At this moment, Venerable Lei, who had been watching from afar for quite some time, raised his voice at the right moment. "The wagered duel between Lu Lihong of Wuming Hall and Ren Xiaoyao of Pill-Refining Hall... is now over. Lu Lihong of Wuming Hall wins!"
Thus, Zhang Xiaohua finally lost in this wagered duel where even divine sense had been "too late" to emerge.
"Wonderful!" Jubilant cheers erupted below. The disciples of Pill-Refining Hall all clamored excitedly, deeply proud and honored that they had witnessed such a splendid wagered duel, such moving brotherly affection, such a duel where friendship came first and competition second!
More importantly, they had all bet on Lu Lihong to win and earned a fair amount of points!
Of course, quite a few others howled like ghosts and wolves, looking up at the heavens and shouting, "Heavens are unfair! Why wasn't there an upset today?"
Yes, the heavens were unfair—but why were the heavens unfair?
It seemed even the heavens themselves did not know. Only those who could manipulate the outcome of the wagered duel knew!
And Zhang Xiaohua happened to be one of those people.
Perhaps only when the stakes of a wagered duel exceeded Zhang Xiaohua's psychological expectations would the heavens become fair. But after Zhang Xiaohua's earlier upset, so many people now wanted to follow in his footsteps. Naturally, the heavens had to become unfair.
Leaving aside the joys and sorrows of the betting disciples, Chen Fengxiao and Wu Zhouxu, who had long been waiting outside the arena, immediately entered once the winner had been decided. Smiling, Chen Fengxiao said to Lu Lihong, "Junior Brother Lu, your martial arts have made tremendous progress since before. We senior brothers are truly envious. The outer disciples of your Wuming Hall truly live up to