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The battle continued relentlessly, showing no signs of stopping. In the Demon Arena, the challenge was not only about combat strength but also about the application and control of magical power. To enter the top twelve, one had to defeat the most enemies with the least expenditure of energy.
Once in the top twelve, competitors formed groups of three for a free-for-all, from which four strongest fighters would emerge to compete in the semifinals. Draws would determine matchups to decide the champion.
This time, the competition was rather lackluster. Only two members from the Black Magic Clan made it into the top twelve and were swiftly eliminated. In the semifinals, the Dark Demon Clan and Dragon Clan each secured two spots.
With that, there was no need for draws; they would face off directly to determine the two finalists. The Dark Demon Clan and Dragon Clan each claimed one spot. Those eliminated would compete for third and fourth place. Ultimately, in the final match, the Dragon Clan emerged victorious without any unexpected incidents.
As everyone had predicted before the competition, the Dragon Clan's Eighteenth Level Warrior indeed claimed first place.
Just as they had speculated, the Black Magic Clan faced a complete defeat due to a lack of capable successors.
The champion, Dragon Clan, did not express much joy; the gap in strength was evident. They had known beforehand that if nothing went awry, victory would belong to them.
The Demon Arena concluded, but the real spectacle was about to begin.
Everyone understood that this edition of the Demon Arena's highlight was not about the championship but rather the showdown between Dark Demon Clan's Young Master Wei Chen and Dragon Clan's Young Master Ginger Guest.
Before the Demon Arena commenced, news of Wei Chen and Ginger Guest's impending battle spread widely; nearly everyone in the demon realm knew that a confrontation between these two archrivals—representatives of their respective clans—would involve matters of dignity for both families.
With all eyes on them, the battle venue was set at the central arena of Demon Dragon Palace. This arena was hastily constructed after the championship duel and was even larger than that used for determining the champion.
In Dragon City, anyone of significance gathered at Demon Dragon Palace's square. Thousands filled the area densely; it was a sea of heads as far as one could see.
Even before Wei Chen and Ginger Guest made their appearances, excitement filled the air.
The earlier contest between Dark Demon Clan and Dragon Clan’s Talented Youths had been visually impressive but lacked surprises, leaving some feeling it was somewhat dull. However, Wei Chen and Ginger Guest's battle truly touched upon issues of dignity between Dragon Clan and Black Magic Clan, promising to be a dazzling spectacle.
But some people already knew about Wei Chen's strength and were filled with pessimism regarding the upcoming duel.
"According to what I've heard, Black Demon Wei Chen is only at the ninth level and is still cultivating the Three Souls and Seven Spirits. He hasn't even trained in magic power..."
"Is that for real? How can he even fight?"
"Who knows? This duel seems inexplicable; the power levels just don't match up."
"Does that mean the Dark Demon Clan Young Master is bound to lose?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Although the Dark Demon Emperor is the strongest in the demon realm, compared to those top Immortal Emperors from the Nine Immortal Realm, he doesn't fall short at all. But his grandson is a different story."
"Don't be ridiculous. I know some insider information. The Dark Demon Clan Young Master just returned to the demon realm recently; he had been training in a Low-Level Spatial Dimension before, which is why he's still working on the Three Souls and Seven Spirits."
"That's right. I heard that when the Dark Demon Clan Young Master arrived in the demon realm, it caused a phenomenon—the Nine Suns appeared in the sky. The appearance of those Nine Suns coincided with his arrival."
"So if that's the case, he has been in the demon realm for less than ten days?"
"To be precise, it's been about eight days. No matter how talented someone is, they can't possibly make significant progress in that time. It's understandable that he's still at the Three Souls and Seven Spirits cultivation stage."
"Regardless, can a Ninth Level Warrior really compete against a Thirteenth Level Warrior? If he doesn't get instantly killed, it would be a miracle."
"That's impossible. Although our Dragon Clan is strong, we've always been careful not to offend the Black Magic Clan too much. Even if the Dark Demon Clan Young Master performs poorly, it should be a clean defeat without any casualties. If something happens to him in our Dragon City, who knows how furious the Dark Mage would get? Who could withstand that?"
"Don't forget, though—the Dark Magic Royal Family is thin on numbers. The Dark Mage and Black Demon Wei Chen are their last remaining bloodlines."
"Well, I can confidently say that the Dark Demon Clan Young Master won't suffer any serious injuries, but he will definitely lose."
"Sigh, it's really a pity. I actually have quite a good impression of the Dark Demon Clan Young Master. Countless people want to visit Shenzhou, but how often does that opportunity arise? It was the kind-hearted Dark Demon Clan Young Master who generously spent a thousand copper coins to give us this chance. Hehe, I was fortunate enough to receive one and got to visit Shenzhou. I'm not exaggerating; Shenzhou is truly powerful. Every formation up there is something I've never seen before."
"The Black Magic Clan has a deep foundation that our Dragon Clan can't compete with, but you shouldn't just praise outsiders. Our Dragon Clan isn't lacking either."
"Pfft, what’s so great about our Dragon Clan?"
"Our overall strength is stronger!"
"What good is overall strength if we still can't compare to them?"
"The moon always seems rounder for outsiders. Some people would do anything to become talents of the Black Magic Clan."
"I'm just afraid they wouldn't want me. Otherwise, I would be very willing to join the Black Magic Clan."
"Hmph, that's the advantage of our Dragon Clan. If you were in the Black Magic Clan or even the Dark Demon Clan, would you dare say such things? Only in our Dragon Clan can ordinary warriors and commoners discuss these matters freely and enjoy complete autonomy. Would you dare say such things in other clans?"
