Instant Kill

As the projected images of the two flickered, the jade tablet in Chen Fan's hand quickly displayed their real-time changing odds.

Needless to say, the odds were changing in a completely one-sided manner.

Luo Fangyan's odds soon rose to several dozen, then surpassed a hundred in the blink of an eye, and were still skyrocketing.

Meanwhile, Wu Cheng's odds had so many decimal places they were impossible to count.

The gap was simply too great.

Rather, the fact that anyone was still betting on Luo Fangyan to win was a marvel in itself.

But considering that there were millions upon millions of spectators, gathered from nearly all the strongest factions across the continent, it was only natural that there would be a few people with nothing better to do.

"If Wu Cheng and Luo Fangyan had arranged it beforehand and deliberately handed Luo Fangyan a victory, most people would probably lose even their underwear..."

Chen Fan suspected that this might be one reason people were betting on Luo Fangyan.

If she won, the returns would multiply by an unimaginable amount—they would strike it rich.

In truth, the points earned from victory affected the final rankings and seeding. No matter how badly Wu Cheng needed money, he could not possibly pull such a stunt!

And because Wu Cheng's odds were so low, those betting on him would not wager much either.

The more they bet, the lower Wu Cheng's odds became.

Even if they won, they would barely earn anything. Though the chance of losing was extremely low, if they did lose, not a single coin would remain.

Xiaoxi curiously leaned over to look at the jade tablet in Chen Fan's hand.

"Do you want to play too?"

Chen Fan smiled. "I'll lend you a million chips. However much you win,