Early the next morning, at the Outer Sect arena.
More than a thousand outer-sect disciples had gathered to watch the spectacle.
Today, a duel was about to go down here.
The challenger was Tyson Xu, who joined the Pristine Way Sect three years ago. His cultivation had already reached late-stage Qi-Refining tier five, and he was a backbone member of the Black Tiger Society, highly valued by its president, Drake Ling.
The challenged was Leon Huang. He’d only been an outer-sect disciple for two days, but he was already the talk of the sect: first he toyed with Black Tiger Society’s vice-leader Galen Long, then turned down invitations from both the Dragon-Serpent Society and the Sun-Moon Society.
There were only five major societies in the Outer Sect, and he’d already offended three. You had to admit, this guy had a real talent for stirring up trouble.
But honestly, what people liked even more than his troublemaking was Leon Huang’s skill at burning money. He’d blown over a million taels in the third-round entrance trial, tossed out a hundred taels just for a seat—he was the definition of a prodigal rich kid.
As the duel drew near, more and more people crowded around the arena. Some even started a betting pool.
Odds for Tyson Xu were set at 0.8 to 1, while Leon Huang’s were 3 to 1.
Clearly, the bookmaker didn’t have much faith in Leon Huang.
There were still fifteen minutes left before the duel.
Tyson Xu, the challenger, arrived slowly, surrounded by a crowd of outer-sect disciples.
“I’m betting a thousand taels on myself! You taking the bet or not?”
Tyson Xu slapped a thousand-tael silver note onto the bookmaker’s table, looking smug.
The bookmaker was Shawn Cheng, also at late-stage Qi-Refining tier five, and a member of the Divine Martial Society.
Shawn Cheng chuckled. “Of course I’m taking it! Junior Brother Lin, mark it down—Tyson Xu, one thousand taels on himself!”
“How about it, Junior Brothers—want to put down a few bets?” Tyson Xu called out to the crowd of outer-sect disciples behind him.
“Ha! This bet’s a sure thing, I’ve gotta get in on it. I’ll put two hundred taels on Senior Brother Xu.”
“I’ll bet two hundred taels on Senior Brother Xu!”
“I’ll bet three hundred taels!”