The next day.
As usual, Li Yun finished his morning training and headed out.
After opening the side door, he habitually raised his knee, but it didn't hit anything this time~
He glanced down.
The little beggar was gone.
Li Yun looked away, his face expressionless.
Then he headed toward the tournament grounds.
On the way, he passed the betting stall set up by the Wild Wolf Gang and paused to think.
He slipped into an alley and used the Bone Shifting Technique.
His shoulders narrowed slightly, his brow ridge lowered, and his cheekbones sank a little.
His bones made a series of tiny cracking sounds. In an instant, he stood a little shorter, and his face looked a little rougher.
He reached into his storage space and pulled out a gray cloth shirt, then changed into it.
Then he went into the betting stall and checked the odds for the championship.
Perhaps the arrival of the Inner City forces yesterday had dampened the spirits of the Martial Hall disciples.
The odds for the Martial Hall disciples to win the championship had all increased considerably.
Su Xue and Ma Chen were both at three to one.
Li Yun was at five to one.
Perhaps Li Yun's luck had simply been too good yesterday, and he'd faced only relatively weak opponents.
So his odds were a little higher.
Li Yun pretended to reach into his clothes and take out all his savings—fifteen taels of silver. He bet on himself to win the championship.
"I'm betting on Li Yun of the Subduing Tiger Martial Hall to win the championship."
The Wild Wolf Gang underling, a man with a face full of fat, narrowed his eyes as he glanced over the silver on the table. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Then he plastered