Chapter 128: This Place Is Too Small, Let

"Ho!"

Around them, a chorus of sharp intakes of breath rang out.

He bet ten million at once!

Seeing this, Han Meng's eyes seemed to sparkle with dollar signs as she grinned widely:

"Got it! Boss is generous! May Boss strike it rich!"

Saying this, she pulled out a small notebook and began writing.

"Ye Kong, bet on Ye Kong to win, ten million!"

"Alright, anyone else placing bets? Free money here!"

With Ye Kong's lead, the students who had been hesitating could no longer sit still.

Anyone who made it into the Dragon Order Class had some family backing.

Add to that the high scholarship payouts, and no one was short on cash.

And the odds were simply too tempting.

Ten to one!

Ye Kong is a Space System cultivator—his odds of winning were already high; this was practically handing out money!

"I'm betting on Kong-ge too! One million!"

"Kong-ge, take me along! This is gonna make us rich!"

"Me too! Me too! I'm betting on Ye Kong!"

In an instant, everyone rushed to snatch the paper slips bearing Ye Kong's name from Han Meng's hands.

Han Meng was swamped, her smile never fading.

"Made it… made it now…"

Just then.

A short boy squeezed out from the crowd.

He adjusted his glasses, his mind torn.

"One to one point one… one to ten…"

"Everyone's betting on Ye Kong, but I think the bookmaker and Senior Lin Mo are too calm—they must have a hidden card."

"At a time like this, you go against the grain!"

The boy gritted his teeth and grabbed the slip bearing Lin Mo's name from Han Meng's hand:

"Uh… Han classmate, I'm betting on Lin Mo! Five million!"

The moment he spoke,

everyone stared at him as if he were an idiot.

Why abandon a ten-to-one payout to bet five million on Lin Mo at one-to-one-point-one?

Is this guy brain-dead?

Han Meng froze mid-motion.

She looked up at the boy, her smile vanishing instantly.

"Classmate."

Han Meng's gaze was sincere, her tone earnest:

"Why don't you think again?"

"This isn't a small amount."

"Look, Ye Kong is an SSS-rank Space System cultivator; Lin Mo's just a blank-slate mage. Space System versus mage? That's like slicing vegetables."

"And the odds? One to one-point-one for Lin Mo? No profit there."

The boy blinked, tugging hard on the slip in Han Meng's hand.

It didn't budge.

Han Meng's grip was unnaturally strong—as if the slip had been welded to her palm.

"Wait… Han classmate, just let me bet! I just want to play it safe! I really believe in Lin Mo!"

The boy panicked, "Let go! I'm placing my bet!"

"No!"

Han Meng panicked.

Are you kidding?

If you bet on Lin Mo and he wins, I'll have to return your five million—even if the payout's small, I still have to pay you back!

I swallowed five million whole—now you want me to spit it out?

Not happening!

"Classmate, listen to advice and you'll eat well!"

Han Meng clung to the slip, "Think about Ye Kong's 【Space Jump】! A smooth, fluid burst of movement—how many fragile mages can survive that?"

"What does Lin Mo have to win with? His head?"

"You're not playing it safe—you're fighting against money! Bet on Ye Kong! Ten times your money! Play it safe, turn your bicycle into a motorcycle!"

The boy was momentarily swayed by Han Meng's words.

But his gambler's contrarian instinct still stirred:

"But… what if Lin Mo wins? I'm not greedy—I just want to play it safe!"

Just then,

Ye Kong spoke up from beside them.

"There's no 'what if.'"

"Classmate, since you have so little faith in me,"

"I'll make you a promise—and a promise to everyone here."

"Anyone who bets on me to win and loses? I, Ye Kong, will personally refund your principal."

The crowd erupted.

Bold!

So bold!

Refund if you lose?

That's effectively zero risk!

"Hear that? Hear that?!"

"He's covering losses! This is a guaranteed profit! If you still don't bet on Ye Kong, you're truly stupid!"

Han Meng told the boy.

The boy froze.

Ten-to-one payout… and someone guarantees your principal back?

What's there to hesitate about?

"Bet! I bet on Ye Kong! All in on Ye Kong!"

The boy released his grip and took another slip bearing Ye Kong's name.

"Got it!"

Han Meng beamed as she recorded the bet.

Clean sweep—all bets on Ye Kong!

She stared at her ledger, already seeing countless little coins waving at her.

…

A short distance away.

"…"

Watching this, Han Mengyao sighed and pressed her palm to her forehead.

She turned to Lin Mo, apologetic: "Lin Mo, don't mind it—I'll properly discipline her when we get back."

But Lin Mo remained calm, waving his hand:

"It's fine. Before I came, Mengqing already discussed this with me on her phone—she'll give me ninety percent of the profits from this round."

"…"

Han Mengyao looked at Lin Mo, then at her sister far away, her lips twitching uncontrollably.

So you two are in cahoots?

…

Just then,

The arena doors swung open.

Xu Wenchang strode in with long, confident steps.

Behind him followed a middle-aged woman.

"Teacher Xu!"

Everyone greeted him.

Xu Wenchang nodded and pointed to the woman behind him:

"This is Director Su from our school's Medical Department, Level 85 Healing Specialist."

"Today I heard our Dragon Sequence class will be selecting a class monitor ahead of schedule, so I specially invited Director Su to oversee it."

At this, everyone immediately grew solemn and respectful.

A Level 85 healing specialist!

This is a true big healer!

After introducing her, Xu Wenchang scanned the surrounding environment.

He looked at the five-hundred-square-meter combat platform and furrowed his brow slightly.

"Why choose this place?"

Xu Wenchang shook his head. "This place is too small—it won't allow enough room to move."

With that, he waved his hand decisively:

"Let's go, change locations."

"To the Advanced Arena."

"..."

Everyone froze.

The Advanced Arena?

Isn't that supposed to be reserved for practitioners above Level 60?

Ye Kong couldn't help speaking up:

"Teacher Xu, is this really necessary?"

"Our level only needs five hundred square meters—going to the Advanced Arena... isn't that a waste?"

In his view, a few instant steps would end the battle; there was no need for such a vast space.

But Xu Wenchang gave him a long look, then glanced at Lin Mo not far away.

"It's not enough. No more talk—let's go to the Advanced Arena."

Without further explanation, Xu Wenchang turned and walked out with the female teacher.

Lin Mo and the others also stepped forward, following Xu Wenchang out of the Basic Arena.

Ye Kong stood where he was, watching the backs of Xu Wenchang and Lin Mo and the others.

He felt uneasy.

Going to the Advanced Arena couldn't possibly be because of him.

His own strength was more than sufficient in the Basic Arena.

Then...

Could it only be because of that guy?

Could this guy really be that strong? Strong enough that even the Basic Arena couldn't contain his techniques?

Ye Kong took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his doubts.

"Hmph, then I'll see if you, Lin Mo, really deserve the Advanced Arena!"

"Let's go!"

With that,

Ye Kong also led Wang Dawei out of the Basic Arena.