NovelAppAfter the second round of betting concluded, there was a mix of joy and frustration at Abigail's betting table.
Winners were on cloud nine, feeling like they had struck gold, while losers were kicking themselves for their
choices.
"Damn it! | didn't think that guy would lose so badly. | should've gone with Number 36 from the start!" "I only
have myself to blame! | lost a whole bottle of Zen Pellets for nothing!"
"Shere. | lost all my loot in one fell swoop!"
"Hmph! | told you to bet on Number 36, but no one listened. Now we've got to pay the price!"
Amidst the collective groans, a jarring voice broke through the noise. All heads turned toward a man dressed in
gray.
He strode arrogantly with a longsword strapped to his back. In his hand, he tightly gripped a fistful of celestial
stones he had just won from his bets.
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"Hey! Looks like you made quite a haul earlier," someone piped up.
"Nah, just a dozen or so. But if | had more capital, I'd have gone all in. | could've won even more!" the man in
gray boasted.
Soon, his response grabbed everyone's attention.
The allure of winning a dozen celestial stones in a single bet was irresistible. They could sustain their cultivation
for years with the abundant spiritual energy stored within those stones.
"Hey, how'd you know Number 36 would win?" the man asked again.
The battle ring action was fast-paced and intense. Unless one fighter was utterly dominating, certainty about the
outcremained elusive.
"I don't have any other special talents, but I've got a keen eye, and | know my stuff," the man in gray boasted,
"Truth be told, | know everything about every renowned and promising martial artist in the martial world.
"I know who's tough, who's skilled in what, and who's likely to cout on top. No exaggeration, today's betting
pool was practically tailor-made for me."
The crowd immediately got pumped upon hearing that.
"Damn! You're freaking amazing! It's like you've got skind of cheat code!"
"Say no more. I'm riding with you on this bet. | hope you'll make us rich!"
"Hell yeah, countin too! We'll follow your move!"
The crowd's excitement soared as they surrounded the guy in gray. They showered him with compliments and
treated him like a money-making kingpin.
With so many extraordinary characters in the martial world, if the man in gray could assess every fighter's
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If they could seize the opportunity, they could also make a big haul. Naturally, they were pumped upon hearing
that.
"Following my lead on this bet isn't a bad idea, but | have to be honest—I can't promise we'll win every time. If
we lose, don't point fingers at me." The man in gray didn't elaborate much.
"Don't worry! There's no such thing as a sure bet in gambling. We get it."
"Yeah. If you could lead us to wealth, we're grateful for that. How could we blyou?"
"Don't worry. If anyone messes with you today, they're messing with me. | won't let them off easy!"
The crowd chimed in as they voiced their support one after another.
If the man in gray had claimed he could win every time, they wouldn't have believed him anyway. At least the
way he said those words earlier sounded more genuine to the crowd.
"Everyone, the third round is about to start. So, please get ready."
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