Novel Full Chapter 1061 - 1061: Mountains of Wealth!
The Arena howled as if a storm had descended. The air itself twisted into a tornado, sweeping across the battlefield. Zhan Din’s spear was thrown off course, his body lifted from the ground, and his thunder hound yelped as both were flung violently toward the Arena’s edge.
CRASH!
Zhan Din slammed against the boundary, his body thrown outside before he even realized what had happened.
Silence.
The spectators froze.
Then the elder’s voice rang out. “Zhan Din has been eliminated! The victors are Kent Hall and Rina Lova!”
The Arena erupted again, but this time in anger and mockery.
“Boo! Shameless! He helped her!”
“They’ve made some secret deal!”
“Disgraceful! This is no fair fight!”
Kent ignored them all, swirling his wine in his cup with a faint smile. Rina stood frozen, her whip trembling in her hand, eyes wide in disbelief. She stared at Kent, her lips parting but no words coming out.
If not for him, she would already be lying outside the Arena in humiliation.
He looked at her once, casually, as though what he had done was nothing worth mentioning. His eyes didn’t even linger before returning to his wine.
Rina bit her lip. Gratitude, confusion, and unease all twisted inside her chest.
The elder repeated the declaration, “The winners of the first group are Kent King and Rina Lova!”
The crowd booed louder, cursing, throwing insults, but the results were unchangeable.
Rina lowered her head slightly, walking toward Kent as the exit gate opened. Together, they stepped off the Skyfire Arena while the mocking jeers of the crowd followed like a storm cloud.
But in that storm, Rina’s gaze flickered once more at Kent’s calm figure.
If she had to be honest—she wasn’t sure whether she should be grateful for his help… or terrified of it.
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As the night deepened, the group battles consumed many lives. Many people won the fights by joining hands. The mutual help of Kent and Rina LOva inspired many to fight in small groups.
Time passed and the final 50 were decided for the next round.
The night after the group battles ended, the atmosphere in the Skyfire City had shifted. The audience, gamblers, merchants, nobles, and wandering cultivators—all carried the same buzzing thought in their hearts: five names had emerged like dazzling stars, each one radiating strength and potential that eclipsed the rest.
“Shui Lan, the man of Fire and Space… He’s unmatched in elegance and cruelty both,” someone whispered in a teahouse outside the arena.
“And don’t forget Jian Mu—the swordsman. Every strike of his blade cuts like a divine decree. No one can even step near him without tasting blood!” another interrupted.
“There’s also Lei Zhan, the thunder expert. His spears of lightning destroyed two opponents before they even released their spiritual beasts.”
“And Huang Tian—the space manipulator. Who dares fight someone who can twist the battlefield itself? He doesn’t fight with fists, he fights with laws!”
“The last one, Gao Ming with his staff arts, he can command ten spells at once while fighting head-on… how could anyone stand against that?”
In every corner of the city, voices joined in the same chorus—praise, speculation, and awe for these five. They were the shining gems of the younger generation, the guaranteed finalists, the “true contenders” for the position of Golden Heir.
And not a single tongue mentioned Kent.
“Bah! That beast-tamer only won because of tricks. Do you think he can duel face-to-face? He will be crushed in one breath when his pets are restricted,” an old gambler scoffed, his mouth stained with wine.
“That’s right, he only sat lazily on a throne while others fought their blood out. Next round, with one-on-one duels, he’s finished.”
The voices of the people gathered into one consensus: Kent was already a corpse waiting to be buried.
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Meanwhile, inside the Golden Rat Gambling House, Fatty Ben sat silently in his chamber, surrounded by mountains of glittering mana crystals. The lamps cast golden hues on the piles, making the entire room look like a treasury of the heavens.
But Fatty wasn’t smiling. His usual laughter, his plump hands rubbing coins, his smug proclamations—all were gone. He looked pale.
Kent had already instructed him in a flat, casual tone:
“No more strange odds. From now on, make it simple. One to one. No banners, no promotions. Just let them bet.”
Fatty had almost fallen backward when he heard that. “Brother Kent! If we don’t tempt them with impossible odds, how will we lure them? How will we make mountains?”
But Kent only smiled, sipping his wine as though the world outside was dust and smoke. “They will come on their own. Their greed will do the work. Let them bet.”
And so, obediently, Fatty changed the house rules. No more boasting shouts in the markets. No more theatrical promises of tripling wealth. No glowing billboards projecting Kent’s odds into the night sky.
The gambling house suddenly fell silent in the public eye, like a beast retreating into its cave.
But strangely—dangerously—the silence became a spark.
The gamblers, nobles, and sect representatives saw this move as weakness. They thought the Golden Rat had folded its paws, already expecting Kent’s downfall.
“Look! They’re not even trying to tempt us this time. It means that sly Kent knows he’s doomed.”
“Then this is the chance! Bet against him—there’s no risk!”
One by one, like moths to a flame, they walked into the Golden Rat Gambling House. With wild grins and glittering eyes, they slammed their crystal cards onto the counters.
“This much! Against Kent!”
“Put my family estate down. I’ll rebuild it when Shui Lan wins.”
“Here, take the dowry fund of my second daughter. That beast-master is finished!”
Fatty Ben sat behind his desk, his heart trembling like jelly in a storm. His clerks recorded bets frantically, the scales of crystal counting machines glowing nonstop.
But the real blow came when Red Face himself swaggered in.
The head of the Gambler Association wore his signature crimson robe, his cheeks puffed with arrogance as if the world owed him a bow. He clapped his hands, and behind him, servants wheeled in chest after chest of mana crystals.
Fatty’s eyes nearly popped out. “T-This… how much is that…?”
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Tq:-)