Just as the Inner Sect disciples were placing their bets like mad.
On the arena.
Zhou Tianhai smiled calmly and did not choose to strike immediately.
He was still exceedingly confident in his own strength.
Chen Changqing had only entered the Inner Sect from the Outer Sect not long ago. No matter how strong he was, how strong could he possibly be?
Chen Changqing, on the other hand, looked utterly calm and composed.
He had also been present when Zhou Tianhai fought earlier.
Naturally, he could tell that Zhou Tianhai had some skill, but had only condensed just over ten thousand strands of true qi.
During Chen Changqing and Qingyang's previous trip to Hundred Herbs Valley.
He had slain three Core Formation cultivators in total.
Dai Xiongfeng, the Black Wind Stronghold's chief, had been the weakest, condensing only a thousand strands of true qi after reaching Core Formation.
The two Demon Sect cultivators, Duanhun and Miepo, were both Core Formation experts who had condensed over ten thousand strands of true qi.
Yet Chen Changqing had still killed them with a single sword strike.
Of course, this fight against Zhou Tianhai was not a life-and-death battle, so Chen Changqing naturally would not kill him.
Meanwhile.
Around the arena, the many Inner Sect disciples had finished placing their bets and were all staring unblinkingly at the two men facing off atop the stage.
"Why haven't they started yet?"
"With Senior Brother Zhou Tianhai's strength, wouldn't defeating Chen Changqing be as easy as turning over one's hand?"
"This is a sure win. We'll definitely earn quite a few spirit stones."
"I really don't know what Senior Brother Wang Yang was thinking. He actually put down so many spirit stones, all on Chen Changqing winning!"
"He probably wanted to gamble on it!"
"Yeah! Chen