Chen Jiuyang's odds immediately shifted to five to one.
Many people placed their bets on Chen Jiuyang to win.
Chen Jiuyang's expression was blank, and he felt a bit displeased.
If it weren't for the people below boasting about how powerful Ban Yutang was, he wouldn't have defeated Ban Yutang so quickly. He could have at least exchanged over a hundred moves, put on a show of being unable to resist, and then relied on luck and unorthodox methods to defeat Ban Yutang.
This way, his odds could have remained at one to one, allowing him to earn more.
As someone had said earlier, because he wasn't famous, this place was a mix of good and bad, allowing Chen Jiuyang to blend in and make a fortune in cultivation resources.
Earning two hundred million for a single match, where else could he find such a good deal?
If he fought dozens of matches, he might even gather enough medicinal resources to break through to the Earth Realm.
He walked up to the betting counter: "Add to my bet, four hundred million."
The young woman at the betting counter said, "Alright, Mr. Chen. Your initial stake was two hundred million, plus the two hundred million you just won, have already been added to your bet."
Chen Jiuyang nodded and returned to the edge of the arena to wait.
There were a total of thirty-two outer sect Xuan Realm arenas, and the competition was conducted through a seat-grabbing method. If you won, you would continue to compete on that arena until you advanced to the position of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits.
As soon as Chen Jiuyang sat down, a plump man approached him with a bright smile: "Brother, I'd like to discuss something with you."
"What is it?" Chen Jiuyang looked at the plump man with slight caution.
The plump man first introduced himself: "My name is Duan Shengde, from the Duan family of the Northern Sea. Brother, your strength is immense, and I want to make a profit from you."
"And you can make a profit too."
"Oh?" Chen Jiuyang's eyes lit up: "What do you mean? My current odds are five to one, so there's not much money to be made on me."
"Heh heh." Duan Shengde chuckled: "I know you are very strong, brother, and the odds are quite low. I am also on this arena. On the arena, besides winning and losing, there is also a draw."
"A draw will not count as a loss, and you can still participate in the outer sect competition."
"If I meet you on the arena later, we can fight to a draw. If I'm not mistaken, you've bet on yourself to win, right?"
Chen Jiuyang nodded.
Duan Shengde continued: "With your current odds of five to one, many people have bet on you to win, totaling over three billion. If I bet on a draw, I'll make thirty billion from this."
Chen Jiuyang: "Then what do I profit?"
Duan Shengde chuckled: "Brother, I wouldn't cheat you in this deal. I'll transfer twenty billion to you right now. I'll make money from the bets, and you'll also make over a billion, and it will also increase your odds, killing two birds with one stone."
Chen Jiuyang's eyes lit up: "You're quite talented. This can be done, but we need to sign a contract to prevent either party from reneging." m..oΓg
"Naturally." Duan Shengde quietly took out a contract from his embrace and handed it to Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang took it and examined it carefully. Finding no peculiarities, he slowly nodded: "Alright, this can be done."
This Duan Shengde was indeed a talented individual. Others were studying Chen Jiuyang's information before betting on him to win, while this plump man took this time to prepare the contract.
After both parties signed, the contract was officially established, and Duan Shengde generously transferred twenty billion to Chen Jiuyang's account.
This meant Chen Jiuyang had a net profit of sixteen billion. A net profit of sixteen billion for one match, and once his odds decreased, if he bet all twenty billion on himself to win, he would make a huge profit.
Chen Jiuyang's eyes gleamed with excitement. The Saintess Consort Selection Tournament had just begun, and Chen Jiuyang had already tasted the benefits. No wonder so many people participated in the competition.
Even if he couldn't win the position of Saintess Consort, he could still earn a large amount of cultivation resources through betting.
After waiting for two more matches, about half an hour later.
It was Chen Jiuyang's turn to compete against Duan Shengde.
The old man holding the tablet announced, "Number 837 versus Number 1241."
The two jumped onto the stage, and the crowd below began to analyze.
"Duan Shengde has one win, Chen Jiuyang has one win. The two seem to be evenly matched."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Chen Jiuyang is the young master of the Shu Mountain Chen family. At twenty-three, he's already at the peak of the Xuan Realm and the champion of the Feng Province Martial Rankings. He's a peerless genius! Duan Shengde has no right to contend with him."
"But the odds are five to one, so there's not much to gain."
"Idiot, why wouldn't you do something that guarantees a profit? If you think the profit is too small, just bet more, and you'll earn even more."
"This fellow Daoist speaks wisely. I'll go add to my bet now!"
The videos of the Feng Province Martial Rankings competition were public and not hidden.
As the two stepped onto the stage, the old man holding the tablet expressionlessly verified their information.
"Begin!"
As the old man's voice fell, the crowd below roared with flushed faces:
"Chen Jiuyang, kill this son of a bitch with one strike!"
"Yes, chop him down!"
"Chen Jiuyang, I've bet all my fortune on you. Give it your all and kill this bastard!"
Most of the people below the arena had bet on Chen Jiuyang to win, and Duan Shengde's odds were five to one.
Facing Duan Shengde, Chen Jiuyang said coldly, "You heard them, brother. It seems I have to send you on your way."
As Chen Jiuyang's voice fell, a silver needle shot out.
Duan Shengde, however, felt suspicious. Chen Jiuyang had signed a contract with him; would he really try to kill him?
With a solemn expression, he raised his saber and blocked Chen Jiuyang's silver needle, producing a 'clang' sound. He then rejoiced inwardly.
It seemed Chen Jiuyang was indeed following the contract. This silver needle, though incredibly fast, carried no True Qi, being purely propelled by his physical body. Outsiders couldn't see any flaws.
However, Duan Shengde couldn't reveal the truth. After being hit by Chen Jiuyang's silver needle, his body trembled, and he took a step back.
He then grabbed his saber and slashed fiercely at Chen Jiuyang: "Let me send you on your way instead."
Thus, the two engaged in close-quarters combat, their fists and weapons landing with heavy blows. Though their attacks appeared fierce, they didn't harm each other at all.
As time passed, Chen Jiuyang's silver needles and Pure Yang True Qi were unable to overcome Duan Shengde.
Duan Shengde's fierce saber strikes also precisely broke through Chen Jiuyang's protective aura.
The two were evenly matched, fighting for over half an hour without a clear winner, causing anxiety among the spectators.
"No way, this fat bastard is so strong that he can fight Chen Jiuyang head-on."
"Damn it, could Chen Jiuyang lose to Duan Shengde?"
"Chen Jiuyang is a peerless genius who comprehended a divine intent technique in the Xuan Realm. Why isn't he finishing this son of a bitch?"
"You're an idiot. Chen Jiuyang has tried to use it, but although he's a peerless genius, the nascent form of the divine intent technique requires a long preparation time, and Duan Shengde interrupts him every time."
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Chen Jiuyang and Duan Shengde both collapsed on the ground, unable to move, appearing exhausted and unconscious.
After waiting for a moment, the old man holding the tablet expressionlessly announced, "This match is a draw."