Kent and Fatty Ben pushed their way through the bustling crowd, Kent’s eyes widening as they entered the central Arena of the Golden Bamboo City. The Arena, a massive spherical structure, was designed to give every spectator a clear view, with stepped seating that rose up around them like an amphitheater.
The structure could accommodate thousands, almost half the city’s population, and it seemed every seat was filled with eager onlookers. Kent saw almost everyone holding some type of tickets which looked like gambling tokens.
As they found their seats, Kent’s gaze was immediately drawn to the center of the Arena where an astonishing spectacle unfolded. Two fighters were in the midst of a battle, not on the ground as Kent was accustomed to, but high in the air, each mounted on their own flying pets.
The pets, a giant hawk and a scaled wyvern, twisted and turned through the air, their movements synchronized with their riders’.
Kent felt a surge of surprise and excitement. The style of the fight was unlike anything he had seen before. The complexity of the battle was heightened by the three-dimensional space in which it took place, adding an element of unpredictability and spectacle.
Above them, a magnificent Aurora glass projected the details of the fighters and their moves in slow motion. This feature allowed the audience to appreciate the intricacies of the combat, even from a distance.
Fatty Ben leaned over to Kent, his voice filled with excitement. “How is it, master? It’s incredible, isn’t it? Almost everyone here comes to gambling with large pockets. It’s really a perfect spot for making a fortune.”
Kent nodded, completely engrossed in the ongoing fight. He watched intently as the hawk swooped down, its rider launching a series of spells. The opponent on Wyvern is using his pet to block the attacks, which is very cruel. The Wyvern pet is bleeding heavily with painful cries. Instead of booing or jeering, the crowd is enjoying the show with excited cries.
“This is match number 280,” Fatty informed Kent, checking the schedule he had pulled up on a small, enchanted scroll. “There are still eight matches left before your turn at number 289.”
Kent nodded while staring at the fight. Soon the match ended, and the fighter of the giant hawk won the fight.
“Master, it’s time for me to leave. I need to sit inside the gambling store near the fighting ring, don’t forget to enter Arena on the 289th match.” Fatty said while getting up from his seat.
Kent nodded his head with all the best gesture. Instead of leaving right away, Fatty stood there with a hesitating look.
“What is it?” Kent asked, shifting his gaze from Arena to Ben.
“Please don’t take it badly, I’m just wondering how sure you are to win this match.” Fatty asked with an awkward smile.
“Don’t worry, even though I lack fighting experience in the Arena, I’m strong enough to beat anyone in the Master Magus realm. You can trust me.” Kent replied in an assuring tone while staring into Fatty’s eyes.
Fatty laughed happily and thanked Kent before going down towards the Arena. A strange excitement enveloped Fatty, as this is his first time handling the gambling in the Arena.
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On the other side of the Arena, Larry sat with a group of fighters from different sects. All of them were set up by Larry to compete against Kent.
“Hector, young master Zi Chen will definitely remember your service. You just need to exchange a few moves with the guy named Kent and lose the fight. I will take care of the next things. Also, everyone, after Hector’s match, it will be your turn. You all need to lose in his hands.
Understand?” Larry asked while addressing the group of fighters who came to lose in Kent’s hands for the monetary benefits.
Black Belle Miss Ria, who sat at a distance from the group, felt disgusted by Larry’s set-up. Soon her gaze shifted towards Kent, who sat alone while staring at the arena.
As this is a losing match, Larry didn’t show any interest in selling gambling slips. He messaged Zi Chen to watch Kent’s match through the Arena forum, which records all the matches happening at Central Arena.
Meanwhile, Fatty showed the golden match token to the elder who stood outside the gambling store. After that he entered gambling store and began setting up his things inside the cabin, which is closed on three sides and open on one side with a grilled interface.
First, Fatty hoisted a long silk cloth with the Golden Rat symbol on one side. After that, he placed the golden token with the match number inside the magic circle of the cabin. Immediately, the images of Kent vs. Hector and match number, along with the cultivation stage, were displayed on top of the gambling room, attracting all the gazes of Arena.
Satisfied with his set-up and arrangements, Fatty leaned close to the magic circle and began making a loud announcement.
“1:3… 1:3… 1:3… Everyone, my master Kent is going to fight for the first time in the Arena. Make your bets if you dare. High returns were guaranteed if my master lost. Try your luck… Beware of losing your wealth.” Fatty made a brave announcement in a proud tone.
Many onlookers were horrified after listening to his announcement. The highest ratio usually offered is 1:2 in the Arena, which is very high as people place very large amounts of bets in the capital city.
Fatty attracted everyone’s attention with this ground-breaking ratio. Even the fighters in the Arena stopped for a second after hearing that high-sounding announcement.
“Is he for real?” One of the onlookers cried out while staring at the gambling store, which is glowing near the periphery of the central Arena.
“Dummy, he is definitely real. Look at the top of the gambling store, the 1:3 ratio is clearly displayed.” Another one cried out, pointing at the images of Kent and Hector, which were glowing on top of the gambling store.
Soon, many people began opening the Gamblers Syndicate Forum to check out the profiles of Kent and Hector. But a few people had already begun running towards the gambling room to place bets.
“Larry, by any chance, that fat guy knew about your set-up?” Hector, who is going to fight Kent, asked Larry with a doubtful look.
“Impossible…” Larry cried out with a frustrated look. With Larry’s losing setup, Fatty is guaranteed to win a big fortune.
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