Ning Fengzhi, Stop Now, Don't Gamble Anymore

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Ning Fengzhi was struggling with whether to bet on Bibi Dong or Long Xiaoyao.

Having misjudged the situation twice already.

Ning Fengzhi no longer dared to place bets recklessly.

He was not an omniscient god; he could not grasp everything.

Ning Fengzhi was well aware of Bibi Dong's strength.

She was a powerhouse at the absolute peak, beyond any doubt.

And although Long Xiaoyao appeared to have the superior configuration compared to Bibi Dong.

Ning Fengzhi still dared not make a decision lightly.

After all, the previous Arena Tournament had featured such an oddity as Xuan Zi.

Originally, in that last Arena Tournament!

Ning Fengzhi had been ninety-nine percent certain he could place a winning bet!

Yet he never expected that Xuan Zi would actually show up to the match drunk.

To the point of handing a free kill to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

As the saying goes, a fall into a pit, a gain in your wit.

With Xuan Zi as a precedent, Ning Fengzhi could not guarantee that Long Xiaoyao wouldn't also prove unreliable.

"Fengzhi, stop while you can."

"Gamblers never meet a good end!"

Just as Ning Fengzhi was caught in a dilemma.

The admonishing voice of Sword Douluo rang out from the side.

Ever since they suffered their first loss, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had stopped gambling.

They might be highly gifted in cultivation.

But when it came to gambling, they were complete novices.

Unless there was absolute certainty.

Otherwise, placing a bet was nothing more than a gamble.

Ning Fengzhi had already lost three levels of soul power.

If Ning Fengzhi were to lose again this time.

Then he would not be far from falling below the rank of Soul Saint.

Sword Douluo did not want to watch Ning Fengzhi ruin himself.

"Uncle Sword, I want to win back what I lost."

Ning Fengzhi was a merchant with pride.

He had lost twice in the same place.

Naturally, he wanted to win it back.

He was unwilling to just swallow this bitterness.

"Fengzhi, you are obsessed."

"The more you want to win, the more likely you are to lose everything."

"The tricks involved here are far more complex than they appear."

Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly.

Ning Fengzhi's current state could be described in one phrase: he was blinded by his losses.

Ning Fengzhi had lost his rational judgment.

Sword Douluo had to stop him.

If Ning Fengzhi placed another bet, he would likely sink deeper and deeper.

"Fengzhi, Chen Xin is right."

"You cannot place any more bets."

"If you don't have absolute certainty, it's just throwing it away."

Bone Douluo chimed in from the side.

"Dad, stop!"

"If you keep gambling, our family will have nothing left."

Ning Rongrong did not want to watch Ning Fengzhi fall from the rank of Soul Saint.

Ning Fengzhi was the backbone of the sect.

If any accident were to befall Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong's good days would be over.

She had to persuade Ning Fengzhi to remain calm.

Hearing the vehement opposition from Ning Rongrong and the others.

Ning Fengzhi, who had originally wanted to place another bet, had no choice but to call it quits.

"Since that is the case, then let it be for now."

Although Ning Fengzhi was unwilling in his heart.

He was still capable of listening to reason.

He knew that what everyone said made sense.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Yu Yuanzhen remained as steady as an old dog, not placing any bets.

However, his heart at this moment was extremely unsettled.

"How are the martial souls of these future soul masters all so powerful?"

First, there was Xuan Zi's Taotie Martial Soul, which surpassed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Now, here came another, Long Xiaoyao.

The quality of Long Xiaoyao's Dark Sacred Dragon was also above that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Yu Yuanzhen felt very panicked.

Any beast martial soul chosen at random from the soul masters of later generations was more formidable than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Yu Yuanzhen was deeply worried about whether the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan of the future would be able to maintain its current status.

One must know that the title of the world's strongest beast martial soul sect had always been the honor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen had still been planning to lead the sect to greater heights and make it eternally great.

But now...

With Xuan Zi and Long Xiaoyao appearing one after another.

Yu Yuanzhen was filled with anxiety regarding the future of his sect.

With people like them around, what right did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have to claim the title of the strongest beast martial soul sect?

"When a soul master from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan appears next, I must ask the people of the future what the future holds for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

Yu Yuanzhen calculated secretly in his heart.

Clear Sky Sect!

Ever since Tang Xiao and the others lost a spirit bone.

They had all become well-behaved!

What "getting rich overnight"?

That was all a lie.

The risks of gambling were too high.

No one could afford the consequences of failure.

Unless they had absolute certainty, the Clear Sky Sect would never easily enter the fray again.

Tang Xiao did not want to gamble away the entire foundation of his sect.

"Damn it!"

"How is it that a soul master from Martial Soul Hall is chosen again?"

"Isn't the appearance rate of Martial Soul Hall a bit too high?"

The Seventh Elder, Blazing Sun Douluo, was very dissatisfied.

This was already the fourth Arena Tournament.

Yet, every single time, it was a member of Martial Soul Hall who took the stage.

Their Clear Sky Sect also wanted to compete on the same stage as the soul masters of the future and win rewards for the sect.

"Old Seven, calm down."

"One day, it will be the Clear Sky Sect's turn to take the stage."

The Second Elder was more composed.

He did not care about this trivial matter.

In his view, this was not something worth getting angry over.

Martial Soul Hall being chosen for four consecutive rounds could only be attributed to good luck.

It was impossible for there to be any favoritism.

They must maintain a sense of reverence.

Anger changes nothing.

Furthermore, being selected for the Arena Tournament is not necessarily a good thing.

If one's strength is sufficiently formidable, one can look down upon the world.

Then, stepping onto the arena is an opportunity.

But if one's own strength is too weak.

Then, after stepping onto the arena, what awaits is punishment.

While the rewards are indeed rich, one must also be mindful of the penalties.

After all, not everyone is qualified to take away the rewards.

"I understand!"

Blazing Sun Douluo was very obedient regarding the Second Elder's admonition.

What the Second Elder said indeed made a lot of sense.

Stepping onto the arena is not necessarily a good thing.

If one lacks the strength to defeat the opponent, it is a nightmare.

Heaven Dou Empire!

Qian Renxue had not seen Bibi Dong for many years.

She did not expect that when she saw Bibi Dong again.

It would be through the Arena Tournament.

Watching that familiar figure of Bibi Dong on the field.

Qian Renxue's emotions were complex.

She and Bibi Dong did not get along.

Yet, deep down, she did not wish for Bibi Dong to lose.

The mere thought of Bibi Dong losing and having to accept cruel punishment.

Left a bitter taste in Qian Renxue's heart.

"Bad woman, you had better not lose face for Martial Soul Hall."

Qian Renxue muttered to herself.

Star Dou Forest!

Xiao Wu was cursing Bibi Dong frantically.

"Old woman, bad woman, stinking woman, you must lose."

Xiao Wu did not want Bibi Dong to win.

Her mother was hunted down by Bibi Dong.

The hatred for her mother's killer was irreconcilable.

Xiao Wu had always harbored resentment toward Bibi Dong.

She swore that once she had the strength to take revenge, she would definitely find Bibi Dong to settle the score.

"Sister Xiao Wu, is cursing like this really useful?"

Titan Giant Ape scratched its head.

"Of course it's useful!"

"Er Ming, let's bet on Long Xiaoyao together."

"This can increase the success rate of the curse."

Xiao Wu was acting superstitious.

Vainly attempting to borrow the power of Long Xiaoyao to kill Bibi Dong!

Titan Giant Ape obeyed and followed suit.

All along, whatever Xiao Wu said, it would do!

Regardless of whether it was useful or not!

As long as Xiao Wu was happy, that was enough.