"Looks like Madam Gao sometimes makes a mistake. What should we do with another pretty boy?"
The yellow-faced man had bet on the plain-clothed man with Madam Gao earlier, but now he had lost. Du Feng, whom Buried Heaven was challenging, was even more handsome than the plain-clothed man. This put the burly man in a difficult position. He was afraid of losing if he continued to bet with Madam Gao, but he was afraid of missing out on the opportunity to strike it rich if he did not.
"Accept! Accept! Accept! "
The audience had already been stimulated by the previous performance. They saw that the young and handsome audience member was at the peak of the Martial Condensation Realm, and seemed to be half a step to the Supreme Power Realm, so they started to cheer.
"Here you go!"
Du Feng caught the leg, glanced at it, then tossed it back. He had no intention of accepting the challenge, but he noticed a problem when he caught the leg earlier. The plain-clothed man's soul was hidden in the leg. After catching it, he kept it in his necklace's mini world. Of course, this was not to be eaten by the ghost servant, but to save his life.
Since the soul had been saved, the stump was useless, so he tossed it back into the ring. Buried Heaven was about to catch it again when the leg exploded all of a sudden. Warm blood splattered all over him, making him look like a mess.
Buried Heaven's left shoulder was injured at the moment. It might seem like he would be at a disadvantage if he continued to fight, but he was actually very cunning. That was because Du Feng was not a professional fighter, so he was unprepared at the moment. He was just a spectator. Moreover, he knew Feng Siyuan and knew that he was a child adopted by Feng Guozang. People who were with Feng Siyuan were definitely not residents of the city, so there was an 80% chance that they would accept his challenge. As long as he won this round, he would have won five rounds in total. The '3' on the medal could also be replaced with '5'.
"Come up if you're a man!"
Buried Heaven touched the blood on his face and made a provocative gesture. The spectators were in an uproar again, all urging Du Feng to go up.
"Little handsome boy, if you win, these one thousand crystal stones are yours."
The rich lady who had lost 500 yellow crystals earlier took out a Rashomon chip card with the number "1,000" written on it. With this card, one could exchange it for one thousand yellow crystal stones in any shop in Stony Plain City.
As for Madam Gao, she changed her sitting position again. In an instant, her body was exposed, and a fragrance floated in the air. She also took out a chip card with a limit of one thousand, but it was not for tips, but for a bet.
"The odds are 1: 10. You can place your bet now."
The host did not miss the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. Now, the audience went crazy and all of them bet on Buried Heaven to win. Those who had bet on the plain-clothed man to win earlier were regretting it to death. Even if it was one to ten, it was still better than losing, so they quickly placed their bets on Buried Heaven to win.
"Alright, I'll bet on myself. Ten blue crystals."
Du Feng took out ten blue crystals and called the attendant over to record it. His meaning was clear — Yours Truly was not lacking in money. He didn't want to fight in the arena because of a few rich wives' bets. Since he was going to fight, it was for himself.
"Big brother, you …"
Feng Siyuan was dumbfounded. He looked at Du Feng, not knowing what to say. It turned out that this big brother was rich. Feng Siyuan had thought he was poor because he didn't buy a temporary identity card to enter the city. In the end, he took out a pure-colored blue crystal in a matter of minutes. Although ten blue crystals were equivalent to one thousand yellow crystals, the value reflected was not the same. For example, it was the same if you took out a whole piece of money and took out a hundred pieces of change to spend. Those who usually carried blue crystals with them were not poor people.
"Alright, I'll note it down for you."
The attendant in the arena was rather agile, recording the bill as soon as he took the money. As long as Du Feng won, his ten blue crystals would become one hundred. As a newcomer, the appearance fee for the first match was only one blue crystal, which was far less satisfying than betting.
Based on the mortality rate of Rashomon, it was basically impossible to get an appearance fee. Therefore, the contestants would bet heavily on themselves. They would either earn a lot or die. One blue crystal was basically the deciding factor.
Actually, Du Feng was just pretending to be rich. He had used all his crystals to upgrade his ghost servant, so he only had these blue crystals left. He might as well use a small amount to win a big one. As the saying goes, a penny is no match for a hero. In the Southern Continent, it was really difficult to move a single step without money. One couldn't even enter a city gate.
"Look, he's on stage."
"Yeah, he looks pretty good. If I had known, I would have bet on him."
"Haha, I secretly bet a little."
Seeing that Du Feng was on stage, a portion of the audience began to regret not betting on him. The rich lady, who had promised to tip Zang Tian a thousand yellow crystals, ended up betting heavily on Zang Tian. On the other hand, Madam Gao bet all one thousand yellow crystals on Du Feng. She seemed to be betting on good-looking people.
"What should we do? Madam Gao is still Lady Guo."
The yellow-faced man scratched his head. Lady Guo was the rich wife who looked older. This time, the two ladies bet on different people.
"Lady Guo this time."
The middle-aged man in blue hesitated, but after some thought, he decided to bet on Buried Heaven. He always felt that pretty boys were good-looking but useless.
"The bets are over. The match officially begins."
The emcee announced the start of the match as soon as they finished betting. Fortunately, they placed their bets in time. Otherwise, they would have missed it.
"Look at that guy, he didn't merge with his battle beast."
Those who came to Rashomon to participate in the deathmatch would merge with their battle beasts in advance. However, Du Feng just went up without summoning his battle beast. One of the audience members noticed this problem, and so did the others. After merging with their battle beasts, the person's aura and appearance would more or less change. For example, Buried Heaven in the arena had almost recovered from his shoulder injury. It had a lot to do with his battle beast's self-healing ability.
"It's over, it's over. I'm going to lose my money."
A few people who were lucky enough to bet on Du Feng began to regret it. Without merging with his battle beast in the arena, it was obvious that he was going to lose. With Buried Heaven's personality, he would not give his opponent a chance to summon his battle beast.
"Not necessarily. Maybe he's an expert."
There were always people who disagreed. They felt that this handsome young man might be a rare expert and that he didn't want to summon his battle beast.
"Maybe my a * s. I also thought that scholarly guy was an expert."
The audience discussed among themselves. They were all concerned about whether their bets would win or not. Only one person was calm. Throwing a thousand yellow crystals was like a game. He looked at Du Feng in the arena with a smile, as if he was going to hook his soul out.
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