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.

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

match is about to start. Who should we

in gray, and their faces were filled with

each match was a big gamble—losing hurt, but

Number 33, so I'll bet

He finally settled on contestant number 33 in the second battle

dressed in white and armed with a long whip. He was slender and looked rather

the only thing that seemed unique was the

"Number 33?"

their expressions reflected a

33 was a mystery to them. They wondered about his strength and the techniques he possessed. Unfortunately, they had

martial

Number 33? Can you

in gray retorted, "What? You don't