An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

At that moment, Abigail's voice rang out.

After the second round of betting, many martial artists were drawn over.

Initially, there were bystanders just there to watch. But as they got caught up in the excitement, they found it intriguing. Eventually, they decided to jump in and participate.

As more and more of them racked up celestial stones, those who hadn't joined in yet were getting envious.

After all, chances to snag celestial stones were rare. So, when the opportunity finally presented itself, they couldn't resist.

As a result, the betting pool attracted an increasing number of gamblers.

Abigail kept accumulating rare treasures, even as the celestial stones in her box decreased. Regardless, she remained content and unfazed as long as people were willing to bet.

"The contestants are in the battle ring, and the third round is about to begin. Hurry up and get those bets in before it's too late!" Abigail continued to shout.

Nearly half of the crowd relied on their gut instincts and judgments to avoid missing out. They placed bets on the players they believed had a high chance of winning.

while they scoped out the scene, while others kept their eyes peeled on the

is about to start. Who should

crowd surrounded the man in gray, and their faces were

match was a big gamble—losing hurt, but winning was a

am very optimistic about Number 33,

swept over each battle ring. He finally settled

was a man dressed in white and armed with a long

thing that seemed unique was the long whip in his

"Number 33?"

and their

They wondered about his strength and the techniques he possessed.

everything on an unknown martial artist seemed like a risky

33? Can you give us some insight?"

in gray retorted, "What? You don't trust my