During the last match, James had exhausted all of his powers, be it from his raw body or from his cultivation base, to eliminate his opponent.
He was now akin to a candle in the wind.
Soon enough, the Yefteros had decided on James’ next opponent, who was also a cultivator in the late stage of Sovereign Sixth Rank.
At this point, not a single person in the audience placed their bets on James since all of them thought he would lose this time.
“I am placing my bet on Forty-nine.”
Latrusse produced a Genesis Holy Herb.
“Do you not mind losing the herb?” Lemuel glanced at him.
Latrusse grinned. “Forty-nine seems to be a rather ambitious and resourceful person. I donʼt think he’s going to lose so easily. He probably has some sort of backup plan.”
A faint smile hung on Lemuelʼs face as he listened to Latrusse. He too had offered some of his treasures and bet on James winning.
If James were to win the next match, Lemuel and Latrusse would also win treasures equivalent to the items they had used as bets from James’ growing prize pool.
Lemuel asked, “Won’t the Yefteros eventually send one of their skilled, genius cultivators to defeat James and win back all of the prizes?”
Latrusse snickered, “That’s bound to happen, of course. That way, the Yefteros could avoid suffering huge losses. The only ones who are losing in the end are the bettors.”
Just then, a new challenger materialized in the arena.
“Iʼm Morin Yeftero, a member of the Yeftero Race.”
The man bowed slightly and politely introduced himself.
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