The Arena (3)

With a point of Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's finger, an arched giant gate of silver metal appeared. It was dim and lusterless, with no spatial fluctuations on its surface.

"Creating a stable entrance and exit for a dimensional space just for excitement—how utterly inhumane."

"My lord, on the left it's No. 13 versus No. 15, and on the right it's No. 1 versus No. 6. Which match shall we watch?"

"No. 13 is a black snake, and No. 15 is a lion. Let's check out the other side first."

As they entered the right side, they heard quite a few Ōtsutsuki chattering away, all making predictions about the upcoming match.

"Bet on No. 1. It'll definitely win this round."

"That's right, bet on No. 1. Young Master Kosuke's battle pet can spew high-temperature flames."

"The odds are a little low! Three to one."

"The opponent is a new ice-element beast."

"What new beast? That's the recently famous No. 6. It fought No. 10, No. 8, and No. 7 in succession and won every match, climbing all the way up from the bottom to No. 6."

"It's that strong? Then that means..." An Ōtsutsuki in the crowd pondered.

Suddenly, an Ōtsutsuki spoke up and cut off the doubtful voice. "No. 1 will definitely win. No matter what, it's No. 1."

"That's right. No. 1 represents strength. I went and bet on No. 1 early on—I put down 10,000 points."

"Come on, let's go place our bets."

"Yeah, yeah. Didn't it just beat a few weaker opponents?"

"I'm betting 6,000 points on No. 1."

"I'm betting 8,000 points on No. 1. This is my entire fortune."

"I'm betting 3,000 points."

"I'm betting 2,000 points."

What followed was a rising chorus of wagers. Carried along by the momentum, nearly everyone bet on No. 1 to