An Understated Dominance by Marina Vittori

After the third round of matches wrapped up, the fourth round began.

At that moment, Abigail was surrounded by an ever-growing crowd. Even the martial artists watching from afar couldn't resist joining in.

Some came for the thrill, while others couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

With many martial artists raking in the celestial stones, word spread like wildfire. Soon, a steady stream of new faces was eager to participate in the betting pool.

Abigail's first box of celestial stones had been completely doled out as winnings. This prompted her to bring out her second and third boxes.

The nearby martial artists couldn't hide their excitement as they gazed upon the boxes full of celestial stones.

Human desires knew no bounds; even those who had already accumulated a decent haul of celestial stones craved more.

These treasures that offered a direct path to enhancing their cultivation were simply irresistible.

"Sir, have you figured out who to bet on yet? Who's your pick this round?"

the contestants stepped into the battle rings, all eyes in the gambling crowd fixated

complete faith in him after witnessing his predictions in the last two rounds. He was practically their

a bet, they

in gray scanned each battle ring and honed in

"Number 95?"

number 95, a skinny guy hobbling with an iron crutch. At five feet two inches, he didn't

in gray affirmed. He tossed all his celestial

help

betting on Number 95, I'm

"Me too!"

What're you waiting

no time in following his lead

all, opportunities like these were one-time deals. And in this game, hesitation was a surefire way to

on contestant number 95.

more cautious types who held off on betting and chose to play it