“I’m going with Ms. Wesley’s choice-
Number 6 in the first battle ring.” Dustin wrote on a slip of paper before tossing it into the designated bowl.
“Okay, good luck!” Abigail smiled and shouted, “Come and place your bets! The tournament is about to begin!”
The martial artists nearby were eager to participate, yet not a single one dared place a bet.
Their hesitation stemmed from uncertainty about the legitimacy of the betting pool. They questioned whether the Mystic Arts Order would truly honor double payouts if they won.
So, they held back and waited for the outcome of Dustin and the others’ initial bets. Only after seeing the result did they contemplate joining the action.
“Alright, the tournament has begun, so betting is officially closed. Let’s all sit tight and await the results.” Abigail signaled the end of the betting phase with a sweeping gesture.
Soon, all eyes returned to the battle rings.
At that moment, all eight battle rings burst into action simultaneously as sixteen participants engaged in fierce combat.
Despite that, Dustin’s attention remained fixed on the first battle ring.
In the first battle ring, a male and female martial artist faced each other.
Dressed in black, the man was muscular and imposing. With a tight grip on his long shadowsteel staff, he effortlessly executed the Night Shade technique.
Each swing showcased his raw power and aggression, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind and the ominous rumble of thunder. His strikes left a lasting impression on the crowd.
On the other side stood a woman in red. Despite her small stature, she unexpectedly exuded great strength.
Standing at a mere five feet two inches, she held an impressive weapon-a halberd about six to ten feet in length.
The sheer weight of the halberd was undeniable. However, it seemed as light as a feather in her hands as she wielded it with effortless grace.
Her command over the imposing blade left spectators in awe.
They squared off on the battle ring, one with a staff and the other wielding a halberd.
Their clash was intense, with sparks flying and blows exchanged fiercely.
Neither seemed to gain the upper hand as they traded blows.
Armed with long weapons and adopting an aggressive style, their fighting techniques were remarkably similar. They fought without holding back, and each strike landed with force and precision.
Despite her petite frame, the woman in red displayed surprising strength, and she gained a slight edge in each clash.
However, the man in black had more combat experience. He incorporated tactics alongside his aggressive approach.
He had mastered the Night Shade technique and was showcasing impressive skills. His moves were fluid and versatile, seamlessly transitioning between offense and defense with precision and grace.
As the battle raged on, he began to gain the upper hand.
“Dustin, it looks like your pick isn’t pulling through. Keep going like this, and she’s bound to lose sooner or later. “Miles glanced at him.
“Don’t worry. The tide of battle can turn in an instant. Until the final moment, nobody can predict the outcome,” Dustin replied with a faint smile. To him, a bottle of Tigarius was just pocket change.
“Dustin, you should’ve followed my lead with the bet. Look at my pick. Victory is just around the corner. He’ll defeat his opponent in ten moves,” Miles boasted confidently.
“Oh yeah?” Dustin looked at the third battle ring and raised an eyebrow.
He added, “Mr. Young, you might want to hold off on the celebrations. Your pick might not have it in the bag just yet.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. My pick already got his opponent pushed to the edge of the ring. Victory’s all but guaranteed.” Miles didn’t believe Dustin’s words.
“Pushed on the edge, huh?” Dustin chuckled lightly. “How can you be sure it’s not just a bait-and-switch, luring your pick in for the knockout?”
