Of the three matches, two had already ended. Number Ninety-Six's strength, along with the formidable power of that Level 6 Soul Engineer's final level six soul tool, had left a deep impression on everyone.
Duels between soul engineers had always been quick. Even a slight difference in strength would readily reveal itself during a match.
And now, the main event was finally about to take the stage. The two contestants who had wagered against each other were about to begin.
The gamblers' breathing grew noticeably faster. The first two matches were over, leaving some rejoicing and others lamenting. But this third match had the highest odds of all!
Those who had bet on Huo Yuhao were especially anxious.
Although they knew their chances were slim, as long as even a thread of hope remained, they would hold on to the end!
The payout was a whopping three to one. If their bet came through, they would make a fortune.
The gamblers who had backed Soul Engineer Number Ninety-Eight, however, were not worried in the slightest. Six soul tools against one-the odds were on their side!
Unless his opponent had some decisive trump card, the gulf between their advantages and disadvantages was simply too obvious. They had nothing to worry about.
With a faint smile, Huo Yuhao went up onto the stage at the staff's urging. On the other side, Number Ninety-Eight also arrived, fully equipped with his six soul tools.
Their eyes met, and a smile appeared at the corner of Number Ninety-Eight's mouth. "Kid, feeling the pressure now? Get off the stage. Since you've given me such a generous gift, I don't want to kill you. I'll spare your life, but from now on, you must become my slave."
Huo Yuhao smiled faintly. "The match hasn't even started. How