Chapter 101

In the luxurious box, facing the direction of the ring-shaped building, there was no wall.

It was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, bright and transparent.

The terrain here was very high.

Standing in front of the window, looking down.

One could look down from above at the ring-shaped building below.

"The faction, with the Divine Gift University as its foundation, runs through the prefecture, is an incomparably huge force."

Gu Qi's expression was lazy, and he sipped his coffee.

He leaned against the comfortable sofa, the corner of his black robe hanging down, "The Prayer Faction is the largest faction in Linjiang Prefecture."

In the vast room, there were only Jiang Jian and Gu Qi.

Jiang Jian remained silent.

He had some understanding of factions.

Whether it was Liu Tiezhu or Shan Ye.

Both had said.

As long as one has the intention to cultivate.

By the second year, one must choose a faction to join.

Because precious scarce resources like the Cultivation Special Prefecture.

Only students who join a faction are qualified to use them.

So Jiang Jian here had no resistance to joining the Prayer Faction.

The Prayer Faction, most of the time, only accepts students of "Art" and "Martial Arts."

This was also the reason why Gu Qi discovered Jiang Jian was "Art" back in Guangling City.

And took care of him slightly.

"Classmate Jiang Jian, you don't seem interested in factions."

Gu Qi sat up straight and clicked his identity device.

On the floor-to-ceiling window, countless black lights immediately filled the air.

The next moment.

It clearly showed two monsters fighting to the death.

The holographic projection was very realistic; the monsters let out angry roars, the dust raised on the ground, and the splashing flesh all seemed to be right before one's eyes.

"While they haven't come yet."

"Do you want to play a couple of rounds first?"

Gu Qi threw over a screen.

Jiang Jian caught the screen.

On it, the five big characters "Jiangcheng Martial Arts Arena" were clearly displayed.

"Match 130: White Wolf Monster, Hyena Spirit."

"Betting status: Betting closed."

"Your bet: None."

Seeing this.

Jiang Jian swiped the screen.

Below, the list of upcoming matches immediately appeared.

"Match 131: Hanged Ghost, Banyan Tree Spirit."

"Betting status: Accepting bets."

"Your bet: None."

On the sofa, Gu Qi said: "Betting requires swiping the identity device, one settlement per match."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the densely packed seats below.

"This is the paradise of Triple Jiangcheng."

"Alliance coins are just numbers here."

"Many people get rich overnight."

"More people lose everything and their families are broken."

Jiang Jian pondered for a moment and asked: "Are there no reference materials for the fighters?"

Gu Qi laughed: "Of course not."

"The fighters here come from many places."

"They all participate voluntarily, and for every match they participate in, they can get a huge amount of Alliance coins."

"Betting here depends entirely on one's own eye."

He walked to Jiang Jian's side and clicked on the Hanged Ghost.

Immediately, a holographic image of a ghost appeared, lifelike.

"Classmate Jiang Jian, who do you think will win the next match?"

Jiang Jian didn't answer immediately.

His fingers swiped, clicking on the Banyan Tree Spirit.

A huge tree demon image, waving its vines, appeared in the hall.

"Roughly observing."

Jiang Jian said, "The Banyan Tree Spirit has a better chance of winning."

Gu Qi's gaze moved and said: "Do you want to bet?"

Jiang Jian smiled: "I do, but the object I'm betting on is the Hanged Ghost."

"Why?"

Gu Qi asked, "You don't think there's match-fixing inside, do you?"

"Jiangcheng Martial Arts Arena absolutely forbids match-fixing."

"Countless pairs of red eyes are watching."

"Once discovered, it is executed immediately."

"This is what the fighters signed in the agreement before going on stage."

Jiang Jian shook his head: "That's not it."

He pointed to the Hanged Ghost's fingernails.

"Actually, these holographic images already contain a lot of information."

"The Hanged Ghost's fingernails are very short, and there are no ligature marks on its neck; at first glance, its ghost power is weak."

"But the broken ends of its fingernails are as sharp as iron hooks and appear blue-white."

"This shows that its ghost power is definitely not weak."

"And the Banyan Tree Spirit."

Jiang Jian turned his head to look.

"It looks fierce, but it's actually weak inside."

"The vines are green, with new buds sprouting, indicating it hasn't been a demon for long."

"Its demonic power definitely won't be high."

Gu Qi clapped his hands, showing a smile: "Classmate Jiang Jian, good eye."

"So, who are you betting on?"

Hearing his question.

Jiang Jian smiled and didn't answer.

Instead, he took out his identity device and swiped it on the screen.

A gentle female voice sounded.

"Betting successful!"

"Your stake, 500,000 Alliance coins!"

Below the screen, Jiang Jian's betting record immediately appeared.

At the same time.

The martial arts match in the arena had already been decided.

The White Wolf Monster transformed into its original body, pouncing like a small mountain, and bit the Hyena Spirit to death.

Amidst earth-shattering cheers.

