part in the arena match. It was practically a miracle.
Besides the shocking participants, everyone could also place wagers this time.
That made many people itch to try their luck.
As everyone knew, gambling was practically human nature.
Soul Power, Soul Bones, lifespan... all of it could be wagered.
A winning bet could turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.
Who wouldn't want to get rich overnight?
Think about it: an ordinary person might toil away for years to gain just one level of Soul Power.
Yet someone else could gamble and gain what took an ordinary person years of hard work.
How could that not stir envy and temptation?
Now the opportunity was right in front of them.
Most people would give it a try.
"System, you're a real sneaky one!"
"Since you know you can't get the better of me, you're trying to drag everyone else into this, huh?"
Watching the system's shenanigans, Su Yu felt rather helpless.
As a transmigrator, Su Yu knew the past and the future.
He was absolutely confident about every wager.
But no one else had Su Yu's god's-eye view. They had no idea who would win or lose.
Once they placed a bet, their fate was out of their hands; their fortunes were in the heavens. The outcome was all down to luck!
Still, what happened to everyone else had nothing to do with Su Yu.
If they lost everything, they had only themselves to blame.
After all, there was no such thing as a free lunch.
To win the system's reward, they first had to be ready to lose everything.
"Come to think of it, the Holy Spirit Cult really has it rough."
"First Ye Xishui faced Qian Daoliu, and now Zhongli Wu is fighting Qian Xunji."
"It's almost like someone's targeting them!"
Su Yu silently sympathized with the Holy Spirit Cult for three seconds.
With Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu's strength, there were no more than a handful of people in the world who could threaten them.
In other words, each of them had at least a 90 percent chance of winning.
But somehow, both of them had drawn bad luck.
Their opponents just happened to be among that handful.
Su Yu didn't even know what to say.
Maybe the Holy Spirit Cult had done too many wicked things and was getting its comeuppance.
Otherwise, Su Yu couldn't understand why they were so unlucky.
For this arena match, Su Yu was still going all in on Qian Xunji.
There was no need to think twice.
Qian Xunji's record might look terrible.
He'd been outnumbered three to one and still been killed by Tang Hao.
But the Six-Winged Angel happened to counter Zhongli Wu.
As an Evil Soul Master, Zhongli Wu was destined to lose against an Angel Martial Soul.
The only way Su Yu could imagine Qian Xunji losing was if the match were rigged.
Of course, Su Yu trusted that the system wouldn't rig it.
Spirit Hall...
When Bibi Dong saw Qian Xunji's name on the roster for the second arena match, she immediately lost her composure.
"Damn it!"
"How could he have been selected?"
Bibi Dong's face darkened.
She was afraid Qian Xunji might say something during the match that would put her in a bad light.
Even more, she feared that Qian Xunji would come after her for revenge.
Although she was now strong enough to trounce Qian Xunji, he had Qian Daoliu behind him, along with the entire Angel Clan and Worship Hall.
No matter how powerful Bibi Dong became, she still couldn't match Qian Daoliu or stand against the Worship Hall.
All these years, Bibi Dong had held back and refrained from destroying the Angel Clan precisely because she feared Qian Daoliu.
What was more, Qian Daoliu had now become a god.
Before Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong was like an ant.
The saying that everyone beneath the gods was an ant was no exaggeration.
At that moment, Bibi Dong's thoughts were a tangled mess.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of what kind of revenge Qian Xunji might take.
As she thought about it, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
She couldn't even bring herself to consider placing a bet.
Worship Hall...
Qian Daoliu gazed up at the arena suspended in the sky, his eyes faintly red.
As a centenarian, Qian Daoliu had long grown accustomed to partings and death.
But he was about to see his dead son again. Even someone as strong as Qian Daoliu couldn't stay calm.
That was his son, his own flesh and blood.
How could Qian Daoliu not care?
The one thing about Qian Xunji that had disappointed Qian Daoliu was his forcing himself on Bibi Dong.
Most of the time, though, Qian Xunji had been a good son and a capable pope.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo gathered to discuss who they should bet on.
As a businessman, how could Ning Fengzhi pass up a chance to gamble?
Investing was what he did best.
"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, who do you think will win this match?"
Ning Fengzhi already had an answer in mind.
But out of respect for Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, he still humbly asked for their opinions.
"Fengzhi, the outcome of this match is plain to see. We should naturally bet on Zhongli Wu."
Sword Douluo spoke confidently.
Everyone knew that, at the Titled Douluo level, each level of Soul Power was like a chasm.
At his peak, Qian Xunji had only reached level 95.
Zhongli Wu, however, was a level 98 Super Douluo.
There was a full three-level gap in Soul Power between them.
By all conventional reasoning, Qian Xunji was bound to lose.
Of course, the Douluo Continent wasn't without geniuses capable of fighting above their level.
If a Soul Master was sufficiently exceptional, they might still win even against an opponent a whole major realm above them.
So judging the outcome by Soul Power alone wasn't accurate.
But Qian Xunji wasn't one of those geniuses.
Back then, Qian Xunji had brought Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo along, yet the three of them still couldn't defeat Tang Hao, who had only just reached the Titled Douluo level.
That was proof enough that Qian Xunji was an ordinary Titled Douluo.
He simply wasn't capable of fighting above his level.
So as long as they bet on Zhongli Wu, they were certain to win.
"Exactly!"
"I see it the same way!"
Bone Douluo chimed in.
As far as he was concerned, there was no suspense in this match.
It wasn't as if they'd never seen Qian Xunji's strength.
When Qian Xunji was still alive, they had dealt with him many times.
They knew exactly how strong he was.