The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!
Ning Fengzhi was torn between betting on Bibi Dong or Long Xiaoyao.
After two bad calls,
Ning Fengzhi no longer dared to bet on a whim.
He wasn't an all-knowing god. There was no way he could account for everything.
Ning Fengzhi knew how powerful Bibi Dong was.
She was unquestionably a peak powerhouse.
And although Long Xiaoyao seemed even stronger than Bibi Dong on paper,
Ning Fengzhi still didn't dare make a decision lightly.
After all, that oddball Xuan Zi had appeared in the previous Arena Tournament.
The previous Arena Tournament!
Ning Fengzhi had been 99 percent sure he'd win his bet!
But he'd never imagined Xuan Zi would show up drunk.
And end up giving Golden Crocodile Douluo a free kill.
As the saying went, a fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.
After what had happened with Xuan Zi, Ning Fengzhi couldn't be sure Long Xiaoyao wouldn't prove just as unreliable.
"Fengzhi, stop while you're ahead."
"Gambling addicts never end well!"
Just as Ning Fengzhi found himself caught between two choices,
Sword Douluo's advice rang out beside him.
After losing the first time, Sword and Bone Douluo had stopped gambling.
They might have been gifted when it came to cultivation,
but when it came to gambling, they were complete novices.
Unless they were absolutely certain,
placing another bet would be a gamble.
Ning Fengzhi had already lost three Soul Power levels.
If he lost again this time,
he wouldn't be far from falling below Soul Saint.
Sword Douluo didn't want to watch Ning Fengzhi ruin himself.
"Uncle Sword, I want to win it back."
Ning Fengzhi was a proud businessman.
He'd lost twice in the same place.
Of course he wanted to win it back.
He couldn't bear to just swallow his pride.
"Fengzhi, you're fixated on it."
"The more you want to win, the more likely you are to lose everything."
"There's far more to this than meets the eye."
Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly.
One phrase summed up Ning Fengzhi's situation: he'd gotten carried away after losing.
Ning Fengzhi had lost his ability to judge rationally.
Sword Douluo had to stop him.
If Ning Fengzhi bet again, he might sink even deeper.
"Fengzhi, Chen Xin is right."
"You can't bet again."
"Unless you're absolutely certain, you're just throwing your money away."
Bone Douluo chimed in from the side.
"Dad, stop while you're ahead!"
"If you keep gambling, we'll lose our home too."
Ning Rongrong didn't want to see Ning Fengzhi fall below Soul Saint.
Ning Fengzhi was the backbone of the sect.
If anything happened to him, Ning Rongrong's comfortable life would be over.
She had to convince him to calm down.
Hearing Ning Rongrong and the others strongly object,
Ning Fengzhi, who'd still been tempted to place one more bet, had no choice but to back down.
"Since that's what you all think, let's leave it at that for now."
Ning Fengzhi was still unwilling to give up,
but he was sensible enough to listen.
He knew the others had a point.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
Yu Yuanzhen remained as steady as an old dog, placing no bets.
But inside, he was deeply unsettled.
"Why are the Martial Souls of future Soul Masters all so powerful?"
First came Xuan Zi's Taotie Martial Soul, which surpassed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
And now there was Long Xiaoyao.
Long Xiaoyao's Dark Sacred Dragon was also higher quality than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Yu Yuanzhen was panicking.
Pick any Beast Martial Soul from the future, and it would be stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Yu Yuanzhen was deeply worried. Would the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still be able to hold on to its status in the future?
After all, being the strongest Beast Martial Soul clan in the world had always been the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's claim to fame.
Yu Yuanzhen had hoped to lead the clan to even greater heights and make it great forever.
But now...
As Xuan Zi and Long Xiaoyao appeared one after another,
Yu Yuanzhen was filled with worry about the clan's future.
With people like them around, what right did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have to call itself the strongest Beast Martial Soul clan?
"Next time a Soul Master from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan appears, I'll ask someone from the future what becomes of the clan."
Yu Yuanzhen silently made a note to himself.
The Clear Sky Sect!
Ever since Tang Xiao and the others lost a Soul Bone,
they'd all learned their lesson!
Getting rich overnight?
That was just a fantasy.
The risks of gambling were too high.
No one could afford the consequences of losing.
Unless they were absolutely certain, the Clear Sky Sect would never take part again.
Tang Xiao didn't want to lose the sect's entire foundation.
"Damn it!"
"Why was another Spirit Hall Soul Master selected?"
"Hasn't Spirit Hall been showing up a little too often?"
Seventh Elder Blazing Sun Douluo was deeply displeased.
This was already the fourth Arena Tournament.
And every single time, some damn member of Spirit Hall had been sent out.
The Clear Sky Sect wanted to compete alongside future Soul Masters too, and win rewards for the sect.
"Seventh, don't lose your temper."
"One day, it'll be our Clear Sky Sect's turn."
The Second Elder was more patient.
He didn't let this small matter bother him.
In his view, it was nothing worth getting angry over.
Spirit Hall had been selected four times in a row. It could only mean they'd been lucky.
It couldn't possibly mean the selection was biased.
They had to remain respectful.
Anger wouldn't change a thing.
Besides, being selected for the Arena Tournament wasn't necessarily a good thing.
If you were powerful enough to look down on the world,
then stepping into the arena was an opportunity.
But if you were too weak,
then stepping into the arena meant punishment awaited you.
The rewards were certainly generous, but the punishments mattered too.
After all, not everyone was qualified to claim the rewards.
"I understand!"
Blazing Sun Douluo readily accepted the Second Elder's admonition.
The Second Elder had made a good point.
Being selected for the arena wasn't necessarily a good thing.
If you couldn't defeat your opponent, it would be a nightmare.
The Heaven Dou Empire!
Qian Renxue hadn't seen Bibi Dong in many years.
She hadn't expected that the next time she saw Bibi Dong,
it would be through an Arena Tournament.
Watching Bibi Dong's familiar figure on the field,
Qian Renxue felt conflicted.
She and Bibi Dong didn't get along.
But deep down, she didn't want Bibi Dong to lose.
Just thinking about Bibi Dong losing and having to suffer a cruel punishment
left Qian Renxue feeling uneasy.
"Wicked woman, don't you dare bring shame on Spirit Hall."
Qian Renxue murmured to herself.
The Star Dou Forest!
Xiao Wu cursed Bibi Dong with all her might.
"Old hag, wicked woman, stinking woman, you'd better lose!"
Xiao Wu didn't want Bibi Dong to win.
Bibi Dong had hunted down her mother.
The murder of one's mother was a debt that could never be forgiven.
Xiao Wu had always held a grudge against Bibi Dong.
She swore that once she was strong enough to take revenge, she'd make Bibi Dong pay.
"Sister Xiao Wu, do curses like that really work?"
The Titan Giant Ape scratched its head.
"Of course they do!"
"Er Ming, let's both bet on Long Xiaoyao."
"That'll make the curse more likely to work."
Xiao Wu spoke in a mysterious, solemn tone.
She tried to borrow Long Xiaoyao's strength to kill Bibi Dong!
The Titan Giant Ape obediently did as she said.
It had always done whatever Xiao Wu told it to!
Whether it worked or not!
As long as Xiao Wu was happy.