Chapter 127: Ten Million! I

On the way to the villa district arena, the sunlight was just right.

The plane trees along the road rustled softly in the wind.

Lin Mo walked at the front, his pace leisurely.

Han Mengyao, Chu Lingxuan, and Han Mengqing followed beside him.

"Lin Mo, Ye Kong's profession is SSS-rank Spatial Walker, also known as the 'Mage Killer.'"

Han Mengyao glanced at Lin Mo, her expression grave.

"Oh?"

"How so?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, curiously asking.

Han Mengyao nodded and explained:

"The most annoying thing about the Spatial system is its ability to appear and vanish at will."

"Spatial Walkers not only possess long-range attack capabilities but also terrifying close-range combat skills—they're a dual-range profession."

"Once they use their 【Spatial Leap】 to close in, conventional mages can't survive a single burst combo."

"That's why Spatial users are nearly invincible at the same level, especially against fragile professions."

Chu Lingxuan beside her also nodded, her small face serious:

"That's right, Lin Mo."

"And I heard Spatial users can dodge damage by retreating into space—not only are they dual-range, they're also excellent at survival…"

"So that's how it is."

Lin Mo nodded in understanding.

But he wasn't particularly worried.

With so many skills on him, it'd be hard to lose.

Not to mention the Lava Battle Armor—he doubted Ye Kong could even break his defense…

"Oh come on, sis, Lingxuan-sis, don't worry so much."

Han Mengqing swayed as she spoke:

"No matter how strong Ye Kong is, can he be stronger than that giant lizard in the temple?"

"Can he be stronger than the four hundred people outside?"

Hearing this,

Han Mengyao, who had been slightly anxious, froze for a moment.

She recalled Lin Mo's thunderous power and fiery strength in the temple dungeon—how he destroyed everything with a mere gesture.

And the terrifying scene where he vaporized over four hundred berserkers in an instant.

"You've got a point…"

Han Mengyao sighed and shook her head, her frown easing:

"Ye Kong may be a Mage Killer, but he's still within the bounds of normal profession logic…"

Chu Lingxuan nodded in deep agreement, clenching her tiny fist:

"Yeah! I think Lin Mo won't lose!"

"Sure, Spatial users can dodge, but there must be a time limit, right? Lin Mo's got so many skills—he can just unleash nonstop firepower. How long can he keep dodging?"

"…."

Han Mengyao glanced at Chu Lingxuan.

Though the words sounded brutal, it somehow… made sense?

"Exactly!"

Han Mengqing lifted her chin triumphantly, "In my opinion, Ye Kong wants to be boss? He's not even worthy."

"Exactly!"

Chu Lingxuan stole a glance at Lin Mo, her cheeks slightly flushed:

"Only the strongest deserves to be boss. Lin Mo is far stronger than Ye Kong—only he should be boss, and only then will I accept it."

"That's right! Go for it, Lin Mo!"

Han Mengqing glanced at Lin Mo and gave a subtle wink.

Lin Mo seemed to have reached some unspoken agreement with Han Mengqing, giving a thumbs-up.

"Don't worry."

Though for Lin Mo, he had zero desire to be boss.

But he hated even more being ordered around.

…

A few minutes later.

They arrived at the villa district arena.

It was an indoor arena, surrounded by tiered seating.

In the center stood a combat platform paved with special stone.

The area wasn't large—roughly five hundred square meters.

At this moment, the arena was already crowded.

Besides Lin Mo's group, the remaining sixteen students of this year's Dragon Order class had all arrived.

They clustered around Ye Kong, chatting and laughing.

When they saw Lin Mo and the others enter, the noisy chatter instantly quieted.

Dozens of eyes turned toward them.

"This place… is kind of small."

Lin Mo scanned the arena, sounding dismissive.

Han Mengyao explained:

"This is a beginner arena."

"For adventurers under level 30, skill ranges and destructive power are limited—five hundred square meters is more than enough."

"Higher-level intermediate and advanced arenas are meant for level 30 and above, even level 60 and beyond."

"Oh, I see."

Lin Mo nodded, not particularly concerned.

It'll do.

Just then,

Han Mengqing sprinted straight toward Ye Kong.

Ye Kong stood in the center of the arena, arms crossed, eyes closed, posing like a master.

Suddenly, his vision blurred.

A staff was shoved directly against his nose.

"Ye Kong!"

Han Mengqing asked excitedly:

"As the challenger in today's 'Get Punched Challenge,' do you have confidence you can survive ten seconds against Lin Mo?"

"…"

The surrounding area fell silent.

The students exchanged glances, expressions odd.

Get Punched Challenge?

Survive ten seconds?

That's… really harsh.

Ye Kong's face darkened instantly.

He reached out, gently pushed away Han Mengqing's staff, straightened his collar, and replied with a tone of weary arrogance:

"Han Mengqing, that's not funny."

"I'm Spatial—any fragile profession's nightmare. You should know that better than anyone."

"As for surviving ten seconds… you should ask Lin Mo if he can survive my burst combo."

Wang Dawei beside him snorted and chimed in:

"Yeah, I know you're on Lin Mo's side, but you can't be completely unreasonable."

"Kong's profession speaks for itself—surviving ten seconds? That's pure arrogance."

"Kong will win!"

"Pfft."

Han Mengqing retracted her staff, grinning mischievously.

Then she pulled out two stacks of paper slips—one labeled Ye Kong, the other Lin Mo.

"Today's a Dragon vs. Tiger showdown for Dragon Order—how can we not have stakes? We need to give everyone some involvement."

"Come on, don't miss out!"

"Dragon Order's #1 showdown is now open for bets!"

Han Mengqing waved the two stacks of slips, calling out:

"Odds for Ye Kong to win: 1 to 10! Odds for Lin Mo to win: 1 to 1. !"

"Bets are closed! No cheating, guaranteed!"

At these words,

the surrounding students were momentarily stunned.

Before this overly familiar Han Meng, no one could quickly respond.

And yet...

Are these odds serious?

Ye Kong wins, 1 to 10?

Lin Mo wins, 1 to 1. ?

That means if you bet one yuan on Ye Kong and win, you get ten yuan back!

But if you bet on Lin Mo, you only make a ten percent profit.

The difference is too huge!

"Wait!"

"Han Meng, what do you mean? 1 to 10? My odds are that high?"

Hearing these odds, Ye Kong immediately frowned.

The higher the odds, the less the bookmaker believes in the outcome, the lower the chance of winning.

This betting line is an outright insult!

The surrounding students whispered among themselves:

"Yeah, these odds are insane—Ye Kong is an SSS-rank spatial system cultivator!"

Facing Ye Kong's question,

Han Meng looked utterly confident.

"I'm the bookmaker—I decide the odds."

"Besides, you think it's high? High is good—it means higher returns!"

"If you're so confident you'll win, why not bet on yourself? You'd make ten times your money! It's like money falling from the sky!"

"I don't care who I favor—as long as you win, my money becomes yours."

Ye Kong was momentarily speechless.

Han Meng was right—odds were set entirely by the bookmaker.

And if he won, these odds would indeed make him rich.

Whether for money or for pride,

Ye Kong waved his hand decisively:

"Fine!"

"If you want to give me money, I'll accept!"

He yanked out the slip with his name on it and declared:

"Ten million! I bet on myself to win!"