1444 Betting Odds of One to Ten

"S-Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian a-accepted the death duel invitation that Senior Brother Feng Fan issued him? I-I didn't see wrongly right?"

"No, you didn't! I saw it as well! He really accepted the death duel invitation!"

"Is he just really confident or is he seeking death?"

"It's hard to say… B-But, he doesn't seem like someone who would seek death."

"Perhaps, he doesn't know about Senior Brother Feng Fan's background."

…

The group of the outer court disciples in the distance broke into an uproar when they saw Duan Ling Tian placing his fingerprint on the death duel invitation. Hints of disbelief and shock could be seen in their eyes.

It was apparent this was out of their expectations.

When Duan Ling Tian strode away and disappeared before the group of outer court disciples' eyes, they finally snapped back to reality.

The matter of Duan Ling Tian accepting the death duel invitation issued by Feng Fan took the entire outer court of the Moon Illumination Sect by surprise like a typhoon.

Regardless if it was the outer court elders or disciples, all of them broke into an uproar.

This result was out of their expectations.

"He accepted my death duel invitation?" When Feng Fan received the news, he was momentarily stunned. It did not cross his mind that Duan Ling Tian would accept the death duel invitation.

"Hurmph! Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish." Feng Fan snorted.

"Three days later, let's fight to the end in the training field!" Feng Fan said. Half an hour did not even pass when his words spread to the entire outer court.

"I'm happy to keep you company." Duan Ling Tian's response to his words was simple.

Duan Ling Tian responded to Feng Fan and went to the Saint Stones distribution area in the outer court to receive his Saint Stones. He had received two months worth of Saint Stones ever since he had entered the Moon Illumination Sect.

The Saint Stones received by the outer court disciples of Moon Illumination Sect could be accumulated. It was different from the Latent Dragon Camp in the City Governor's Estate of Mound Hill City.

"The 100 outer court disciples staying in the independent courtyard receive 100 seventh-grade Saint Stones and 1,000 eighth-grade Saint Stones every month. This is equivalent to 2,000 eighth-grade Saint Stones." Duan Ling Tian had received 200 seventh-grade Saint Stones and 2,000 eighth-grade Saint Stones.

Currently, apart from the fifth-grade and fourth-grade Saint Stones Xue Nai had given him previously, he possessed a total of 12,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones and 10,000 eighth-grade Saint Stones.

The 10,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones were given to him by Fang Hui, the City Governor of Mound Hill City and also his teacher.

As for the eighth-grade Saint Stones, he had obtained them when he was in the Latent Dragon Camp.

Now that he became Fang Hui's disciple, he could return to the Latent Dragon Camp to receive his monthly eighth-grade Saint Stones… Naturally, the eighth-grade Saint Stones that he would receive would not be this little.

The remaining eighth-grade Saint Stones had been given to the little girl Sze Sze when he was still in Mound Hill City. He had told her to inform Hong Yu, whom he had acknowledged as a brother, about this matter in the future.

The reason he had done this was due to Hong Yu's stubbornness. After he had taken the Saint Stones once, he was unwilling to accept them anymore after that.

'The death duel will take place three days from now… I wonder if anyone will start a betting game in the outer court during these three days,' Duan Ling Tian thought to himself.

Soon after, Duan Ling Tian realized there was indeed someone who had started a betting game. Moreover, the person who started the betting game was not an outer court disciple but an outer court deacon. The outer court deacon's name was Deng Wei!

Duan Ling Tian was stunned the moment he saw Deng Wei.

He recognized this outer court deacon. He was none other than one of the two outer court deacons who had followed behind the outer court's Elder Dong Chong during the Moon Illumination Sect's entrance exam two months ago.

The betting game that Deng Wei started was ridiculous.

Those who wagered Duan Ling Tian would emerge as the winner were given a one to five betting odd while those who wagered Feng Fan would win were given a 100 to one betting odd.

In other words, if those who wagered Duan Ling Tian would win bet one seventh-grade Saint Stone, they would win five seventh-grade Saint Stones if he won. On the other hand, if those who wagered Feng Fan would win bet 100 seventh-grade Saint Stones, they would only win one seventh-grade Saint Stone if he won.

"Isn't the betting odds a little ridiculous? We won't earn much if we bet on Senior Brother Feng Fan!"

"This is normal. Who is Senior Brother Feng Fan? He's a powerhouse in the Earth Ranking! In my opinion, Senior Brother Feng Fan is guaranteed to win the death duel. Due to this reason, I'm going to bet 300 seventh-grade Saint Stones that Senior Brother Feng Fan will win."

"I also bet 500 seventh-grade Saint Stones on Senior Brother Feng Fan… Don't look down on the small number of Saint Stones. As long as Senior Brother Feng Fan wins, I'll be able to obtain an extra five seventh-grade Saint Stones on top of my capital."

"There's no suspense at all in this battle. I also bet Senior Brother Feng Fan will win."

…

The group of outer court disciples went to place their bets with Deng Wei. All of them bet that Feng Fan would win. Although the betting odd was 100 to one, it was just as the outer court disciple had said, "Don't look down on the small number of Saint Stones."

Deng Wei remained unmoved initially when he saw how everyone in the outer court had bet Feng Fan would win. However, his face began to turn grave as time continued to pass.

