NovelEnglishAbigail's words immediately caught the attention of the crowd. Among them, martial artists with a penchant for gambling were particularly eager to join in.
However, everyone hesitated to approach her due to her status as the Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order.
"Alright, letstart things off!" Taking the initiative, Miles took a pendant and placed it on the table as his bet.
He continued, "I'm betting on Number 28 in the third battle ring. He's a disciple of the Vanguard Sect, and from what | know, he's quite formidable. His odds of winning are high." Then, he grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down the number 28 before tossing it into the designated matching bowl.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe tournament organizers randomly paired martial artists against each other rather than following a predetermined order to ensure fairness.
When the referee called out a name, the respective participant had to step onto the battle ring promptly. Failure to do so or arriving late would result in disqualification.
Ruby said, "I'll follow his lead and go with Number 28." She pulled a bottle of tablets from her pocket and placed it on the table. "These haemoplenish tablets work wonders to treat internal and external injuries." "Great! I'm open to any bet as long as the item holds value," Abigail said with a smile.
As the bookie, she wasn't worried about losing money. Instead, her concern lay in the potential lack of participants. After all, each additional bet would add to her earnings.
Dalen chimed in, "Countin." He opened a sandalwood box that contained a dazzling ruby that looked quite valuable. "I'm betting on Number 15 in the fifth battle ring." He scribbled down the number and tossed it into the bowl.
Dalen wasn't worried about the outcof the bet. Instead, it was about showing deference to Abigail and spicing things up.
To him, winning was a bonus, and losing would only mean parting with a gemstone, so he didn't see it as a big deal.
"I don't have anything valuable except this." Crystal pulled a short sword from her waist and placed it on the table.
The sword, forged from dark steel, was a foot long with intricate carvings on the hilt and embedded gemstones.
Ruby was surprised and asked, "Crystal, are you sure you want to bet with this dark steel sword?" "I hardly ever use it, so why not try my luck?" Crystal replied indifferently.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, she already had a long sword. The short one was leftover material from when her long sword was forged, so it didn't serve much purpose.
"So, who are you betting on?" Ruby asked curiously.
Crystal replied, "I'm placing my bet on Number 6 in the first battle ring." "Number 6?" Ruby glanced over to see a female martial artist and seemed puzzled. "Any particular reason?" "Just a gut feeling," Crystal replied, keeping it short and to the point.
"Oh, | see..." Ruby was momentarily at a loss for words. After all, Crystal's response was hard to argue with.
"Would you like to bet, Sir?" Abigail suddenly turned to Dustin and smiled coyly. "Well, you're loaded anyway, so losing a bit won't hurt." "You think I'm going to lose?" Dustin smirked. "I'm more concerned about winning and making you nervous." "Then, let's make a bet. Who's afraid of a little challenge?" She raised her chin defiantly.
He smiled and reached into his pocket to retrieve a bottle of tablets, which he placed on the table. "These are Tigarius tablets. They enhance physical abilities, boost cultivation, and breakthrough realms. This is my wager." "Tigarius tablets? Now that's sgood stuff!" Abigail's eyes lit up. "So, who are you betting on?"
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