"Ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones?" Fang Lang's face flushed with anger. The sharp-faced, shifty-eyed man was blatantly bullying him.
What did fifty consecutive victories mean?
Fang Lang had never been to Sword Pool City before, but as a native Warrior of the Profound Sun Domain, he knew how hard it was to win fifty matches in a row.
If only three people had managed a hundred consecutive victories in five hundred years, then even fifty years might pass without more than a handful reaching fifty.
Every one of them was a genius renowned across the various domain clusters.
As for Qin Hao...
In Fang Lang's view, Qin Hao might be strong, but winning fifty consecutive matches would still be incredibly difficult.
Once he passed thirty victories, experts who had once won thirty or forty matches in a row would step in to stop him!
"Chirp, chirp." On Fang Lang's shoulder, the Cloudwing Beast cried out anxiously, its claws tightening slightly.
"Little One, are you confident?" Fang Lang asked softly.
"Chirp." The Cloudwing Beast urged him again.
Fang Lang gritted his teeth and nodded hard. "Fine, Little One. If you have this much faith in Qin Hao, how could I not support him? They're only Spirit Stones. Compared to Qin Hao, they're nothing."
"But if we're going to play, let's play big!"
Like a hotheaded young man who didn't know the height of Heaven or the depth of earth, Fang Lang shouted, "I'll take the bets! If Qin Hao wins fifty straight, the odds are ten to one! Forty-five straight, five to one! Forty straight, two to one!"
"Well? Does anyone dare place a bet?"
A wave of noise swept through the crowd...
The moment Fang Lang finished speaking, the entire Plaza erupted. Even the Warriors fighting on the other two