Over the past few days, Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao had gone to the black market for a single match, made a Level Four Milk Bottle, and successfully earned an exemption from testing in the next match, leaping straight from the Qualifying Tournament to the second match of the Main Tournament.
Besides that, he had deliberately divided the 4.5 million Gold Soul Coins he had previously won betting through Chen An into nine portions, wagering five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins apiece on the number of contestants who would advance from the Qualifying Tournament.
Ultimately, Chen Ping's memory was not that good. He could not possibly remember the exact number of contestants who advanced in every match.
His dumb luck in picking a random number and winning last time had most likely come from riding Huo Yuhao's fortune. If he tried winning with another random number, Chen Ping worried he might suck Huo Yuhao dry.
Of course, because the rules of this Qualifying Tournament had also changed, betting on odd or even only paid out at 1.3 times the stake, whereas betting on the number of advancing contestants paid out at n times the stake. Relying on his vague recollection of how many would advance, Chen Ping placed his nine stacks of five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins on the numbers sixty-one through sixty-nine.
The reason was simple: in this tournament, so long as someone correctly guessed the number of advancing contestants, if that number was n, the payout would be n times the stake.
Chen Ping had no idea what genius had slapped their forehead and dreamed up such an outrageous payout scheme.
If only one person advanced in this tournament, that meant anyone hoping to double their stake would have to take a gamble with an expected chance