"Come, come, fellow Daoists, step right up, don't miss out! The tenth group selection match is about to begin, place your bets now!"
"Hey, hey, hey, Daoist, I want to place a bet. What's the situation?"
"Heh heh, fellow Daoist, please look. Bet on the Lucky Team to continue their streak, odds of ten to one! Bet on the Lucky Team to no longer be lucky, odds of one to five!"
"What the hell, such a big difference in odds?"
"Heh heh, yes. The Lucky Team has been lucky for nine consecutive rounds. They've stood on the stage without any combat, and their opponents inexplicably withdrew due to various reasons. Nine rounds, nine consecutive rounds. Everyone believes such luck cannot possibly continue, hence the huge difference in odds!"
The newly arrived stout cultivator chuckled and said.
"Then I'll bet on the Lucky Team to continue their luck. Hmm, I'll wager 100 lower-grade spirit stones!"
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly advised.
"Fellow Daoist, think twice!"
"Fellow Daoist, don't be foolish!"
"Fellow Daoist, betting on the Lucky Team to continue their luck has high odds, but the chance of losing is too great... The Lucky Team isn't some legendary Son of Providence, how could they be lucky forever?"
"Fellow Daoist, I've divined it. In the next round, the Lucky Team's opponent will definitely not withdraw inexplicably. You can still change your mind now!"
...
Facing everyone's persuasion, the stout Daoist turned a deaf ear, chuckling.
"Fellow Daoists, no need to persuade further. I simply like to take risks!"
Alas!
Good advice cannot save a damned fool!
Everyone present concluded that this stout Daoist was doomed to lose, with no future!
The deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land on the competition stage had a dark face, as if it could drip ink. He was about to go mad!
At this moment, below competition stage number 188, the crowd was buzzing, and people were jostling. Many cultivators had specifically come to watch.
The popularity and liveliness were originally something to be proud of and to show off.
However, the purpose of these cultivators coming to spectate was impure!
They weren't here to appreciate "combat," but to "place bets."
The "Hidden Dragon Ranking Selection Tournament," what a solemn and sacred event. Yet, these scoundrels were here setting up "books" and gambling.
If this can be tolerated, what cannot?
The deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land truly wished he could jump down and punch each of these scoundrels, sending them flying.
Alas, most of the onlookers below were Golden Core Elders from various sects, possessing noble status and considerable strength. Furthermore, the referee deacon even saw a few Golden Core Elders from their own Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land placing bets...
There was no hope!
The deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land closed his eyes and took a deep breath, no longer wanting to witness the "disgusting scene."
Finally calming his emotions, the deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze burning with sharpness, as piercing as a falcon's.
He stared intently at the three young cultivators opposite him, his eyes sharp as a hawk's.
"You three, you don't have any strange issues, do you?"
The three young cultivators, feeling a chill under the deacon's sharp gaze, trembled and repeatedly waved their hands.
"No, no, we're fine, everything is fine!"
"Good!"
The referee deacon nodded, a stiff and cold smile appearing on his face.
"Let the competition begin immediately. There's no time to lose; if we delay, I fear there might be variables!"
No time to lose? Variables if delayed!
What kind of words were these? They sounded extremely ominous!
The three young cultivators grumbled inwardly, but they dared not express any dissatisfaction to the referee deacon. They could only brace themselves and take out their respective magical artifacts, preparing for battle.
Seeing this, Yun Tianzhong felt a surge of excitement!
Divine light erupted in his eyes.
Finally, he could have a proper fight!
Then...
*Whoosh!*
*Bang!*
*Rumble!*
A series of noises erupted.
By the time everyone recovered, they found that half of competition stage number 188 had been smashed to pieces...
Half of the competition stage where the three young cultivators stood was pulverized.
The three of them lay in the ruins, severely injured.
Yun Tianzhong and the others, a few steps away, were completely unharmed.
Yun Tianzhong
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o .oγg
The onlookers
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o
What happened?
What the hell?
What exactly transpired?
The deacon of the Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land leaped up, about to go mad!
He felt the immense malice from this world. He just wanted to host a proper competition, why was it so difficult?
Three minutes later, the situation was clarified.
It turned out that the battle on the adjacent competition stage number 187 was too fierce. A "Mountain Suppressing Seal" magical artifact was about to self-destruct. Before detonation, it was blasted away, and its explosion point landed on competition stage number 188.
So, someone might ask, wasn't there a "competition stage barrier"? Why wasn't it activated?
Activated your mother!
The referee deacon truly couldn't help but curse!
During the second match, three fools had been severely injured by the "competition stage barrier." To prevent similar incidents from happening again, the referee deacon had "cleverly" deactivated the "competition stage barrier"...
Won!
They won again and again...
Including this time, the "Lucky Team" had "inexplicably" won ten times.
So lucky!
"Hahaha, we won, we won!"
A stout Daoist roared with laughter, leaping three feet in the air.
He had "bet" one hundred lower-grade spirit stones.
The odds were one hundred to one.
This round, he made a net profit of ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
He had made a fortune, truly made a fortune!
Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, the stout Daoist collected his ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
The stout Daoist had good character. He felt that his contribution to the "Lucky Team's" victory this time was immense. He gave each of Yun Tianzhong and the others one hundred lower-grade spirit stones.
Oh, and the referee deacon.
The stout Daoist gave one hundred lower-grade spirit stones to the referee deacon.
The referee deacon took the hundred spirit stones, his face turning green, then white. It was as if an invisible hand was slapping him across the face repeatedly!
These weren't spirit stones; they were clearly mockery and humiliation!
*Puff!*
Overwhelmed with anger, the referee deacon spat out a mouthful of blood.
*Bang!*
He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The stout Daoist
o( (⊙﹏⊙) )o
This, this, this, it's not that serious, is it...
It's just a hundred lower-grade spirit stones, and a deacon of the esteemed Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land would be so excited he spits blood?
A bit over the top, wouldn't you say?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems the economic situation isn't good, and it's hard to be a deacon in the Heavenly Secrets Sacred Land!
The stout Daoist uttered a profound sigh!
The reputation of the "Lucky Team" had now spread far and wide.
When they competed, they not only defeated their opponents but also exhausted the referees.
How awesome is that?
Just tell me, who else can do this?
A competition that can push a referee to the point of spitting blood and fainting, who else?
The "Lucky Team" had become famous overnight. They might not be the strongest, but they were undoubtedly the most bizarre!
For a time, the limelight of the "Heavenly Dragon Three Heroes" was completely overshadowed by the "Lucky Team."
Countless people flocked to competition stage number 188 to spectate, wanting to witness what it looked like when luck reached its extreme.