"The odds are 1: 7. You bet 200,000 Contribution Points on yourself. In other words, you'll get 1.4 million Contribution Points back. After deducting your capital, you'll make a net profit of 1.2 million Contribution Points!"
After Nie Zui, the custodian of the Palace of Death, took the Crystal Card from Duan Lingtian, he casually tossed the Crystal Card to the Bronze Flame Elder who was in charge of the bet. Then, he looked at Duan Lingtian deeply.
"Even if you return me 400,000 Contribution Points, you'll still make a net profit of one million Contribution Points today!
In the history of Zoroastrianism, I'm afraid you're the first Saint Land disciple to earn one million Contribution Points in a day! "
When Nie Zui reached the end of his sentence, he could not help but sigh emotionally. Everyone, please search for the most complete version! Thank you!
"It's all thanks to Elder Nie Zui for lending me the Contribution Points. Otherwise, let alone one million Contribution Points, I might not even be able to earn 10,000 Contribution Points. For this reason, I still have to thank you, Elder Nie Zui. "
Duan Lingtian smiled modestly.
"You don't have to thank me."
Nie Zui shook his head. "If you didn't place the bow with me as collateral, I wouldn't have given you 200,000 Contribution Points. However, I didn't expect you'd actually kill Yang Wen and become the biggest winner today!"
As soon as Nie Zui finished speaking, he looked at Duan Ling Tian with a complicated expression in his eyes.
When Duan Lingtian came to him as collateral for the bow, Duan Lingtian was certain he was confident. He could vaguely sense Duan Ling Tian's confidence, but he did not take it to heart.
From the looks of it, perhaps Duan Ling Tian knew he would definitely win from the beginning!
At the same time, the three Palace of Death Bronze Flame Elders who were the first to regain their senses had a grave expression on their faces. Most of the Saint Land disciples present on the scene had a grave expression on their faces as well.
Many Saint Land disciples clenched their fists with a tense expression on their faces. It was as though their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
"3,000 Contribution Points … My 3,000 Contribution Points are gone just like that?"
A skinny Saint Land disciple slumped on the spectator seat. His eyes were lifeless, and it was as though he had nothing to live for.
"It's only 3,000 Contribution Points! Why are you shouting? I've lost 9,000 Contribution Points! That's all of my assets! Damn it! Damn it!! "
A burly Holy Land disciple roared in a low voice.
At the same time, he shifted his gaze to the corpse lying on the Death Arena and spat on the ground. "True disciple? A Saint Celestial Stage powerhouse? He was actually killed by an ordinary elite disciple. Trash! Trash!! "
As soon as the Saint Land's disciple cursed at Yang Wen's corpse, it was as though a fuse had been lit. The Saint Land's disciple who had bet on Yang Wen was furious.
"How shameful! A true disciple died in the hands of an ordinary elite disciple … In the history of our Zoroastrianism, there has never been such a piece of trash! "
"Not only has there never been such a waste in the history of Zoroastrianism, but there has also never been such a waste in the history of the other two great religions!"
"The son of the Northern Plethora Sect's Fifth Elder … What a disgrace to his father!"
"Two brothers died in the hands of Duan Lingtian one after another. I can't help but be convinced … If the Northern Plethora Sect's Fifth Elder, Yang Chong, finds out that his eldest son is so useless, I'm afraid he'll be so angry that he'll throw up three liters of blood, right?"
"Yang Wen, you're trash! Trash! You caused me to lose so many Contribution Points! Why don't you just die?! "
…
The group of Saint Land's disciples exploded. It was as though a flash flood had erupted.
All sorts of humiliating words were spat out from the mouths of the Saint Land's disciples. They did not care about the dead at all as they cursed Yang Wen to vent the anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
"Duan Lingtian actually won?"
There were also a few Saint Land's disciples who had bet some Contribution Points on Duan Lingtian. When they regained their senses, excitement could be seen on their faces.
"If I knew Duan Lingtian would win, I would've bet more on him!"
"Alright! Don't be greedy! It's already good enough that we didn't lose like the others. Didn't you see how many people wanted to tear Yang Wen into pieces? These people must have lost a lot of Contribution Points! "
…
As the few Saint Land's disciples whispered among themselves, they went to look for the Bronze Flame Elders in the Palace of Death to collect their Contribution Points.
"Junior Brother Ling Tian, congratulations!"
Sun De flew up to Duan Lingtian and congratulated Duan Lingtian.
"Senior Brother Sun De, go and collect your Contribution Points."
Duan Lingtian smiled.
Upon hearing Duan Lingtian's words, Sun De felt a little awkward.
In fact, the reason he had bet on Duan Lingtian was because he wanted to repay the favor he owed Duan Lingtian. He had even planned to squander the 100 Contribution Points.
However, he did not expect Duan Lingtian would actually kill Yang Wen and obtain the final victory!
In other words, he had earned 600 Contribution Points out of nowhere.
"Senior Brother Ling Tian, congratulations!"
At the same time, Guan Xiu also came to congratulate Duan Lingtian. At this moment, his face was glowing as though he had encountered a joyous occasion.
"I didn't disappoint you after all."
Duan Lingtian revealed a friendly smile when he faced Guan Xiu. "Go and collect your Contribution Points. You've earned a lot!"