Countless gamblers with red eyes began to bet.

The next martial arts match was about to begin.

"This kind of place cannot be stayed in for long."

Looking at those fanatical gamblers, Gu Qi tutted, "Winning once, winning twice, is no problem."

"But as long as you lose once, your mentality will immediately change."

"If you are not careful, you will lose everything."

As they spoke.

The Hanged Ghost and the Banyan Tree Spirit had both arrived on stage one after another.

Jiang Jian walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

Standing in the box.

It was as if he could hear.

On the seats all around, the crazy roars of those gamblers.

"Win for me, I bet everything on it!"

"I don't believe it, I can't lose three times in a row!"

"Bet everything!"

"Kill it!"

"Must win for me!"

The match began.

The Banyan Tree Spirit's face was hideous, its demonic power surging, and the heavy tree crown bloomed with light, directly enveloping the Hanged Ghost in it!

Immediately, the cheers were deafening, resounding through the sky!

Crack!

The next second, the sound of shattering sounded.

The Hanged Ghost's sharp fingernails tore open the restraint, its form pierced through rapidly, ten fingers extended into blades, and directly inserted into the Banyan Tree Spirit's head!

Blood sprayed!

The Banyan Tree Spirit's form was clumsy, swaying left and right, seemingly ready to fall at any time.

This instant.

The Hanged Ghost's form suddenly froze strangely.

Even the blades on its ten fingers crumbled inch by inch.

Seizing this opportunity.

The Banyan Tree Spirit became fierce, opened its blood-red mouth, and swallowed the Hanged Ghost in one gulp!

Crunch!

The monster's chewing sound sounded, spreading throughout the Martial Arts Arena.

Countless gamblers stood up suddenly, clenching their fists tightly, their eyes red as blood!

More people cheered and jumped, clicking the screen frantically, checking their Alliance coins.

"Classmate Jiang Jian, you seem to have bet wrong."

Gu Qi laughed, "500,000 Alliance coins, just like that, gone."

Jiang Jian's expression was calm; he opened the screen and clicked the claim button.

Immediately, the mechanical voice spread throughout the room.

"According to the real-time odds, you have received a bet return and betting reward, totaling 1.35 million Alliance coins, which has been transferred to your citizen account."

Hearing the sound.

Gu Qi's smile froze.

He stood up, stepped forward, and took the screen from Jiang Jian's hand.

The betting information on it was clearly displayed.

"Match 131: Hanged Ghost, Banyan Tree Spirit."

"Betting status: Combined reward returned."

"Your bet: 500,000 Alliance coins, Banyan Tree Spirit wins."

Gu Qi put down the screen and turned his head to look at Jiang Jian.

"Classmate Jiang Jian, you are really full of surprises."

As he spoke.

A prompt sounded on the identity device.

"Your account received a transfer: 1,350,000 Alliance coins."

"Your balance: 3,837,609 Alliance coins."

Hearing the prompt.

Jiang Jian swiped the message away.

At this moment, the balance was already 3.83 million Alliance coins.

"Classmate Jiang Jian, play another round."

Gu Qi said.

Jiang Jian shook his head gently and said: "No more."

Gu Qi raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you afraid of losing?"

Jiang Jian said: "If I play again, I will definitely lose."

Gu Qi was silent for a moment and asked: "You just analyzed that the Hanged Ghost's strength is stronger."

"That's correct."

"But why did you bet on the Banyan Tree Spirit instead?"

Jiang Jian smiled and said: "Because I think the martial arts match is match-fixing."

Gu Qi's gaze moved.

Jiang Jian walked to the window and pointed to the auditorium below.

"With such a huge betting pool, there must be match-fixing."

Gu Qi said: "What makes you so sure?"

"Besides, many people are betting, including some children of aristocratic families."

"Are they all fools, unable to see the match-fixing?"

Jiang Jian shook his head: "No, they can see it."

"The vast majority of people can guess that there is match-fixing."

"What they can't guess is who the match-fixing lets win."

"So."

"They are also gambling."

"Betting that the fighter they bet on is the designated winner."

"This is easy to understand."

Jiang Jian put away his identity device and sat back on the sofa, "If you win the bet, you can get Alliance coins just the same."

Gu Qi showed admiration and said: "Not only do you stop when you win money, but you also see through the rules of the Martial Arts Arena so thoroughly; Classmate Jiang Jian is truly amazing."

As they spoke.

People wearing faction clothes walked into the room one after another.

Most of these people were third-year students of Linjiang Academy.

A few were second-year students.

The only first-year student was Jiang Jian himself.

"Classmate Jiang Jian, long admired."

Someone walked up with a smile, "A cultivation of 37% in the Divine Gift Realm is almost catching up to us."

Someone else took out their identity device and greeted Jiang Jian in a friendly manner, exchanging communication information.

In a short while.

Jiang Jian's communication list had more than a dozen new friends.

(End of chapter)