At that moment, Abigail’s voice rang out. After the second round of betting, many martial artists were drawn over.
Initially, there were bystanders just there to watch. But as they got caught up in the excitement, they found it intriguing. Eventually, they decided to jump in and participate.
As more and more of them racked up celestial stones, those who hadn’t joined in yet were getting envious.
After all, chances to snag celestial stones were rare. So, when the opportunity finally presented itself, they couldn’t resist.
As a result, the betting pool attracted an increasing number of gamblers.
Abigail kept accumulating rare treasures, even as the celestial stones in her box decreased. Regardless, she remained content and unfazed as long as people were willing to bet.
“The contestants are in the battle ring, and the third round is about to begin. Hurry up and get those bets in before it’s too late!” Abigail continued to shout.
Nearly half of the crowd relied on their gut instincts and judgments to avoid missing out. They placed bets on the players they believed had a high chance of winning.
The rest were split-some hesitated while they scoped out the scene, while others kept their eyes peeled on the man in gray.
“Hey, the match is about to start. Who should we bet on?”
The crowd surrounded the man in gray, and their faces were filled with anticipation. For them, each match was a big gamble -losing hurt, but winning was a huge payoff.
“I am very optimistic about Number 33, so I’ll bet on him!”
The man in gray’s gaze swept over each battle ring. He finally settled on contestant number 33 in the second battle ring.
Contestant number 33 was a man dressed in white and armed with a long whip. He was slender and looked rather ordinary, with no standout features.
But the only thing that seemed unique was the long whip in his hand.
“Number 33?”
The crowd glanced over, and their expressions reflected a hint of uncertainty.
Number 33 was a mystery to them. They wondered about his strength and the techniques he possessed. Unfortunately, they had no answers.
Plus, betting everything on an unknown martial artist seemed like a risky move.
“So, what’s the deal with Number 33? Can you give us some insight?” one person cautiously inquired.
The man in gray retorted, “What? You don’t trust my judgment?”
He raised an eyebrow and said coldly, ” If you don’t believe me, that’s fine. Consider I said nothing earlier. You can bet however you want. But I’m still betting on Number 33.”
Then, he swiftly wagered all the celestial stones in his hand.
As they observed this, the crowd exchanged glances and felt somewhat torn.
The man in gray’s confidence in his bet suggested he was confident in himself. However, the problem lay in the lack of further explanation, which left the crowd feeling uncertain.
“Alright, everyone! You’ve got just ten seconds left. So, place your bets. It’s now or never!” Abigail shouted again.
The pressure mounted as the seconds ticked away, and people succumbed to the urge to place their bets.
Some threw caution to the wind, going all in and risking everything they possessed. Others adopted a more conservative approach, wagering only a portion of their assets.
Meanwhile, a few chose to stay on the sidelines, preferring to observe and await the outcome before committing themselves.
Ten seconds later, the betting closed. Soon, the third round began.
