Exhibition Match (1)

A Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator slapped down a pouch of spirit stones. "Fifty on Zhou Rui! That guy's a monster with a saber!"

A female disciple from the Azure Gale Sect tossed her own bet. "Eighty on Senior Brother Yan! You don't understand the brilliance of our Young Master's wind techniques!"

"And you don't know how strong Senior Brother Zhou is!" Su Mei, the Crimson Vale disciple who bought the first Spirit Tress Comb interjected as she put down her own bets on Zhou Rui.

 

As more bets were placed, Liu Xiaoyu hummed happily, tallying the numbers on a jade tablet.

Naturally, the Divine Convenience Store would be taking a small cut from the bets and that would count to its sales.

Business was business.

A heavy silence settled over the multipurpose hall as Zhou Rui and Yan Wei faced off in the center of the massive stage, their weapons and armor at the ready.