Similar to the outer court disciples, he was certain Feng Fan would win the duel that was set to happen in three days time.

Initially, he had thought that by setting the betting odds to one to five for Duan Ling Tian, many outer court disciples would take a risk and try their luck… However, he did not expect that nobody would bet on Duan Ling Tian at all.

"Why don't you guys bet on Duan Ling Tian? The betting odds for Duan Ling Tian are one to five, you know!" Deng Wei told the group of outer court disciples in front of him, trying to bait them into betting on Duan Ling Tian.

"Tsk! Won't it be like us handing over our money to you freely if we bet on Duan Ling Tian?"

"One to five… There's no suspense in this death duel, the temptation is too small."

"I bet 1,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones that Senior Brother Feng Fan will win."

"I also bet 800 seventh-grade Saint Stones that Senior Brother Feng Fan will win."

…

No matter how Deng Wei tried to tempt them, the group of outer court disciples seemed to have made up their minds to bet on Feng Fan. None of them even considered betting on Duan Ling Tian.

"Nobody has faith in me at all?" Standing from afar, Duan Ling Tian went unnoticed by the others. He chuckled and mocked, "It seems like all of them think I'll die."

At the same time, the voice of the outer court deacon, Deng Wei, entered Duan Ling Tian's ears. "Due to the reason that there are just too many people betting on Feng Fan, the betting odds for Feng Fan will change to 200 to one now."

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Deng Wei who was acting as the banker.

Although the previous betting odds for Feng Fan were only 100 to one, almost everyone had bet that he would win. If this continued on, he would definitely lose money. Due to this reason, he quickly changed the betting odds.

"Deacon Deng, don't you think you're a little unfair? Previously, those who bet on Senior Brother Feng Fan were given the betting odds of 100 to one, but now, we're given a betting odds of 200 to one?"

"That's right! Deacon Deng, you're being unfair!"

…

Many people were furious that Deng Wei had suddenly changed the betting odds at the last minute. Only a short time had passed, but the betting odds for Feng Fan had been increased to 200 to one.

Was this not similar to a deception?

"Silence!" Deng Wei did not expect just one sentence from him would cause the scene to go out of control. "I've yet to finish my sentence. Yes, the betting odd has changed. However, this doesn't only apply to Feng Fan. The betting odds for Duan Ling Tian will be changed as well. All of you were present earlier when the others placed their bets on Feng Fan winning… You're all going to place your bets on Feng Fan as well… Did you think that I, Deng Wei, started this betting game just to lose and not earn any money? Why would I go to all these troubles for then?"

After Deng Wei explained himself, the outer court disciples on the scene nodded their heads. They found Deng Wei's explanation reasonable.

"Then, what are the betting odds for Duan Ling Tian now?" Many outer court disciples asked.

"The betting odds for Duan Ling Tian now is one to ten!" Deng Wei said through clenched teeth. Since he did not think Duan Ling Tian would win, it did not matter to him even if he set such a high betting odd. Moreover, he believed more people would take the risk now that the betting odds were so high.

Soon after, Deng Wei chuckled.

Just as he had expected, those who placed their bets later no longer bet on Feng Fan alone. Some of them had begun to place their bets on Duan Ling Tian… Although not many people bet on Duan Ling Tian, the number of Saint Stones that these people bet was enough for him to turn his deficit into a profit now.

"One to ten?" Even Duan Ling Tian could not help but feel tempted when he heard his own high betting odds. In just a few strides, he walked over.

"Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian?"

"Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian is here! Is he here to place a bet as well?"

"That must be it!"

…

Many outer court disciples noticed Duan Ling Tian and opened up a path for him in unison.

"If I were him, I would take a leap of faith and gamble everything I have… After all, I'll either die or survive! What's the point of having assets if I die. However, I'll be able to reap a great reward if I live," an outer court disciple whispered.

"You're right. I'm indeed here to take a leap of faith," Duan Ling Tian said nonchalantly as he looked at the outer court disciple who made that comment, causing the latter to turn pale.

"Deacon Deng, I'll bet 10,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones on myself!" Duan Ling Tian announced when he arrived before Deng Wei.

10,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones!

Deng Wei had originally turned glum due to Duan Ling Tian's appearance. However, when he heard his words, the glumness on his face instantly vanished and was replaced with a smile instead.

During the sect's entrance exam two months ago, Duan Ling Tian had caused the failure of his nephew, Deng Yu, to enter the sect. Due to this reason, he could not wait to tear Duan Ling Tian apart. It was also because of this that his expression had turned ugly when Duan Ling Tian appeared.

However, since Duan Ling Tian was here to give him 10,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones, he was delighted and bursting with joy.

Duan Ling Tian would be killed by Feng Fan in three days' time. At that time, it could be said that Feng Fan had indirectly helped him to avenge his nephew, Deng Yu. Moreover, he would be able to obtain 10,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones. Deng Wei was beside himself with joy.

"Duan Ling Tian, it seems like you're really confident about yourself." After taking Duan Ling Tian's 10,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones, Deng Wei issued a written pledge and placed his fingerprint on it. "If you win three days later, just bring this written pledge to me in exchange for 110,000 seventh-grade Saint Stones."