"Once you register to challenge a second-year student, you'll immediately be matched with a currently available second-year student. The match is random. After your opponent is confirmed, you'll have ten minutes to prepare. Those ten minutes are also the betting window."
As they headed to the second floor, Meng Chuanling made her final additions.
"There's also a private forum section dedicated to the arena zone. Once you've been matched, Tan Ning and I will spread the news there. A first-year newcomer is rare enough that plenty of upperclassmen will definitely come to place bets."
"Don't place any bets yourself. That'd be too obvious."
"It's not that I don't believe you. I just need to confirm one last time, Xu Zhi—are you really one hundred percent certain you'll win?"
Meng Chuanling's hands clenched tightly. No matter how carefully she had planned things out, her greatest reliance and biggest variable was still the seemingly frail young woman before her. The key to victory or defeat was not in her own hands.
Xu Zhi's expression did not change. She did not even seem to think she had been asked a particularly serious question as she replied casually, "If I wasn't sure, would I be here to play the fool who throws money away for you?"
That was true.
Meng Chuanling let out a breath of relief. Xu Zhi had borrowed three thousand credits herself!
"Then... good luck."
Xu Zhi smiled gently. This worked out perfectly. Cursed Speech had broken through level 20, which was roughly equivalent to a Supernatural having just entered the Immortal stage. Meanwhile, Little One, which had been quietly lurking around her wrist, had already entered the first stage of [Immortal].
Xu Zhi now understood that the Familiars' unique [Evolution] traits represented the number of steps they had taken along