Chapter 127: Ten Million! I'm Betting On Myself To Win!

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

The parasol tree leaves along both sides of the road rustled in the wind.

Lin Mo walked at the very front, his pace leisurely.

The three girls—Han Mengyao, Chu Lingxuan, and Han Mengqing—followed at his side.

"Lin Mo, Ye Kong's class is the SSS-rank Space Walker. This class is also called the 'Mage Slayer.'

Han Mengyao glanced at Lin Mo, her expression grave as she spoke.

"Oh?"

"What do you mean?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, asking curiously.

Han Mengyao nodded and explained:

"The most disgusting thing about the Space element is how it appears and disappears out of nowhere."

"And the Space Walker not only has long-range attack methods, but also terrifying close-combat ability—it's a class that excels at both range and melee."

"Once they close in with 【Space Jump】, a standard mage simply can't withstand a full burst combo."

"That's why, among the same rank, the Space element is almost an invincible existence—especially against squishy classes."

Chu Lingxuan at the side also nodded, her little face written all over with seriousness:

"That's right, Lin Mo."

"And I heard that the Space element can also avoid damage by hiding inside space. It's not just good at both range and melee—its survivability is also really strong…"

"So that's how it is."

Lin Mo nodded as if suddenly enlightened.

Still, he wasn't really worried.

With so many skills on him, losing would be hard.

Not to mention he still had the Lava Battle Armor on—Ye Kong probably wouldn't even be able to break through his defense…

"Aiya, sis, Lingxuan-jie, stop worrying already."

Han Mengqing spoke up with a swaying gait:

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

"Can he be stronger than those four hundred-plus people outside?"

Hearing these words.

Han Mengyao, who had still been a little worried, froze for a moment.

She recalled Lin Mo in the temple dungeon, the thunder and fire might that could destroy heaven and earth with every gesture.

And the terrifying scene of instantly vaporizing more than four hundred berserk class-users.

"True enough…"

Han Mengyao helplessly shook her head, her brows relaxing:

"Although Ye Kong is a Mage Slayer, he's still a class-user within the bounds of normal comprehension…"

Chu Lingxuan also nodded in deep agreement, her small fists clenched as she said:

"Mm-mm! I also think Lin Mo can't lose!"

"The Space element can dodge, sure, but there should be a time limit, right? With so many skills, Lin Mo can just go infinite firepower—let's see how long he can hide!"

"…"

Han Mengyao glanced at Chu Lingxuan.

Although this sounded pretty violent, it seemed… that really was the logic?

"So there you go!"

Han Mengqing proudly lifted her chin. "If you ask me, Ye Kong wants to be boss? Does he even qualify?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

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

"Only the strongest person has the right to be boss. Lin Mo is so much stronger than Ye Kong—only if he's boss will I be convinced."

"That's right, big shot Lin Mo, go for it!"

Han Mengqing glanced at Lin Mo and blinked lightly.

Lin Mo seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with Han Mengqing, flashing an OK hand sign.

"Don't worry."

Although for Lin Mo's part, he didn't want to be this boss at all.

But he even less wanted to be ordered around by someone else.

……

A dozen or so minutes later.

The group arrived at the villa district's arena.

It was an indoor arena, surrounded by a ring of tiered stands.

Right at the center was a combat platform paved with special stone material.

The area wasn't all that large—roughly only about five hundred square meters.

By now, quite a few people had already gathered inside the arena.

Apart from Lin Mo's four, almost all of the remaining sixteen students of this year's Long Xu Ban had shown up.

They were gathered around Ye Kong, chatting and laughing.

Seeing Lin Mo and the others walk in, the originally noisy chatter instantly quieted down considerably.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward them.

"This place… is kind of small."

Lin Mo scanned the area, frowning.

Han Mengyao explained:

"This is a beginner arena."

"For professionals below level 30, skill range and destructive power are limited—five hundred square meters is more than enough."

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

"Oh, I see."

Lin Mo nodded, not particularly concerned.

It'll do.

Just then.

Han Mengqing sprinted over toward Ye Kong.

Ye Kong stood at 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 this 'Get Punched Challenge,' do you have confidence you can last ten seconds against Senior Lin Mo?"

"…"

The surrounding area fell silent instantly.

The students around them exchanged glances, expressions strange.

Get Punched Challenge?

Last ten seconds?

That comment… was that really necessary?

Ye Kong's face darkened instantly.

He reached out, gently pushed away Han Mengqing's staff, straightened his collar, and said with a mix of resignation and pride:

"Han Mengqing, this isn't funny."

"I'm a Spatial System—natural counter to any fragile professional. I think you know that better than anyone."

"As for lasting ten seconds… you should ask Lin Mo whether he can survive my full burst."

Wang Dawei, beside him, sneered and chimed in:

"Exactly! I know you're on Lin Mo's side, but can't we at least be reasonable?"

"Ye Kong's system is right here—how could he not last ten seconds? That's absurd."

"Ye Kong will win!"

"Pfft."

Han Mengqing retracted her staff, grinning mischievously.

Then she pulled two stacks of paper slips from her chest—one labeled Ye Kong's name, the other Lin Mo's.

"Today's a Dragon vs. Tiger battle in Long Xu Ban—how can we not have stakes? We need to give others something to join in."

"Come on! Don't miss out!"

"The #1 spot in Long Xu Ban is open for bets!"

Han Mengqing waved the two stacks, calling out:

"Bet on Ye Kong to win: odds 1 to 10! Bet on Lin Mo to win: odds 1 to 1.1!"

"Bets closed! No cheating!"

At these words,

the surrounding students were stunned.

Before this overly familiar Han Mengqing, everyone froze, unable to respond.

And…

Were these odds real?

Ye Kong wins: 1 to 10?

Lin Mo wins: 1 to 1.1?

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

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

The difference is insane!

"Wait!"

"Han Mengqing, what are you implying? 1 to 10? My odds are that high?"

Hearing the odds, Ye Kong immediately frowned.

Higher odds mean the house has less confidence—and lower winning probability.

This betting line is an insult!

The surrounding students whispered among themselves:

"Yeah, these odds are ridiculous—Ye Kong's a SSS-rank Spatial System!"

Facing Ye Kong's question.

Han Mengqing, however, looked utterly justified.

"I'm the bookmaker—how the odds are set is entirely up to me."

"Besides, you think it's high? Isn't high better? It means higher returns!"

"If you're so confident you'll win, why not bet on yourself? Ten times your money! That's a gift from heaven!"

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

Ye Kong was momentarily speechless.

Han Mengqing's logic was flawless—the odds were entirely up to the bookmaker.

And if he won, the payout would indeed be enormous.

Whether for money or for face.

Ye Kong waved his hand decisively:

"Fine!"

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

He yanked out the slip of paper bearing his name and said:

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