Chapter: 6893
In a secret room on the battlefield, Gong Mao walked back and forth, sweat dripping from his forehead. He kept wiping it, but he couldn't finish it.
Even the large clothes on his body were getting wet and dry, and dry and wet again.
As a hedao, he rarely loses his composure like this.
But this time he really played too big a trick - Fusion of Dao and He Dao, and it was a death match. Not to mention how exciting it was, this gimmick alone was enough to attract countless gamblers, and 99% of them were attracted to it. I felt that this was a good opportunity to pick up Tao fish for free, so I naturally didn't want to miss it.
He had the foresight, so he decided to open all the viewing venues in the entire battle arena. This time, except for the spectators at the Emperor Arena who can directly watch the death battle, other viewing venues will also see the projection of the battle situation at the same time. .
It can be said that there is only one battle on the battlefield today, and that is the fight to the death between Wumingke and Lingyan.
As a result, all the spectators gathered in the fighting battlefield can only bet on this death fight.
Even though Gong Mao had been in the battlefield for so many years, he still felt frightened when he saw the numbers that were being accumulated. If he messed up this time, he would definitely be blamed for his death.
"Sir." A subordinate monk hurriedly came to the side with a solemn expression: "The situation is not good. More and more people are betting on spiritual eyes. Should the handicap be temporarily closed?"
"It can't be sealed!" Although Gong Mao was anxious, he still relied on his reason. Since the fighting battlefield opened, there has never been a situation where he sealed his hand before the time came.
Closing the hand at this time is destroying one's credibility. If you lose to Daoyu, you can still earn it back. If your credibility is gone, the foundation of the fighting battlefield will be gone.
He knew why more and more people were betting on the spiritual eye. Because the nameless guest had not shown up yet, many people thought that the unknown guest was afraid and did not dare to participate in this death battle, so they bet on the spiritual eye at this time. That is a sure-profit business.
"What's the odds for Wu Mingke?" Gong Mao asked.
The subordinate reports a number.
Gong Mao solemnly nodded. This odds... is a figure that has never appeared on the battlefield before. Not only has it not happened before, but Gong Mao can almost conclude that it will never happen in the future, because it is impossible for another death fight to be as grand as it is today. .
"Go down." Gong Mao waved his hand weakly.
When his subordinates retreated, he quickly took out the musical notes and sent a message, wailing in his heart, "Friend Lu Dao, if you don't come again, Gong will probably die to apologize today!"
As soon as the news came out, the door was pushed open again.
Gong Mao looked up and saw a familiar figure wearing a hooded windbreaker walking in under the guidance of one of his cronies.
The confidant extended his hand to greet him and then retreated.
Gong Mao hurriedly greeted him, almost crying: "Fellow Taoist, you finally showed up."
Lu Ye raised his hand to lift his hood, with an apologetic look on his face: "Some things have delayed me. How are you doing here?"
"It's okay for the time being, but if fellow Taoist doesn't come again, I won't be able to delay it any longer."
"It's not too late then?" JrNovels.com
Even the large clothes on his body were getting wet and dry, and dry and wet again.
As a hedao, he rarely loses his composure like this.
But this time he really played too big a trick - Fusion of Dao and He Dao, and it was a death match. Not to mention how exciting it was, this gimmick alone was enough to attract countless gamblers, and 99% of them were attracted to it. I felt that this was a good opportunity to pick up Tao fish for free, so I naturally didn't want to miss it.
He had the foresight, so he decided to open all the viewing venues in the entire battle arena. This time, except for the spectators at the Emperor Arena who can directly watch the death battle, other viewing venues will also see the projection of the battle situation at the same time. .
It can be said that there is only one battle on the battlefield today, and that is the fight to the death between Wumingke and Lingyan.
As a result, all the spectators gathered in the fighting battlefield can only bet on this death fight.
Even though Gong Mao had been in the battlefield for so many years, he still felt frightened when he saw the numbers that were being accumulated. If he messed up this time, he would definitely be blamed for his death.
"Sir." A subordinate monk hurriedly came to the side with a solemn expression: "The situation is not good. More and more people are betting on spiritual eyes. Should the handicap be temporarily closed?"
"It can't be sealed!" Although Gong Mao was anxious, he still relied on his reason. Since the fighting battlefield opened, there has never been a situation where he sealed his hand before the time came.
Closing the hand at this time is destroying one's credibility. If you lose to Daoyu, you can still earn it back. If your credibility is gone, the foundation of the fighting battlefield will be gone.
He knew why more and more people were betting on the spiritual eye. Because the nameless guest had not shown up yet, many people thought that the unknown guest was afraid and did not dare to participate in this death battle, so they bet on the spiritual eye at this time. That is a sure-profit business.
"What's the odds for Wu Mingke?" Gong Mao asked.
The subordinate reports a number.
Gong Mao solemnly nodded. This odds... is a figure that has never appeared on the battlefield before. Not only has it not happened before, but Gong Mao can almost conclude that it will never happen in the future, because it is impossible for another death fight to be as grand as it is today. .
"Go down." Gong Mao waved his hand weakly.
When his subordinates retreated, he quickly took out the musical notes and sent a message, wailing in his heart, "Friend Lu Dao, if you don't come again, Gong will probably die to apologize today!"
As soon as the news came out, the door was pushed open again.
Gong Mao looked up and saw a familiar figure wearing a hooded windbreaker walking in under the guidance of one of his cronies.
The confidant extended his hand to greet him and then retreated.
Gong Mao hurriedly greeted him, almost crying: "Fellow Taoist, you finally showed up."
Lu Ye raised his hand to lift his hood, with an apologetic look on his face: "Some things have delayed me. How are you doing here?"
"It's okay for the time being, but if fellow Taoist doesn't come again, I won't be able to delay it any longer."
"It's not too late then?" JrNovels.com
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