Chapter 29: Result? Go To Hell

As the disciples began to murmur in awe, appreciating the intense battle they had just witnessed, a sudden realization dawned on them—a grim one at that. The betting booth.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted from admiration to frustration. Those who had eagerly wagered their Sect Points on either Ming Yuen or Yang Lie winning now found themselves staring at the bitter reality: the fight had ended in a draw, meaning no one would claim the prize.

"Are you kidding me? A draw?!" one disciple groaned, clutching his head in disbelief.

"I put everything I had on Yang Lie!" another shouted, pacing angrily, his fists clenched. "All my Sect Points—gone!"

"I bet everything on Ming Yuen, thinking he had the upper hand," third disciple groaned.

"But that bastard—despite using a forbidden item—still couldn't win! Ugh, I've lost all my points!" He clenched his fists in anger, the bitter taste of defeat settling in as he realized just how much he had gambled and lost on the fight's outcome.

"It's not fair! Who would've thought both would collapse like that?" a fourth disciple muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

All around, disciples voiced their disappointment, their earlier excitement dissolving into frustration as they realized their losses.

Some cursed their luck, while others slumped in defeat, staring blankly at the ground as the weight of losing all their Sect Points hit them hard. The thrill of the fight was now overshadowed by the sting of wasted wagers.

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In the corner, a young man sat quietly, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he counted his Sect Points, oblivious to the frustration brewing around him.

"Twenty thousand to Xu Yang... Fifty thousand, fifty-five thousand, sixty thousand..." he whispered to himself, a wide grin spreading across his face as the numbers added up. "Yes! Sixty thousand five hundred and eighty-five points! And with my own ten thousand points from previous betting, that makes... seventy thousand five hundred and eighty-five points in total!"

Reon's heart raced with satisfaction, his grin widening. "Go To Hell Ming Yuen and Yang Lie," he muttered to himself. "Now I've got enough Sect Points to buy a Rare Grade weapon! I thought I'd have to settle for an Uncommon Grade, but now..." He chuckled under his breath, savoring his unexpected windfall.

The sting of defeat that lingered in the air around him seemed a distant world away, as Reon savored every moment of his windfall, now fully immersed in the victory that was his alone.

Yes, this young man was none other than Reon, basking in the glory of his winnings, lost in the world of Sect Points while others lamented their losses.

Suddenly, a familiar chime echoed in Reon's mind—the sound of a System notification. His grin widened even further, as excitement bubbled up inside him.

The thrill of earning Sect Points had already filled him with excitement, but now, with the System alerting him to a new reward from his latest mission, his joy soared to an entirely new level.

[Ding! The Host has successfully completed the selected option. Host has received the Bladesong of the Silver Moon Technique (Rare-Grade).]

[The reward has been stored in the System Inventory. Check your Inventory for further details.]

"Could this day get any better?" he thought, barely containing his glee.

Not only had Reon effortlessly earned over sixty thousand Sect Points just by setting up a betting booth while the disciples did all the work—creating the perfect atmosphere for the fight and cheering both sides into action—but now he had enough points to buy a Rare-Grade weapon.

And as if that wasn't enough, the System had rewarded him with a Rare-Grade Technique as well. His fortune couldn't have been sweeter.

He couldn't help but wonder if he'd already burned through all his good fortune for the month. "Did I just hit the jackpot too soon?" Reon thought, half-jokingly glancing around.

"What if the universe is planning to throw something dangerous my way to balance it out?" The thought made him chuckle nervously, as if waiting for some cosmic payback.

Shaking off his worries for now, Reon made his way back into the Weaponry Hall with Xu Yang by his side. As he stepped inside, he eagerly began using his Identify skill to examine each weapon's abilities and prices, his eyes scanning every detail.

With each weapon he inspected, a wave of realization washed over him. This Weaponry Hall was mocking him for being poor in a thousand different ways.

He felt utterly foolish for ever thinking he could snag an Uncommon Grade weapon for just ten thousand points.

Even a Low-Tier Uncommon Grade weapon started at fifteen thousand Sect Points, while a Peak-Tier Uncommon Grade weapon soared to fifty thousand or more, flaunting multiple abilities.

Meanwhile, quality Rare Grade weapons soared above a hundred thousand Sect Points. The prices danced before Reon's eyes like a cruel joke, prompting an internal groan of despair.

After scouring the entire Weaponry Hall, Reon finally stumbled upon a Low-Tier Rare Grade weapon that fit his budget and offered a tempting deal. Excitement surged through him as he realized he could finally make a worthy purchase.