Chapter 132: Actually... I Really Am a Mage

Under the pressure and condemnation of the crowd.

Han Meng's small face flushed bright red, and finally she stomped her foot hard:

"Fine, fine, fine! I'll open it! I give in to you!"

"But I'm warning you upfront!"

"Since the outcome of this round is so obvious, the odds can't stay the same as before!"

Han Meng raised her small notebook and announced loudly:

"This round, Lin Mo wins, odds of one to five!"

"Ye Kong wins… odds of one point one!"

At these words, the entire crowd erupted.

"What? One to one point one? That's way too low!"

"Just a moment ago it was one to ten! How did it drop so fast?"

"Exactly! This is way too shady!"

The students protested en masse.

One to one point one meant betting a hundred yuan would net only ten yuan profit—far too little.

But Han Meng stuck her chin out, defiantly shouting:

"Too low? Then don't bet!"

"Everyone knows Ye Kong is going to win! You're basically picking up money!"

"If I set the odds higher, wouldn't I lose everything—even my underwear?"

Saying this, Han Meng made as if to close her notebook:

"Fine, if you don't agree, forget it! I'll just cancel this book!"

"I already made enough from the last round. I'll use the money to buy gear, buy skill books—doesn't that sound better than losing it all to you?"

"… "

Han Mengyao and Chu Lingxuan stared at her, dumbfounded.

This feigned retreat was executed flawlessly.

When the students heard she was shutting down, they panicked.

They hadn't even recouped their losses—how could they let the bookie run off?

"No no no… one point one is fine!"

"We'll bet! We'll bet, okay?!"

"Yes! Something is better than nothing! We'll just bet more—this time we're taking back everything we lost, plus interest!"

In an instant, tempers flared.

Everyone began shouting their bets, terrified that if they hesitated even a second, Han Meng would change her mind.

"I bet ten million! All on Ye Kong!"

"I bet twenty million! Ye Kong will win!"

"Damn it, I bet thirty million! Ye Kong, go!"

"Fifty million! I bet fifty million!! Kong Ge, fight!"

Numbers flew from the students' mouths, more frenzied than the previous round.

Everyone wanted to recover their losses; everyone was blinded by rage.

Han Meng's pen moved so fast it left afterimages as she scribbled furiously in her notebook.

"Good, good! Ten million noted!"

"Thirty million! Got it!"

"This student, five million? No problem!"

"Oh no… I'm going to lose everything this time… I'm totally ruined…"

She muttered under her breath, face twisted in distress.

But if anyone had looked closely, they would have noticed:

Each time she recorded a bet, her lips curled upward a fraction.

Made it…

This time, she really made it…

These stupid kids were just too adorable!

At that moment,

Ye Kong, standing on the opposite side of the arena, suddenly shouted:

"Wait!"

"Huh?"

Han Meng looked up.

Ye Kong took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination.

The hundred million he'd just lost, while not crippling, was still a painful blow.

He had to win back every penny.

Ye Kong stared at Han Meng and roared:

"I'm betting too!"

"I'm betting on myself to win!"

"One hundred million!"

Last time, he'd bet ten million—and lost it all.

This time, with odds of one point one, he had to bet one hundred million just to recover his principal.

At these words,

The entire arena exploded.

"Yes!! Kong Ge is awesome!"

"Kong Ge will win! Take us to fortune!"

"One hundred million! So bold!"

Hearing this, Han Meng nearly dropped her pen.

In her gaze at Ye Kong, two glittering gold coin symbols seemed to flare.

"O… one hundred million?"

Han Meng feigned shyness: "Ye Kong, student… you're playing that big?"

Ye Kong sneered, pridefully retorting:

"What? Afraid to take it?"

"Didn't you enjoy winning my ten million just now?"

"Now, I'm making you return every last copper, plus interest!"

Han Meng took a deep breath, putting on a look of resigned helplessness.

"Fine, fine… let's pretend the young lady never won anything. Sigh… money comes fast, and leaves faster."

She wrote a line in her notebook with heavy strokes.

【Ye Kong: Bet one hundred million, on Ye Kong to win!】

After writing it, she slumped back in her chair, muttering to herself:

"Done… completely done…"

"Ah, gamblers, gamblers—end up with nothing in the end!"

Yet,

From an unseen angle,

Her lips stretched nearly to her ears.

Hold it in!

Han Meng! You must hold it in!

Not yet—don't laugh!

Wait until you count the money!

Hahahahahaha! One hundred million!

This time, she'd won big!

…

"Enough! That's all!"

Seeing the betting had ended,

Xu Wenchang finally stepped forward.

He strode to the edge of the arena, his gaze sweeping the crowd before settling on Lin Mo and Ye Kong.

"Since both sides agree to another round, so be it."

"Director Su, please."

Xu Wenchang turned to Director Su beside him.

Director Su sighed helplessly and shook his head.

These kids really treat money like it's nothing.

But she wasn't Ye Kong's teacher from the Long Xu class, so she couldn't say much.

Then,

She raised her hand, and once again gathered a soft white light at her fingertip.

Shh—!

The white light sank into Ye Kong's body.

【Soul Protection】 activated again!

A faint white shield of light appeared on Ye Kong's body, filling him with boundless security.

Ye Kong glanced at Lin Mo, then silently stepped backward.

He retreated all the way to the very edge of the arena, two hundred meters away from Lin Mo.

At this distance, for a space user, it was easy to attack or defend.

But for a close-combat specialist, it was like an impassable chasm.

Xu Wenchang saw both sides had taken their positions, took a deep breath, and raised his right hand high.

The entire arena fell silent instantly.

Everyone held their breath, eyes locked on the two figures in the arena.

This battle concerned dignity—and their massive bets!

"The match—"

Xu Wenchang's hand slashed down:

"Begin!!!"

The moment the words ended,

Ye Kong did not charge forward as he had last time.

He instantly activated 【Space Jump】, teleporting straight into the air.

At the same time,

The air beneath his feet rippled, as if he were standing on solid ground.

"No way! Air Stepping! That's a mid-tier space technique—extremely hard to master—and I didn't think Kong-ge knew this move!"

The spectators erupted in gasps.

Wang Dawei, watching nearby, puffed out his chest proudly.

In midair,

Ye Kong looked down at Lin Mo from above.

His Tang blade trembled violently, black light swirling along its edge, locked firmly onto Lin Mo on the ground.

Yet,

Lin Mo slowly lifted his head, meeting Ye Kong's gaze.

All his panic, awkwardness, and helplessness vanished in that instant.

A sly, smug smile appeared on his face.

Lin Mo sighed lightly and said:

"Sigh… actually… I'm really a mage."

At these words, Ye Kong in midair froze:

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