"Step right up, don't miss out! Place your bets quickly! Hurry up, everyone, hurry up!"
Lin Shuai Nan's hawking had not ceased since the competition began, rising and falling in waves.
He had altered the rules of the previous betting rounds.
Too many people had reneged on their bets before. It was Lin Shuai Nan's good luck that the mysterious girl had won; otherwise, he would have lost a fortune!
This time, he had learned his lesson.
He directly opened a betting pool on who would advance to the top three. This way, in the second round of matches, sixteen people would be reduced to eight. All the money bet on the eliminated eight would then become the house's profit!
The house didn't have to pay out, simply pocketing the winnings. How delightful!
After all, the final top three results would only be determined later. Moreover, Lin Shuai Nan had already planned for the future; betting on the ranking order of the top three was also possible, filtering through layers, and the house was guaranteed to profit!
"The path to riches! I'm truly a genius!"
Seeing the vast sums of money flowing in, Lin Shuai Nan was already happily fantasizing about his future happy life with Xiu Xiu, having a son and a daughter...
"Oh, Feng Wu Jiang, you still have the nerve to be here? You didn't even make it into the ranking matches. How dare you show your face here?"
Tu Jin Tong glanced at Feng Wu Jiang, his words as sharp as ever.
The folding fan in Feng Wu Jiang's hand had long been closed. He no longer possessed his previous sharp demeanor, clearly having learned his lesson thoroughly in the previous battles!
He didn't even look at Tu Jin Tong, but he didn't back down in his words: "Don't celebrate too early. Your luck is just better than mine."
"Heh, good luck is also a form of strength! Feng Wu Jiang, I advise you not to embarrass yourself here. If you miss this chance, you won't be eligible for the next Witchcraft Convention! Haha!"
Tu Jin Tong laughed wildly.
Feng Wu Jiang's face turned pale. Tu Jin Tong was speaking the truth; he would be overage for the next Witchcraft Convention. He never imagined that his youthful brilliance in the world of witchcraft would end like this.
And the battles within the arena would show no mercy to the weak!
Shan Han Yi was still the first to enter the arena.
His opponent was a youth from another of the Eight Great Families. In the first match, he had lasted over fifteen minutes.
Although there was indeed a gap compared to Shan Han Yi, he was not weak.
The two exchanged blows, fighting fiercely.
But at the critical moment of the final confrontation, Shan Han Yi struck with lethal intent.
However, this youth relied on his trump card, summoning the Fiery Worm Gu. Amidst a sea of flames, he seized the chaos to jump off the stage.
Although Shan Han Yi won, he was left disheveled and humiliated!
Next to enter was the Saintess. After a brief exchange with her opponent, he immediately forfeited and surrendered, winning with remarkable ease.
In contrast, Shan Han Yi's expression grew even colder, a murderous intent surging within him!
Both entered the top eight, followed by the top four matches.
If they were unlucky, they might meet in the top four matches, and one of them might not be able to secure a ranking!
This was the cruelty of the rules!
Next, the mysterious girl took the stage. She once again used the method of controlling her opponent's Gu insects, and also summoned the Corpse Armor Beetle that had been hidden before, directly devouring her opponent into dust! Victory!
"Guan Ya versus Lu Hua!"
As soon as the Great Elder's voice fell, the dark and thin youth Guan Ya, standing beside Ling Feng, stepped onto the stage with a slightly anxious and nervous expression.
His opponent was the only remaining genius from the Eight Great Families, besides Shan Han Yi and Tu Jin Tong, Lu Hua of the Lu family.
Lu Hua was participating in the Witchcraft Convention for the first time, so very few people present knew his background.
"Heh, this is the Lu family's hidden trump card,"
Shan Han Yi sneered. Clearly, he was aware of Lu Hua's strength.
"Feng Wu Jiang, the kid who defeated you is on stage now, haha. Do you think he'll win this match?" Tu Jin Tong provocatively taunted Feng Wu Jiang.
Feng Wu Jiang clearly had no mood to bicker with Tu Jin Tong. He snorted, "Hmph, if I were fighting, this Lu Hua wouldn't even be my opponent. What do you think!"
"Haha, losing to a mere brat, that must feel terrible!"
The two on stage paid no attention to the conversation below.
The two were of similar age. The difference was that Lu Hua came from a noble family, showing no trace of awkwardness and even carrying a hint of arrogance.
Although Guan Ya had won the first match, he was still somewhat nervous. He still bowed to Lu Hua and said, "Please guide me!"
"If you don't want to die, get off the stage!" Lu Hua coldly rebuked with arrogance.
Guan Ya's brows furrowed tightly. He crossed his arms over his shoulders, slightly lowered his stance, and said with determination, "I will not forfeit. If you have the strength, defeat me!"
Lu Hua's expression darkened, and he snorted, "Hmph, you court death!"
Immediately, his feet remained still, but the ground beneath him seemed to come alive, dragging his figure to slide forward rapidly.
Such a posture, with his hands behind his back, astonished everyone!
Such speed, such an arrogant stance, was just like Shan Han Yi when he first participated in the Witchcraft Convention years ago!
Even Shan Han Yi raised an eyebrow: "Heh, the little fellow is quite interesting!"
But as Lu Hua's figure glided eerily in front of Guan Ya, Ling Feng, who had not spoken much, calmly uttered, "It's over!"
Ling Feng rarely spoke, and his utterance naturally drew the attention of the others.
Especially Shan Han Yi, who had always thought highly of Lu Hua. He couldn't help but sneer at Ling Feng, "Heh, you also see that Lu Hua is about to win? So-called witch doctors are merely slightly more knowledgeable about Gu insects, nothing remarkable!"
Lu Hua, on stage, reached Guan Ya but didn't attack immediately. Instead, his figure, like a phantom, began to circle Guan Ya incessantly.
Such a posture was like a cat playing with a mouse!
"I said Guan Ya won!"
Ling Feng didn't even look at Shan Han Yi, but coldly replied.
The entire venue immediately erupted!
Especially the Lu family among the Eight Great Families. The head of the Lu family, Lu Hua's father, had come this time.
"Lu Hua! Do not underestimate your opponent!"
As soon as his reminder fell, Guan Ya on stage suddenly swung his arms, and his figure began to spin!
"Hah!"
His voice was accompanied by a large amount of black energy spreading from his arms. Lu Hua, who was still showing off his flashy moves, immediately let out a surprised cry, and then the entire venue was enveloped in a mass of black mist, completely obscuring everyone's vision!
"What's going on?"
"What happened? I can't see anything!"
"Bastard, Lu Hua! Say something!"
The head of the Lu family was extremely anxious!
As he shouted, his blood-red eyes turned to Ling Feng.
Clearly, he was threatening Ling Feng, implying that if anything happened to his son, he would deal with Ling Feng, who was allied with Guan Ya, as well.