The Bet

At the heart of Volt Wing City, there was a plaza. Wooden signs were placed here to show that this was where the ranking match would be held.

There was a vast crowd in the restaurant located beside the plaza.

"It's gonna be interesting this year! There are so many who signed up!"

"Yeah! It's filled with elites! Look, the Hidden Dragon Clan's Di Jun, Golden Wind Platform's Fu Lin… these people rarely come out!"

At a table by the side of the road sat two men; a bulky man whose face was as red as a tomato and a Daoist with thin, almond-shaped eyes.

Hearing the discussion of the other customers, the bulky man clapped. "Brother He, it's time for you to get rich again!"

The Daoist laughed. "Haha, don't say that. I'm no match for the elites."

"Don't be humble, man, it's me! You won Old Man Xiang's flying sword last year, I'm even drooling."

This made the Daoist proud of himself.