The Angel Investor Misjudged

Su Yu was busy planning his future, feeling quite pleased with himself after his successful bet.

Meanwhile, the other factions were all wearing long faces, complaining endlessly.

First was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

Ning Fengzhi's expression was as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

As an Angel Investor, he never imagined that his judgment would fail him this time.

As a businessman who had been grinding for many years, Ning Fengzhi had long since developed a sharp eye.

Before placing his bet, Ning Fengzhi was absolutely certain that Zhongli Wu would win.

Yet, who could have foreseen that the final outcome would take such a turn?

Qian Xunji borrowed the Angel Holy Sword and forced Zhongli Wu to surrender and concede with a single strike.

If Zhongli Wu hadn't shouted his surrender quickly enough, he likely would have perished on the spot.

Ning Fengzhi felt deeply puzzled regarding the matter of borrowing a divine artifact.

Were the rules of the Arena Tournament really that lax?

Qian Xunji could just borrow it whenever he wanted.

There was absolutely no obstruction.

One had to understand that in any major Great Soul Arena, such a thing would never be permitted.

Unless Qian Xunji had brought the divine artifact onto the stage from the very beginning, borrowing a sword mid-match was considered an external interference.

Originally, Ning Fengzhi had counted on this bet to help him break through to level 80.

But in the end, he had only lifted a rock to drop it on his own feet.

Not only did he fail, but he even dropped an entire level of soul power.

To cultivate back that one level of soul power, Ning Fengzhi would need at least a year.

Furthermore, he would have to spend quite a lot of resources in the process.

Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi felt a throbbing ache in his teeth.

Of course, he was not the one who suffered the greatest loss in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect this time.

The ones who lost the most were Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

It was not particularly difficult for Ning Fengzhi to cultivate back that one level of soul power.

After all, his realm was only that of a Soul Saint.

But Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were truly unlucky.

As everyone knew, for a Title Douluo, cultivating even a single level of soul power was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This time, for Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to cultivate back the level of soul power they lost, they would either need several years or some great stroke of fortune.

It could be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had suffered a massive loss this time.

"Damnable!"

"I have reason to suspect that the entity behind the scenes controlling the Arena Tournament intentionally let Qian Xunji win."

Sword Douluo looked displeased.

Qian Xunji's move of borrowing a divine artifact mid-match was simply underhanded beyond measure.

Sword Douluo speculated that it must be because too many people had bet on Zhongli Wu to win.

Therefore, the entity controlling the Arena Tournament wanted to ensure Qian Xunji's victory.

Otherwise, something like borrowing a divine artifact mid-match would certainly not have been allowed.

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

He also felt that this made sense.

Once one enters the path of gambling, it is as deep as the sea.

When the house opens a market, they must make a profit.

If everyone could win against the house, how would that be any different from charity?

The greatest charm of gambling lies in its uncertainty.

Just when you are full of confidence, the outcome often takes a turn.

The reason, naturally, is that the house must control the board.

Why would the entity controlling the Arena Tournament open betting to them?

It was nothing more than to squeeze them for their wealth.

Otherwise, why go through all that unnecessary trouble?

Did you really think there was someone in this world kind enough to hand you free benefits?

"It seems that next time we place a bet, we must do the opposite."

"The person least likely to win is the one most likely to succeed."

Ning Fengzhi summarized his experience and said.

This failure did not discourage him.

On the contrary, Ning Fengzhi became more courageous with every setback.

As long as he bet two levels of soul power next time, he could recoup all his losses at once.

"Fengzhi, don't get carried away!"

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi looked a bit desperate from his losses, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo immediately spoke up to advise him.

Ning Fengzhi's current appearance was no different from those gamblers who had lost their minds.

What did he mean by betting the opposite?

And for the next bet, he wanted to double the stakes immediately.

No matter how you looked at it, these didn't sound like words spoken by a rational person.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, rest assured."

"I am not carried away..."

"I have simply figured out the patterns of gambling."

Ning Fengzhi smiled indifferently.

His tone was full of confidence.

He, Ning Fengzhi, was known as the Angel Investor.

Misjudging this time was merely a minor mistake.

Next time, he would surely wash away his shame.

"Father, what are you all talking about?"

Just then, a quirky voice interrupted Ning Fengzhi's grand words.

Hearing the familiar voice, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's expressions brightened, and ignoring Ning Fengzhi, they immediately went to greet the speaker.

"Rongrong, you're finally back."

"Have you suffered out there?"

"I told you before to stay in the sect, but your father wouldn't listen."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo approached Ning Rongrong with faces full of doting affection.

The two of them loved Ning Rongrong far more than her own father, Ning Fengzhi.

"Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, I came back this time because the academy has disbanded."

Ning Rongrong's face was full of sorrow.

If it weren't for Martial Soul Hall, she wouldn't have been left without a school to attend.

Originally, Ning Rongrong had intended to recruit Tang San more effectively while at Shrek Academy.

But in the end, the appearance of Martial Soul Hall shattered her beautiful fantasies.

"Rongrong, who made you unhappy?"

"Tell us, and we will stand up for you."

Seeing Ning Rongrong unhappy, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo immediately wanted to back her up.

Ning Rongrong explained the whole sequence of events.

When they learned that the source of Ning Rongrong's unhappiness was Martial Soul Hall, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo immediately wore bitter expressions.

If this had happened in the past, and Martial Soul Hall had made Ning Rongrong unhappy, they would have certainly found a way to cause trouble for Martial Soul Hall.

But now, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo dared not.

The reason, naturally, was Qian Daoliu, the deity.

Martial Soul Hall now had a deity presiding over it.

Whoever crossed them would be courting their own death.

If Qian Daoliu were displeased, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would likely follow in the footsteps of the Clear Sky Sect.

Furthermore, Qian Xunji had been resurrected.

Martial Soul Hall now possessed one additional Title Douluo level of combat power.

If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were to oppose the Martial Soul Hall, it would be like an egg striking a stone.

It could be said that the Martial Soul Hall had won a fortune from these two Arena Tournament matches.

"Rongrong, from now on, you must not act recklessly or presumptuously regarding anything related to the Martial Soul Hall."

Ning Fengzhi warned Ning Rongrong sternly.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect currently lacked sufficient strength and could not afford to be targeted by the Martial Soul Hall.

Otherwise, their entire sect would be in danger of annihilation.

"I know, Dad."

Ning Rongrong shrank her neck, not daring to retort.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo comforted Ning Rongrong.

"In the future, aside from the Martial Soul Hall, whoever dares to bully you, we will beat them up."

As one of the Upper Three Sects, there were not many forces the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect feared.

The two of them had the qualifications to say such things!

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong immediately beamed with joy!

"Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, you are the best."

"Sigh..."

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, you have spoiled Rongrong rotten."

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly.

He was both happy that Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo cherished Ning Rongrong as if she were their own granddaughter.

Yet he was also worried that Ning Rongrong would be spoiled to the point of becoming lawless.

It was one thing for Ning Rongrong to be lawless within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect on a daily basis.

But once she was outside, this personality of hers could potentially lead her to suffer a great loss.