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The underground arena was enormous. Soon, sixteen large screens appeared before them.
Of the sixteen hundred contestants, sixteen would survive the first round. In the end, only one of those sixteen would remain alive.
They could not hold sixteen hundred individual matches. Instead, sixteen arenas would start at once, with a hundred contestants in each. VIPs could watch live feeds from all sixteen arenas without going from one to another. The spectators below could only choose one arena, so they would see one or two at most. They would know almost nothing about the contestants elsewhere, and that limited knowledge was the heart of the gamble.
If you had only seen one or two contestants, who would you bet on when the final sixteen faced off?
Ninety percent of people would bet on someone they had watched. Thanks to that imbalance, the bookmakers had little fear of losing money. Their only concern was VIPs like Rogge and his crew.
They could watch every match in all sixteen arenas, and they were the real customers.
A hundred ordinary spectators betting ten thousand Beli each would put up only a million Beli. VIPs like Rogge, though, could wager hundreds of millions at a time—the equivalent of ten thousand ordinary bettors.
These wealthy heavyweights were where the real money lay. Tesoro did not dare try to fool them.
"Sixteen arenas? There are too many people. I can't keep track of them all," Ares said, shaking his head as he stared at the screens.
"True. It's impossible to see much of anything," Jelly agreed.
"Just watch what you can. Plenty of them are only there to make up the numbers. The ones with real ability should