"Who the fuck wants to earn Gold Coins with you? You think you're worthy?"
The Blue Dragon Wyrmling pressed close to Xiluo, stretched out his neck, and started mouthing off again.
"You lot aren't much to look at, but you sure dream big."
The Young She-Dragon curled her lip too.
She subconsciously moved a little closer to Xiluo.
"Stop talking nonsense! You want to take advantage of Xiluo without offering him anything?"
Barbara shook her head as well.
Those few remarks from the three Dragons greatly displeased the gathered Dragons, all adults or older. One Blue Dragon even roared:
"Damn it! We're all Chromatic Dragons. Can't we show a little unity?
"Fighting among ourselves every day just makes us a laughingstock for the Metal Dragons, Gem Dragons, and Sub-Iron Dragons!"
"What kind of bullshit is that? Unity? If we were united, why would we even be Chromatic Dragons?"
Abel curled his lip again.
His face was full of contempt.
His attitude gradually infuriated the surrounding Adult Dragons.
The curses and roars from both sides grew increasingly heated.
Listening to them gave Xiluo an even bigger headache.
But he kept thinking things over.
If he let these Dragons copy his bets, he should be able to gain something by negotiating properly.
But the risk was considerable.
After all, the Metal Dragons running things weren't idiots. If they couldn't profit from the betting, there would be no reason to keep it going.
They were the house, after all.
Even if they continued anyway,
they would probably resort to more underhanded tricks. If that lowered his chances of winning his bets, it wouldn't be worth it.
Besides, the round of 128 was different from before.
The number of matches had been halved, making it even harder to find suitable bets.
Then... should he