“Dr. Rhys, don’t worry. Even if Number 12 loses, no one’s going to blame you,” Alicia said with a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, we’re just here for the fun of it. Winning or losing doesn’t really matter, “Aurora chimed in.

“That’s a relief.” Dustin nodded.

Gambling could remain harmless if one didn’t become too engrossed in it. However, once addicted, it was easy to lose one’s rationality. Therefore, it was wise to clarify matters beforehand to prevent unnecessary complications.

“Fenley, do you want to join us?” Alicia suddenly turned to Fenley beside her.

“No thanks. You guys go ahead. I’m not into it.” Fenley smiled and shook his head. He was passionate about martial arts. Aside from training and fighting, nothing else piqued his interest.

“What about you, Dr. Rhys?” Alicia asked Dustin.

“I’ll just watch the match,” he declined politely. He knew that Abigail’s role as the dealer could manipulate the outcome. Plus, those who placed their bets would eventually lose everything.

“Come on, place your bets. The match is about to start,” Abigail shouted as she urged more gamblers to place their bets.

When the referee in the battle ring announced the start of the match, the betting was officially closed.

“Go, Miles! You have to win and make our guild proud!” Ruby’s voice echoed through the crowd. She cheered on Miles as he fought on the second battle ring.

and Dalen sat nearby. Their expressions were calm as they

something, swiftly turned to Dustin and greeted him with a nod and a

confidently in the center of the battle ring. His expression was serious as he gripped his sword with determination. He exuded an impressive

feet three inches tall and with a big, muscular build, he brandished two

shape, looked

spare any nameless spirits under my axes.” Atlas

Miles Young from Sword Union,”

raised an eyebrow, and his fighting

tough martial artists capable of taking on 100 opponents. I wonder

of their disciples so soon. If he

yourself?” Miles slowly raised his sword and

Atlas sneered. Then, he charged forward

shoulders with tremendous force. Given Atlas’ strength, even a

couldn’t take the attack head- on. So, he twisted

onto the battle ring, which sent the sparks flying in all directions. The once-solid surface of the

wasted no time after his initial strike missed. He swiftly transitioned

15 feet before slashing upwards at an angle. Miles was caught off guard with his

pupils constricted as he quickly raised his sword to

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