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.

hesitated while they scoped out the scene, while others kept

the match is about to start. Who

the man in gray,

each match was a big gamble—losing hurt, but

about Number 33, so I'll bet on

swept over each battle ring. He finally settled

armed with a long whip. He was slender and looked rather ordinary, with

seemed unique was the long whip in

"Number 33?"

glanced over, and their expressions

his strength

betting everything on an unknown martial artist seemed like a

Can you give

gray retorted, "What? You don't trust