Chapter 88 – Gambling (3) (2/2)
“Hurry up! Ye Qinghan’s odds are ten to one against, and Hua Cao one to one. Anyone else wishes to make a bet? One minute left!” Feng Zi was urging the spectators to bet on either Qinghan or Hua Cao, which embarrassed both candidates.
Since the third day since the bet was made, Feng Zi had formed his own casino under a big tree, with he himself being the host. Now he was surrounded by a bunch of speculators who wished to earn a small fortune from this fight.
“Young lord Feng, why have today’s odds dropped again? I remember, yesterday, young lord Qinghan’s odds were twenty to one against.” One of the members of the Hua family wore a long face, because he was so annoyed by Feng Zi’s exaggeration on Qinghan’s mysterious steps. Since the spectators had been told that Qinghan’s steps were the same as Ye Qingniu’s Running Bull Step, they had all started to bet on Qinghan.
Sadly, the truth was, that Qinghan had lost for thirteen consecutive times. The gamblers were outraged as well as anxious, since they didn’t want to lose even more money by betting on Qinghan. However, the odds on Hua Cao were too low to gain any profit, even if he won.
“Fuck you. You know nothing about the odds! I designed this rate on the bases of a variety of elements, such as their accumulated battle experience, their rest conditions, the weather… You know, I have spent all night calculating this result! Place your bet, otherwise, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” Apparently, Feng Zi was provoked, as he explained in a scolding tone. Yesterday, Hua Cao had won by a narrow margin, which indicated that Qinghan had gradually gained experience and became increasingly more likely to win a round. Therefore, being afraid to lose money, Feng Zi had lowered Qinghan’s odds.
Personally, Feng Zi was stunned by Qinghan’s amazing improvement. Because originally, when he was notified of their bet, he took it for granted that Qinghan would be the loser. Day by day, however, Qinghan’s mysterious steps helped him make great progress, which Feng Zi believed would exert even more power if Qinghan fully mastered this saint-level technique. What confused him was: it was said that this kind of steps ought to take as long as two decades to cultivate, how could Qinghan achieve the first level of this technique within several months?
“We bet on Ye Qinghan, 100 purple crystal coins.” In the middle of Feng Zi’s meditation, an extremely feminine voice crept into his ears. Soon, a rosy perfume blended with the fragrance of a peach flower blew into his face, so he couldn’t help but raise his head to see who had just spoken to him.
“Oh, Miss Qingcheng, Miss Qingwu. Nice to meet you, beauties. Errr, we’re just fooling around here... You don’t have to get involved.” Nervously, Feng Zi declined the two girls’ stake, for he was afraid he would lose too much money if Qinghan won. Obviously, 100 purple crystal coins was considered a rather large amount. If Qinghan were to win, Feng Zi would then have to pay these girls 1,000 purple crystal coins.
“Come on, you’re the host of this casino. Are you going to reject your clients?” By slightly raising up her eyebrows, Qingwu stared at Feng Zi intensively, as if her anger was going to clash with Feng Zi.
Bolstered by Qingwu, the rest of the gamblers all stole despiteful glances at Fengzi, a gesture seemed to urge Feng Zi to accept this deal from these two girls.
“Alright, since you’ve come to me, I have no alternative but to accept it. But, please don’t cry if you lose all your money!” With a burst of dry laughter, Feng Zi accepted the purple crystal coins. Despite his relaxed expression, he had an exceedingly hard time managing it. Deep inside, he was praying for Qinghan to lose, otherwise, he would be financially doomed.
On the other hand, Qinghan and Hua Cao had already engaged themselves in a fierce fight. Unlike the previous rounds, where Hua Cao kept chasing after Qinghan throughout the fight; this time, they stayed near the same place, running around. Whenever Hua Cao’s wooden sword was about to stab Qinghan, the latter would foresee the danger and dodge away.
Forty minutes had passed, and Qinghan had only been stabbed once. It took greater-than-usual efforts for Hua Cao to corner Qinghan into a rocky riprap and attack him. If it wasn’t for his Figure Replication technique, Hua Cao wouldn’t be able to stab Qinghan at all. Just like a mud fish, Qinghan escaped almost each attempted stab from Hua Cao, which made the latter want to vomit blood out of fury.
“Haha, fifty minutes have passed. Young lord Feng Zi, be prepared to pay us 1,000 crystal coins! Oh, how many beautiful clothes we can buy with such a large amount of money!” As the crowd was cheering for another one of Qinghan’s successful escapes, Qingwu made fun of Feng Zi by reminding him of the great amount of coins he was going to pay them if Qinghan won.
Although the odds were comparatively lower today, the gamblers were getting more and more excited by Qinghan’s nimble responses. Some of them couldn’t help but exclaim, cheering for Qinghan, hoping that the money they had lost in the previous days would all be returened to them.
“There are still ten minutes left. Why the hurry? For advanced cultivators, even one second can make a difference. It’s still too early to predict who’ll be the winner.” Feng Zi swallowed nervously, and cursed Hua Cao for a dozen of times in his heart. As the fight was nearing its end, Feng Zi’s trust in Hua Cao turned bleaker and bleaker…
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