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

Under the pressure and denunciations of the crowd.

Han Mengqing's small face flushed red, and in the end, she could only stomp her foot hard:

"Fine, fine, fine! We'll open it! We're scared of you!"

"But I'll say this upfront!"

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

Han Mengqing raised her small notebook and announced loudly:

"For this round, Lin Mo wins, one to five!"

"Ye Kong wins... one to one point one!"

At these words, the entire venue erupted in uproar.

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

"Just now it was one to ten! How did it shrink so suddenly?"

"Exactly! That's way too shady!"

The students protested one after another.

One to one point one means betting a hundred and winning only ten; that's way too little.

Han Mengqing, however, stuck her neck out and shouted with righteous indignation:

"Think it's low? If you think it's low, don't bet!"

"Who doesn't know Ye Kong is a sure win this round? What's the difference between this and picking up money?"

"If I set the odds higher, wouldn't I end up losing even my underwear?"

Saying this, Han Mengqing made as if to put away her notebook:

"If you disagree, then forget it! In that case, I won't run this book anymore!"

"Anyway, I already made enough from that last round. Isn't it better to use that money to buy some equipment and skill books? Why must I lose it to you?"

"..."

Han Mengyao and Chu Lingxuan both stared, utterly stunned.

This move of pretending to retreat to advance was truly executed to perfection.

Hearing that she was about to close up shop, the students immediately panicked.

They hadn't even recovered their principal yet; how could they let the crooked bookmaker run away?

"No, no, no... one point one is fine, one point one!"

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

"Right! Having some profit is better than none! At worst, we'll bet more; this time we'll take back everything we lost earlier, principal and interest!"

In an instant, the crowd grew agitated.

Everyone started shouting out numbers at the top of their lungs, afraid that even one second late, Han Mengqing would change her mind.

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

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

"Damn it, I bet thirty million! Ye Kong, charge for me!"

"Fifty million! I bet fifty million!! Brother Kong, go for it!"

Numbers popped out of the students' mouths one after another, even crazier than the previous round.

Everyone wanted to recover their losses; everyone's eyes were bloodshot with killing intent.

The pen in Han Mengqing's hand moved so fast it left a afterimage as she quickly recorded everything in her small notebook.

"Fine, fine, fine! Ten million noted!"

"Thirty million! Got it!"

"This student, five hundred thousand, right? No problem!"

"Oh dear, I'm going to be ruined this time... I'm really going to lose everything this time..."

She muttered these words, wearing a look of deep distress.

But if anyone observed closely, they would discover:

With every entry she made, the corners of her mouth would lift a little higher.

She's struck it rich...

This time, she's truly struck it rich...

These silly children are really too cute!

Just at that moment,

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

"Wait!"

"Huh?"

Han Mengqing looked up.

Ye Kong took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a sense of determination.

The ten million he lost earlier, while not enough to cripple him financially, was certainly a huge sum that made his heart ache.

He must win back the money he lost!

Ye Kong stared at Han Mengqing and shouted loudly:

"I want to bet too!"

"I bet on myself to win!"

"One hundred million!"

The last time, he bet ten million and lost it all.

This time, with odds of 1.1, he must bet one hundred million to win back his principal.

As soon as these words were spoken.

The entire venue instantly erupted.

"Great!! Airman Kong is awesome!"

"Airman Kong will win! Make us rich!"

"One hundred million! So domineering!"

Hearing this, Han Mengqing nearly dropped the pen in her hand.

In the eyes with which she looked at Ye Kong, two sparkling money symbols seemed to appear.

"O-one hundred million?"

Han Mengqing pretended to be shy and said, "Classmate Ye Kong, you... playing so big?"

Ye Kong sneered and said proudly:

"What? Dare not accept?"

"When you won that ten million from me just now, weren't you having a great time?"

"Now, I will make you spit it all out, principal and interest!"

Han Mengqing took a deep breath and wore an expression of helplessness on her face.

"Fine, fine, just consider that this Young Lady never won, sigh, this money really comes quickly and goes even faster."

As she spoke, she wrote a line of characters heavily on the notebook.

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

After writing, she slumped into the chair, muttering to herself:

"It's over... everything is over..."

"Sigh, a gambling dog, a gambling dog, gambling until the end, having nothing left!"

However.

From an angle no one could see.

The corners of her mouth almost split to her earlobes.

Hold it!

Han Mengqing! You must hold it!

Cannot laugh yet!

Wait until counting the money to laugh!

Hahahaha! One hundred million!

This round is truly a huge win!

"Alright! Enough!"

Seeing the betting end.

Xu Wenchang finally stood up.

He strode to the edge of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the entire venue, finally landing on Lin Mo and Ye Kong.

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

"Director Su, trouble you."

Xu Wenchang turned to look at Director Su beside him.

Director Su also helplessly shook her head.

These children really do not treat money as money.

However, she was after all not Long Xu Ban's teacher, so it was not good to say anything.

Immediately after,

she raised her hand, and a soft white glow gathered again at her fingertip.

Whoosh—!

The Bai Guang sank into Ye Kong's body.

【Soul Protection】 took effect again!

A faint white light shield appeared on Ye Kong, giving him endless security.

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

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

This distance, for a Spatial-type, allows attack on the advance and defense on the retreat.

But for a melee class relying on techniques, it was simply like an impassable moat.

Seeing both sides take their positions, Xu Wenchang took a deep breath and raised his right hand high.

The entire venue instantly fell silent.

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats, staring fixedly at the two people on the field.

This battle concerned dignity, and even more, their huge bets!

"The match..."

Xu Wenchang's hand suddenly swept down:

"Begin!!!"

The instant the words fell.

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

He instantly activated 【Spatial Leap】, flashing directly into midair.

At the same time,

ripples spread across the air beneath his feet, as if he were stepping on solid ground.

"Holy crap! Void Stepping! That's an intermediate Spatial-attribute skill; comprehension difficulty is high. I never thought Brother Kong would know this move!"

In the stands, the students also let out a burst of exclamations.

Seeing this, Wang Dawei beside him proudly puffed out his chest.

In midair,

Ye Kong looked down at Lin Mo.

The Tang blade in his hand trembled violently, black light swirling along the blade edge, locking firmly onto Lin Mo on the ground.

However,

Lin Mo slowly raised his head, meeting Ye Kong's eyes.

The panic, awkwardness, and helplessness on his face vanished in that instant.

A wicked smile of a scheme succeeding appeared on his face.

Lin Mo sighed lightly and said:

"Sigh, actually... I really am a mage."

Upon hearing this, Ye Kong in midair paused for a moment:

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