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Huang Hao's face lit up with excitement, fearing that Yun Fan might back out. He quickly spoke up!
"Yun Shidi truly deserves to be called a Heavenly Talent. I, Huang Hao, will bet ten thousand points against you!"
Hearing this, Yun Fan revealed a barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth. Huang Hao immediately rushed to the side, borrowed a few thousand points from several Elder Disciples, and pooled together all his savings to make a total of ten thousand points. However, he paid a hefty price for it; if he won against Yun Fan, he would gain some sect points.
The two soon arrived at the Arena, where the overseer glanced at them and asked a few questions.
"Are you both sure you want to bet ten thousand points?"
Both Yun Fan and Huang Hao nodded in agreement. Seeing this, the overseer didn’t say much more but shot a look at Yun Fan that seemed to say he was foolish. Although relying on luck had made him number one, his intelligence was lacking.
Even though Huang Hao suppressed his cultivation to the True Realm Ninth Layer, his explosive strength was not inferior to that of a mid-level Xuanjing disciple. After all, the Arena only limited their cultivation levels; everything else was unrestricted—battle experience, comprehension of intent, and mastery of martial skills were all at the mid-level Xuanjing standard.
Before long, both competitors handed over their ten thousand points, leaving them with the overseer. This was to prevent either party from refusing to pay up after being defeated or from failing to deliver such a large amount if they lost.
Zhou Da Cong watched as Yun Fan prepared to battle Huang Hao, a smile spreading across his face. Although Huang Hao was powerful, he was still far behind compared to Yun Fan at the same realm. After all, Yun Fan had previously defeated Yan Zhenqing, who was at the peak of Xuanjing with his True Realm Level Eight cultivation; now that he had broken through to True Realm Ninth Layer, his strength would likely be even greater.
He immediately raised his voice and shouted to those around him, "Come on! The betting is open! The number one contender Yun Fan is about to face off against the seasoned disciple Huang Hao! Bet on Yun Fan at six to one and Huang Hao at two to one!"
As soon as these words were spoken, excitement sparkled in the eyes of the surrounding Elder Disciples.
In the midst of such a lopsided battle, it was surprising that anyone dared to open betting; it felt like giving away money for free. Why not take advantage of it? The crowd surged towards the Elder Disciple, especially when they saw Zhou Da Cong.
Everyone's gaze was filled with skepticism; after all, they wouldn't just place bets for no reason. What if the house couldn't pay up? That would be a waste of time. One person shouted angrily, "Who does this little brat think he is? Does he even have the backing to open betting? Is he trying to set up a scam and run off with our money?"
Zhou Da Cong paid no mind to the insults, chuckling to himself. He pulled out a large stash of pills, elixirs, and spiritual herbs from his robe, including Second Tier, Third Tier, and even Fourth Rank items. These were all gifts from Yun Fan earlier; after all, to open betting, one must first display sufficient resources, or no one would place a bet.
As the Elder Disciples beheld such a bounty of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, their breaths quickened with excitement. Zhou Da Cong wore a proud expression as he slowly spoke, "Although I may not have the backing of a Sect, I possess so many pills and herbs. Even if I lose, giving you these items would hardly be considered a loss, right?"
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