Chapter 637: Placing a Bet

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Then, the man with the long black sword made his move.

He swung his long sword, which unleashed powerful Demonic Qi and terrifying Demon Skill.

The blood-red sword radiance shattered the earth, destroyed the heavens, and annihilated everything in sight.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, Su Mo’s Mind left this space.

“Phew!”

Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief. His face was covered in sweat, and the red in his eyes gradually disappeared.

“How terrifying!” Su Mo was certain that this man was the scariest person he had ever seen.

No words could describe his tremendous Demon Skill willpower and peerless sword power.

Su Mo finally managed to regain his composure after a while. He turned to look at Li Feng and Hong Qingxuan and saw that they were also pale-faced and covered in sweat.

It was clear that they had seen the same terrifying scene.

“This man must be the Sword Devil, Dugu Shang!” Su Mo thought. However, what does this scene have to do with Devilish Land? And what secrets does it hold?

Su Mo puzzled over it for a while, but still could not figure it out. He then shook his head and gave up.

His top priority right now was to earn Spiritual Stones.

“Qingxuan, Li Feng, let’s go!” Su Mo said.

The two of them nodded and followed Su Mo to the Death Arena.

“There is an admission fee of 1,000 Upper Spiritual Stones per person to enter the Death Arena!”

Four guards stood at the gate of the arena and collected Spiritual Stones from all who wished to enter the Death Arena.

Su Mo handed over 3000 Upper Spiritual Stones, and the three of them entered the Arena.

The Death Arena was much larger and more majestic than any other arenas Su Mo had visited.

Spectator stands completely circled the Arena. They were hundreds of levels high, and could sit countless martial artists.

“Let’s go!”

“Kill him!”

“Haha! I’m going to win!”

The entire Arena was filled with the manic energy of countless martial artists shouting thunderously.

Everyone on the stands looked down toward the middle, where there was a low fighting ring with a radius of 3,300 meters.

This fighting ring was enveloped by a giant air shield formation, and two people were currently engaged in a battle to the death.

One of them was a stony-faced middle-aged man, and the other was a stony-faced young man. They were both at Peak Lv 9 Enlightenment Realm cultivation.

They were engaged in a fierce battle, but the young man was clearly stronger and completely dominated the middle-aged man.

Soon, the young man brutally slaughtered the middle-aged man, and crimson blood splashed onto the fighting ring.

“Haha!”

After killing his opponent, the young man immediately burst into maniacal laughter.

“Oh!”

“All hail Wang Xiao!”

“Haha, I’ve earned 20,000 Upper Spiritual Stones!”

Many martial artists cheered uproariously from the surrounding spectators stands.

These people had all bet on the young man’s victory.

Of course, there were also many who were furious at losing their bets.

“Damn it, he’s so useless!”

“I can’t believe this piece of trash was killed in ten moves. I lost the 30,000 Upper Spiritual Stones I bet on him!”

“How unlucky. If I lose again next time, I’ll have to resort to stealing!”

Su Mo looked speechlessly. The Death Arena’s battles were violent, but the audience was equally insane as well.

A billboard stood at the entrance to the spectator stands. Su Mo and his friends walked over and studied it carefully.

The billboard detailed the rules of Death Arena.

Those who fought in battles would be rewarded generously. The higher the cultivation, the better the reward.

For example, at Lv 1 True Darkness Realm, Su Mo would win 50,000 Upper Spiritual Stones if he won a battle. If he won a second, he would win another 100,000 Upper Spiritual Stones. If he won a third, he would win another 200,000, and so on. The figure would double each time.

Of course, there were restrictions on who one could fight. The first battle was a fight among the same level, and each of the following battles would be against someone of an increasingly higher level.

There were also rules on betting. The most one could wager on a battle amongst True Darkness Realm was 100,000 Upper Spiritual Stones.

This was to prevent experts from getting too rich. The upper echelons of the Death Arena knew that there would be geniuses with exceptional combat strength, so if anyone could bet as much as they wanted, the Arena would end up bleeding money.

For example, a genius like Su Mo would undoubtedly win a fight among the same level, so if someone could bet 10 billion Upper Spiritual Stones on him, the Arena would stand to lose a fortune.

After Su Mo finished reading the rules, he and the other two walked toward a tower at the edge of the Arena.

This was where the Arena’s management office was located. According to the billboard, one had to come here to collect a betting token.

The three of them soon each collected a black iron token that was the size of a palm, which cost 3,000 Upper Spiritual Stones.

The Death Arena was really out to make money, charging people to enter the arena and to place bets.

Su Mo looked at the token in his hand in surprise. The Death Arena’s betting methods were really fascinating.

One only needed to use one’s Mind to bet a certain amount on the token, and the betting token would record their performance.

All bets would be tallied when leaving the Arena.

“Let’s go to the spectator stands and watch the fights!” Su Mo said to the other two. The three of them entered the Arena and found an empty spot on the stands.

At this moment, a new fight was about to begin. The first challenger was still the stony-faced young man called Wang Xiao, and his opponent was an elderly man at Lv 1 True Darkness Realm.

Wang Xiao’s expression was very serious, but his eyes were clouded with intense fighting desire.

Before the battle began, Su Mo and his friends started to place their bets. Hong Qingxuan and Li Feng both bet 10,000 Upper Spiritual Stones on the elder.

Almost 90% of the audience was absolutely sure that the elder would win.

Su Mo thought for a moment, then decided to go against the flow and bet 20,000 Upper Spiritual Stones on Wang Xiao.

He was not sure if Wang Xiao would win, but he could tell that Wang Xiao was crazily bloodthirsty and stubborn, so he decided to go with Wang Xiao.

“Su Mo, you’re about to lose!”

Li Feng shook his head and said with a smile, “Not everyone is like you and can easily fight above their level!”

“Yes! Brother Su Mo, I think you’re about to lose your 20,000 Spiritual Stones!” Hong Qingxuan also shook her head.