Chapter 593

Chapter 593: Not Enough

There was still one hour left before the coliseum began.

The betting channel was closed.

Thomasen had continuously placed bets totaling two billion Low-grade Immortal Stones.

This amount was just a small test.

Compared to the total amount that the Shadow King had given to Thomasen, it was only one-fiftieth.

However, with this sum, Thomasen successfully made this duel the most talked-about match of the day.

The life-and-death duel of a level 180 Tree-Dwelling Tribe fighter was undoubtedly more attractive than the life-and-death duel between a level 150 Tree-Dwelling Tribe fighter and a level 150 Flame Tribe fighter.

But the high odds attracted countless spectators.

It also caused millions of viewers to place their bets on the victory of the Flame Tribe.

Compared to watching a high-level duel, these betting spectators cared more about their own chances of winning.

Even those who hadn’t placed bets were more concerned about who would win this duel.

Five to six hours before the betting channel closed, five million tickets sold out completely.

This left the coliseum’s manager regretting not making an earlier decision to change the match venue to the largest one as soon as they saw the potential crowd.

The largest venue in the Stag Coliseum could accommodate over one hundred million spectators for the duel.

Although tickets for such high-level duels weren’t expensive, averaging only two Low-grade Immortal Stones each, the sheer volume still generated a ticket revenue of two billion Low-grade Immortal Stones.

As the betting channel closed, the odds finally settled at two to one, regardless of whether Yi Chen or the Flame Tribe won.

The total amount of bets reached four hundred fifty billion Low-grade Immortal Stones, with the betting amounts on both sides nearly the same.

The side betting on Yi Chen’s victory totaled over two hundred twenty billion, with Thomasen betting two hundred billion alone.

It was almost like Thomasen was challenging millions of spectators.

More accurately, it was Yi Chen challenging millions of spectators.

Thomasen was merely his betting agent.

“Your Highness, the betting channel is closed!”

Mares immediately notified Yi Chen after receiving the message from Thomasen.

Yi Chen nodded and looked up at the Shadow King: “Let’s go!”

“Okay!”

The Shadow King immediately finished his training and entered a hiding state.

Then, he took Yi Chen and left using a flying treasure.

In an instant, they arrived at the palace complex set aside for fighters to rest.

They quickly reached the front of a palace.

The Shadow King’s body rapidly shrank until it seemed to become nothing, easily passing through the powerful defensive barriers to enter the palace.

The next moment, he transmitted the coordinates of a Flame Tribe fighter to Yi Chen using his Perception Ability.

This Flame Tribe fighter stood about twenty meters tall, with flames faintly swirling around him.

Yi Chen immediately activated the Luck Technique.

The orange luck surged into his Qi Sea like a tide.

Within one or two minutes, the orange luck transformed into black luck.

Yi Chen then reversed the Luck Technique, returning the black luck to the Flame Tribe fighter.

“Let’s go!”

Yi Chen felt somewhat unsatisfied.

It ended too quickly after just one or two minutes, leaving him wanting more.

However, there was no choice; the opponent was only level 150, and the total luck amount was too low.

Considering his current strength realm and the intensity of the Luck Technique, even drawing luck from a level 200 powerful being would only take him a few minutes.

If he wanted to draw enough luck to feel satisfied, he needed to look for those at level 210 or even level 220.

The reason Yi Chen even drew luck from a level 150 Flame Tribe fighter was not for the small amount of luck.

It was to ensure safety.

Only by exhausting the luck of the Flame Tribe fighter could he be truly confident.

Otherwise, while he believed he could defeat strong enemies across major realms, who knew if he would encounter a similarly formidable opponent?

By exhausting the opponent’s luck, even if that opponent was indeed stronger, they would only have a dead end.

Upon receiving the notification, the Shadow King immediately took Yi Chen back through the defensive barriers and returned to the flying treasure.

There were still half an hour left until the match.

In the stands of the court, every seat was filled.

“May the ancestors bless, I hope this guy named Clay encounters his enemies and gets killed in the coliseum.”

One of the Tree-Dwelling Tribe spectators couldn’t help but pray.

No one around them reprimanded for not supporting the Tree-Dwelling Tribe; instead, they supported the Flame Tribe.

The reason was simple.

Without personal gain, as members of the Tree-Dwelling Tribe, they naturally hoped their tribe would win and easily eliminate the Flame Tribe.

But the audience at the event was almost all tempted by the odds, placing bets on the victory of the Flame Tribe fighter.

Compared to personal interests, the sense of camaraderie was not as important.

“Counting on him to be killed before the duel begins is extremely unlikely. It’s better to expect that the Flame Tribe fighter will crush him with absolute advantage as soon as the match starts.”

A Tree-Dwelling Tribe spectator found themselves daydreaming.

However, this Tree-Dwelling Tribe spectator was relatively conservative.

In the Stag Coliseum, fighting before an official match was strictly prohibited, especially in the resting area for fighters, which was under the watch of powerful beings from the Tree-Dwelling Tribe.

Killing a fighter would only lead to a dead end.

If a fighter got killed before the duel, it would be equivalent to forfeiting and automatically granting victory to another fighter.

But this possibility occurred rarely in the Stag Coliseum.

In contrast, one side crushing their opponent with absolute advantage was the most common outcome.

“Absolute advantage crushing? Don’t count on that either.”

This thought quickly drew opposing voices: “Victory will definitely favor the Flame Tribe. After all, the Flame Tribe has a significant advantage over us Tree-Dwelling Tribe. Even if this Clay guy is a genius, he may not be able to defeat the Flame Tribe.”

“For an easy crush, that too is uncertain. This Clay guy is participating in a life-and-death duel for the first time. Plus, someone has placed a large bet on him.”

“Adding that this match has an absurdly high total betting amount, even surpassing the level 180 life-and-death duel from the same period, shows that this big spender is highly optimistic about Clay’s victory and must have considerable knowledge of his strength.”

“Even if Clay can’t win, it will be a fiercely contested battle!”

“No matter what, as long as the Flame Tribe fighter can win, that’s what matters. The process isn’t important; as long as the outcome aligns with expectations, all is well.”

“Indeed, as long as they win, that’s enough.”

As time approached, the audience in the stands, even those who hadn’t snagged tickets and were waiting outside the coliseum, grew increasingly anxious.

The very few Tree-Dwelling Tribe spectators betting on Yi Chen’s victory dared not speak up.

There were simply too few companions around them.

They could only silently pray, hoping for Yi Chen to achieve victory.

With over five million Tree-Dwelling Tribe spectators watching, just three minutes before the match began, the Flame Tribe fighter appeared at the entrance of the passage.

He stepped from the passage onto the stage.

Cheers erupted like thunder.

In the final minute, as most of the spectators hoped and anticipated that Yi Chen would not appear, a figure appeared at the passageway.

More accurately, it was Yi Chen using the Transformation Technique to take on the appearance of a Tree-Dwelling Tribe member.

Disappointed boos immediately rang out from the stands.