"What good is freedom? The Black Magic Clan is united, and the Dark Magic Royal Family cares for its people more than we do with our freedom."
"You don't understand; living in the Dragon Clan is a blessing. The Black Magic Clan doesn't compare, especially the Dark Demon Clan, which oppresses its people severely. It's simply not a place for humans. Being in the Dragon Clan means we should love our clan instead of belittling ourselves."
"Enough already, everyone has their own aspirations. My Formation Assignment is so strong that it's completely overlooked in the Dragon Clan. If I were in the Black Magic Clan, I could become a Formation Master."
"That's laughable. Your Formation Assignment is strong?"
“Did you hear? The Young Master of the Dark Demon Clan, Wei Chen, may not be very strong, but his Mental Strength is impressive.”
“Yeah, when he first arrived a few days ago, he was able to clearly project his voice into the ears of hundreds of thousands. That level of Mental Strength is unmatched.”
“This battle is going to be exciting. I suspect the Young Master of the Dark Demon Clan has a chance to be a dark horse. Most people don’t think highly of him, but I believe he can win.”
“If you have so much faith in the Young Master of the Dark Demon Clan, why not place a bet? Right now, the odds for him winning are twenty-eight to one.”
“Is it really that outrageous? So if I bet one Tenth-Grade Magic Stone and the Young Master wins, I could get twenty-eight Tenth-Grade Magic Stones back?”
“Yep, if you’re bold enough, go ahead and place your bet.”
“Brother, let me give you some advice: don’t throw your money away. An odds of twenty-eight to one means that Wei Chen’s chances of winning are almost zero. Do you know what the odds are for the Ginger Guest Young Master?”
“How much?”
“One point zero six. That means if you bet one hundred Magic Stones and the Ginger Guest Young Master wins, you’ll get back one hundred and six—making a profit of six.”
“That’s so low?”
“A Thirteenth Level Warrior against a Ninth Level Warrior—what do you think? Anyway, it’s better not to bet. The gap is too big. Betting on the Ginger Guest Young Master won’t yield much profit, while betting on the Young Master of the Dark Demon Clan is just throwing money away. You’ll lose everything.”
“Heh, you all lack courage. Do you know what it means to go against the tide? I’ve already placed a bet of one hundred Magic Stones—all on the Young Master of the Dark Demon Clan.”
"Wow, the rich really have guts!"
"What’s there to be afraid of? Fortune favors the bold; it’s all about the thrill."
"A hundred Magic Stones isn’t a small amount. Are you really willing to just give them away to the Jiang Family?"
In the square of the Demon Dragon Palace, every competition held had someone betting on it. Without a doubt, only those from the Jiang Family were qualified to make a fortune in the Demon Arena. With strict odds calculations, the house never lost. Unless there was a large bet placed on an absolute underdog, the bookmaker would suffer heavy losses.
This time at the Demon Arena, the Dragon Clan made a killing, conservatively estimated to be in the tens of millions of Magic Stones. Wealthy individuals from all over the demon realm wouldn’t miss such an event; they had already arrived in Dragon City through their own means, just waiting for a chance to gamble big. Unfortunately, in the end, it was still the Jiang Family that profited.
Holding a Demon Arena requires a massive amount of funds, and neither participants nor families need to pay. Thus, the major clans hosting the Demon Arena have to employ some tactics to recoup their expenses. Therefore, each Demon Arena is essentially a money-making operation for the Three Great Clans, yielding substantial returns every time.
If there weren’t huge profits involved, who would willingly spend money?
Moreover, with wealthy individuals flooding into the entire demon realm, it inevitably boosts consumption in the hosting location, leading to extravagant spending and numerous benefits.
"What if Dark Demon Clan Young Master Wei Chen wins? Hehe, just think about how much I could earn!"
"Damn it, giving money to those royal families and feeling proud about it."
"We'll know once the results come out. Even if my Magic Stones are lost, it’s no big deal. Two major clans’ Young Mistresses battling it out—if I don’t bet big, wouldn’t that be a shame?"
"That makes some sense. I’ll place a bet too."
"On whom?"
"Of course it's the Ginger Guest Young Master. Although he might win by a small margin, it's still better than losing everything."
...
Everyone was discussing the showdown between Wei Chen and the Ginger Guest, which had drawn countless spectators. They all knew that this wasn't a true duel, but rather a contest between the Black Magic Clan and the Dragon Clan. Such an opportunity was rare, occurring only once in a hundred years, and they had to watch it unfold.
Around the square, hundreds of betting stations were set up, with representatives from the royal family overseeing the bets, ensuring their credibility. More than half of the total participants were placing their bets.
Undoubtedly, the vast majority were betting on the Ginger Guest. Those who supported Wei Chen were merely desperate souls who couldn't afford to wager enough to make a profit and could only go all in as a last resort.
In terms of support, Wei Chen's backing accounted for only five percent...
It was pitiful, but that was the reality.
What suspense could there be when a Ninth Level faced off against a Thirteenth Level?
If it weren't for rumors about Dark Demon Clan Young Master Wei Chen's strong Mental Strength, he probably wouldn't even reach one percent in support.
Even those from outside the clan, including the four hundred Talented Youths from the Black Magic Clan who had come to compete, quietly placed their bets on the Ginger Guest. Less than one-tenth of them symbolically bet a little on Wei Chen to show their support.
If the Dark Mage found out, he would surely capture those individuals, break their legs, and send them back to Shenzhou to reflect on their choices.
But from the attitude of the Black Magic Clan's elite, it was clear just how dismal Wei Chen's support truly was.
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