Everyone's gaze was concentrated in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena, especially those gamblers who had placed heavy stakes on the defending champion.
The defending champion's odds were very low, but given his two consecutive crushing victories and trust in the Xishui Alliance, the vast majority of punters bet on the Xishui Alliance's defender to win.
Of course, there were also some people who chose to place their victory on that mysterious challenger. Although they knew nothing at all about the two opposing sides, high odds meant high risk, and also high reward.
The betting pools of this underground soul fighting were completely different from the casinos of the once-every-five-years Soul Fighting Tournament. The gamblers here didn't know the contestants on the field at all, didn't know where they came from, what their abilities were, or even their names.
Perhaps even the participants had decided to go up and fight on a whim; guessing the outcome depended entirely on luck. This was the characteristic of underground soul fighting.
Yet these gamblers dared to pour the vast majority of their Gold Soul Coins into that black-hole-like betting pool just for that return they considered to be well within their grasp.
At this moment, those gamblers who had placed heavy stakes on the defender looked toward the two people in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena with bloodshot eyes one after another.
Noticing the at least two hundred ill-intentioned gazes surrounding him, Huo Yuhao coldly swept his sunglasses-covered eyes around the outside of the arena.
A faint pressure from a Soul Emperor radiated outward from him, and they could feel those gazes shifting away with a hint of fear.
Only then did Huo Yuhao look back down at the evil soul master youth he was gripping in his hand.
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