"It's all thanks to Senior Brother Ling Tian."
Guan Xiu smiled.
He was happy not only because he had earned more than 20,000 Contribution Points, but it was also because those who had doubted him earlier were looking at him with envy and jealousy.
Previously, he had bet 3,500 Contribution Points on Duan Lingtian. Many people had doubted him, and some of them had even said nasty things about him.
However, now that Duan Lingtian had killed Yang Wen, those people had fallen silent.
At this moment, he felt extremely proud.
"Duan Lingtian!"
At the same time, Nie Zui, the custodian of the Palace of Death, who had just received a Crystal Card from a Bronze Flame Elder in the Palace of Death, raised his hand and passed the Crystal Card to Duan Lingtian. "There's one million Contribution Points here. It's your reward for winning the bet today."
"Thank you, Elder Nie Zui."
Duan Lingtian thanked Nie Zui as he received the Crystal Card.
After receiving the Crystal Card, his gaze shifted to the Crystal Card. As he infused the Sun Saint Energy into it, the Crystal Card showed its balance.
One million Contribution Points!
To a Saint Land disciple like him who had just entered the Saint Land of Zoroastrianism, one million Contribution Points was undoubtedly a huge fortune.
"One million Contribution Points! Duan Lingtian actually earned one million Contribution Points! "
When Duan Lingtian received the Crystal Card, many Saint Land disciples shifted their gazes to Duan Lingtian.
Their gazes were filled with envy and jealousy.
"One million Contribution Points … Those are the Contribution Points that originally belonged to us!"
Many Saint Land disciples felt as though their hearts were bleeding. Their Contribution Points had now become someone else's possession. This made them feel displeased and helpless at the same time.
After all, the other party did not snatch their Contribution Points. Instead, he had won their Contribution Points fair and square.
In the beginning, they had the opportunity to bet on Duan Lingtian.
However, since they did not think highly of Duan Lingtian, they had missed the opportunity to earn a huge sum of Contribution Points.
"It's all Yang Wen's fault! It's all Yang Wen's fault! "
Soon after, most of the Saint Land disciples shifted their gazes to Yang Wen's corpse and began to curse again.
In their opinion, Duan Lingtian was the cause of this.
They had lost so many Contribution Points because of Yang Wen's death.
"Junior Brother Ling Tian!"
Duan Lingtian had just put on a brand new Saint Land disciple's uniform and completely concealed the characteristics of a Nine-clawed Dragon Warrior when a voice resonated in the air. He immediately lifted his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
With just a glance, Duan Lingtian saw Liu Mu flying in the air from afar. In just a blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of him.
"Senior Brother Liu Mu."
Duan Lingtian greeted Liu Mu with a smile. He glanced at Liu Yun who was standing next to Liu Mu and nodded his head in a friendly manner.
"Thank you."
Currently, Liu Yun no longer had the arrogance he had when he first arrived in front of Duan Lingtian. He took the initiative to thank Duan Lingtian.
The reason for his gratitude was, naturally, because Duan Lingtian had allowed him to earn a huge sum of money.
Liu Yun's change in attitude was due to the strength Duan Lingtian had displayed earlier.
When he first arrived at the Palace of Death, he did not think highly of Duan Lingtian even though his cousin had asked him to bet on Duan Lingtian. He did not think Duan Lingtian would be a match for Yang Wen.
However, Duan Lingtian's strength had completely shocked him.
Especially the sword technique that Duan Ling Tian executed at the end. Even he could not catch a trace of it!
Naturally, he knew what this meant.
This meant if Duan Lingtian wanted to kill him, a Martial Cultivator at the Second Form of the Saint Celestial Stage, he would not be able to defend himself at all.
He was not confident he would be able to withstand Duan Lingtian's sword technique that killed Yang Wen.
For this reason, Liu Yun's attitude toward Duan Lingtian had changed drastically.
"I bet 100,000 Contribution Points and earned 600,000 Contribution Points …"
Liu Yun looked at Duan Lingtian and said, "Give me your Crystal Card, and I'll transfer 300,000 Contribution Points to you as a thank you gift!"
As the saying went, one would not slap a smiling face.
Moreover, Liu Yun was Liu Mu's cousin so Duan Lingtian only smiled politely. "Senior Brother Liu Yun, you deserve it. There's no need to give it to me. If you must thank someone, you should thank Senior Brother Liu Mu.
I think if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have bet on me. "
When Duan Ling Tian finished speaking, he looked at Liu Mu in a timely manner.
"Don't worry. I'll give half of the remaining 300,000 Contribution Points to Brother Mu … The thank you gift won't affect this. "
Liu Yun said again.
Upon hearing Liu Yun's words, Duan Lingtian's impression of him improved. However, he still refused Liu Yun's kindness. "Senior Brother Liu Yun, I've already earned 1,000,000 Contribution Points today … These 300,000 Contribution Points don't mean much to me."
"How about this? Of the 600,000 Contribution Points you earned, you'll keep 300,000 … The remaining 300,000 Contribution Points will be given to Senior Brother Liu Mu. What do you think?"
In the end, Duan Ling Tian suggested to Liu Yun.
Liu Yun had no choice but to do as Duan Lingtian said when he saw how insistent Duan Lingtian was.
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