Primordial Emperor

"Damn, this guy has so much money, and he even took my little money and stripped my vestment robe, how shameless..."

Zhou Liang cursed in his heart after knowing how wealthy Lin Chen was.

However, he only dared to curse in his heart, not out loud, for fear that Lin Chen might hear him nearby.

After returning from the small grove and heading to wager at Station No. 9, Lin Chen placed a bet of two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals on himself to win once more.

When Lin Chen went to place his bet, the other disciples around all paid attention to him. Seeing him continue to bet on his own victory, everyone was not calm.

"Damn, this kid is such a bastard, really hiding his strength. Otherwise, how would he dare to keep betting on his own victory, and with such a huge amount of two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals."

"Damn, he totally screwed me over last time."

"This time I'm following this kid's bet, guaranteed profit with no loss..."

"Mr. Tang, what are we betting on this time?"

"Do you even need to ask? Didn't you see that kid betting on himself? That's two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals, more than your entire fortune. Do you think he'd risk two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals to trick himself?"

"That's true, it seems this arena match isn't rigged. Otherwise, he wouldn't stake two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals."

As the betting proceeded, everyone this time unanimously wagered on the challenger to win.

This time, the bookmaker in charge of Station No. 9 indeed adjusted the odds, changing from the original one-to-ten to one-to-twenty, with the odds for the defender being twenty to one.

"I bet on the challenger to win, a hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals."

Zhou Liang didn't know the previous situation of Arena No. 9. Coming to the arena, he placed a bet on the challenger to win, staking a hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals.

"Place your bet and take your hand off, kid. If you've decided to bet on the challenger to win, let go of the money quickly."

The bookmaker at Station No. 9 looked at Zhou Liang, this clueless fool, watched him looking at the one-to-twenty odds and giving away money, with a smirk, urged him.

Upon hearing the urging, Zhou Liang couldn't help but snort coldly, thinking to himself, what's with this guy, does he really think I won't pay?

Are all these people in front of me idiots? That Master Qingxu has a cultivation of the Nirvana Realm Sixth Layer, while the defender is at the peak of the Nirvana Realm.

This match is without suspense, the challenger will definitely lose, who would bet on the challenger?

After all, the challenger isn't Lin Chen, thinking he has heaven-defying combat power?

Zhou Liang handed over the Spatial Ring. After the Station No. 9 bookmaker verified the number of Spirit Crystals, he registered Zhou Liang with a laugh.

Meanwhile, the surrounding disciples all looked at Zhou Liang with sympathetic eyes, as if he were an idiot.

Noticing the sympathetic gaze of everyone, Zhou Liang felt puzzled, thinking to himself, is this challenger a tough guy?

Moreover, after Zhou Liang placed his bet, he discovered something strange. In this match, any sensible person would think the challenger is almost impossible to win, yet other disciples actually bet on the challenger, Master Qingxu, to win.

Zhou Liang even noticed that even the person setting up the arena favored the challenger.

What's going on here?

"Senior Brother, can I ask, what is going on with Station No. 9? Why are you all betting on the challenger? He only has the Nirvana Realm Sixth Layer cultivation, while the defender is at the peak of the Nirvana Realm. The outcome of this battle is so obvious, shouldn't the defender win?"

Zhou Liang casually grabbed a disciple and asked.

"Hey, brother, you just arrived at Station No. 9, right? You were certainly drawn by the one-to-twenty odds, weren't you?"

The disciple looked at Zhou Liang with sympathy and asked.

Zhou Liang nodded. Indeed, he had just arrived at Station No. 9.

"Oh, I knew it."

"Brother, you're probably going to lose so much that you won't even have your underwear left after this. Before you came, Master Qingxu already challenged the arena twice. Before, we all thought that, with his cultivation, it would be impossible to defeat the defender."

"So, initially we all bet on the defender; only Master Qingxu bet on himself. And guess what happened?"

The disciple looked at Zhou Liang, deliberately keeping him in suspense.

"What happened?"

Zhou Liang played along, asking curiously.

"The result was that this guy surprised everyone, defeating the defender twice, accomplishing what seemed impossible, so we all guessed that this guy must be hiding his true strength."

"And this time he's betting twenty thousand on himself—do you think he will lose this match?"

The disciple looked at Zhou Liang and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Liang felt a chill in his heart, his whole body trembled slightly, feeling like this bet would be a total loss.

"So, this challenger really has extraordinary combat power; he must be hiding his strength."

Zhou Liang gritted his teeth in anger.

"Isn't it obvious? This guy dares to bet two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals on himself. He must have something up his sleeve and be confident enough to defeat the defender to do so."

The disciple laughed, having bet on the challenger this time, just waiting to make money with Lin Chen's win.

"Damn, no wonder that guy urged me to place my bet quickly, for fear I'd change my mind and switch my bet."

Zhou Liang thought painfully.

But suddenly he thought again, realizing something was off.

This wasn't his Spirit Crystal anyway, so why feel heartache? After all, Lin Chen told him to bet on the challenger; if he loses, Lin Chen can't blame him. Making Lin Chen lose a large sum of money could also be considered revenge against Lin Chen.

Thinking this way, Zhou Liang's mouth gradually curled into a smile, feeling not hurt but rather a sense of revenge satisfaction.

Watching Zhou Liang, who was about to lose money yet not feel hurt but laugh, the disciple who explained the situation to him shook his head, thinking this guy was probably mad with anger.

After all, every session of betting in the Spirit Martial Arena sees disciples whose Dao heart breaks from losing their entire fortune.