"Steward Liu, Qin Hao has won fifty matches in a row. Can I have my Spirit Stones back?" Fang Lang rushed to the viewing platform and grinned at Steward Liu, the Black-Robed Elder, as he claimed his winnings.
"Of course." Steward Liu glanced at Fang Lang and nodded. "By the rules, the City Lord's Manor takes ten percent."
"No problem."
Fang Lang nodded at once.
With a wave of Steward Liu's hand, two Storage Spirit Rings appeared before Fang Lang. One was his own; the other held everyone else's wagers.
Fang Lang needed no invitation. He grinned and swept his Spiritual Sense through the second ring, counting all the Low-Grade Spirit Stones inside.
"Four million three hundred and sixty thousand! Heh, those Low-Grade Spirit Stones came easily enough!" Fang Lang beamed.
Everyone in the square watched. Many stared wide-eyed, while greed flickered in the eyes of others.
Over four million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, on top of the treasures Fang Lang carried that were worth more than ten million, were enough to tempt countless Saint Martial Grandmasters.
More importantly, Fang Lang was only at the True Martial Seventh Layer. How could someone with such cultivation and such wealth fail to stir their greed?
Of course, they were in Sword Pool City. No one dared make a rash move.
"Qin Hao."
As the crowd watched Fang Lang greedily, Steward Liu rose.
"Steward." On the Arena platform, Qin Hao turned and cupped his fists toward him.
"Congratulations on fifty consecutive wins," Steward Liu said with a faint smile. "By the rules, you may take a break of up to three days. That will also give more challengers time to arrive."
A break? Qin Hao's thoughts stirred. Fifty battles in succession had given him much to reflect on, especially regarding the Sword of Destruction.