CLEAVER OF SIN Chapter 792: Betting Life Savings [GT Ranking Bonus - ]

The Wargrave Luxury Viewing Box was now drenched in silence as they stared at Asher’s live feed. None of them could speak at this moment. Yes, all of them here could erase the Monsters Asher had faced with ease, but seeing Asher reduce Mark-class Monsters as though they were nothing was shocking.

After all, how many of them here could contend with a Mark-class Monster after just two years of awakening? And that wasn’t even the mind-numbing part; it was that he had done it without Astra energy or his Lightning element.

After all, one had to know that from Rank 5 onward in any power system within Crymora, beings of that scale were different existences, and only geniuses of lower ranks could match them. Yet now Asher was doing exactly such a thing with chilling ease.

"It seems I should have placed a bet on that youngest," Wuthenya couldn’t help but comment as she stared at Asher.

Nobody cared about his brutal methods; what they cared about was something entirely different. If he could unleash such brutality without Astra Energy and Lightning, then what was he capable of when he was at full power?

Grave-class Monsters? Rank 6 Emovirae? Or perhaps even Rank 7 beings... but as that last thought crossed their minds, they immediately dismissed it.

Any Rank 7 existence across all power systems operated on a completely different scale. They didn’t dare believe Asher could match such power in just two years. Him already having the potential power to match a Rank 6 Monster or Emovirae at the moment was enough to leave them stunned.

But unlike them, Malrik, Azaron, Baron Whale, Baron Canestane, and Baron Rivelle wore wide grins on their faces. When they stared at Asher, all they saw was money and even more money.

They were about to cripple and traumatize this betting organization for the next twenty decades.

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Millions of kilometres away from the Thalvorn Empire, within the Zarethorne Empire, a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties could be seen sitting inside his house as he stared at the heads-up display before him.

His name was John. He was the caravan leader who had helped Asher get to Blackstone Village when Asher had taken his first upper-level Star Academy mission. Of course, John was familiar with Asher. He had seen the boy a few months back, and he possessed a handsome face that wasn’t exactly easy to forget for either men or women.

The sight of Asher flying into the air had left him in shock back then, and because of that, he had been able to guess that Asher was quite strong.

When the livestream began, he immediately scrolled through every heads-up display searching for Asher, which was easy to do as every display possessed the name of the student at the top. When his eyes landed on the name Wargrave following Asher’s name, John nearly died of a heart attack on the spot.

He couldn’t believe he had spoken to a Wargrave at the time. Then everything started to make sense to him. After all, the name Asher Wargrave was infamous throughout the Zarethorne Empire for being the untalented Wargrave.

Since then, he had focused his attention on both Thalric Wargrave, whom he had bet a few gold coins on to win the competition, and Asher. Seeing the ease with which Asher dispatched the Monsters labelled as Mark-class left him stunned.

John stared at the hundred gold coins he had left. He had savings of five hundred gold coins, of which he had staked four hundred on Thalric while keeping the rest. After all, he couldn’t place everything he had on bets.

He stared at the odds of Asher winning the competition. They were rapidly dropping. After Asher had reduced five Mark-class Monsters with brutal efficiency while being handicapped, the betting organization immediately moved, reducing Asher’s winning odds from 15.99 odds to 7.09 odds.

After a bit of internal struggle, John placed ninety gold coins on Asher to win, choosing to take the risk. If he lost it all, it would take him years to save such an amount again.

And since Asher could hold first place on the rankings, he chose to believe in him.

As for the remaining ten gold coins, he planned to use them on live bets, and at this moment, Asher was about to face what was labelled as a Grave-class Lizardfolk. John would never dare even glance at such a beast. But the heads-up display showed Asher’s odds of winning as ten odds, which told everyone that Asher had almost no hope of winning since the odds were so high, which was understandable.

But a few people liked taking risks, or rather, they were too greedy. Who wouldn’t want to make ten times their money? And the betting organization was counting on this. After all, this was one of the ways they made money; by giving huge odds to hopeless situations and hoping greedy people would bite and lose everything.

John immediately placed the remaining ten gold coins on Asher’s live battle.

And with that, he sat on the edge of his seat. His life savings, three decades’ worth of hard work, were on the line now.

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Back at the Thalvorn Empire, within the Coliseum, Thomasinho and AlyxAtlas were tasked with reviewing every major battle and always giving attention to the most interesting and significant ones.

And at this moment, Asher was that significant one. His face lit up a massive projection as Thomasinho and AlyxAtlas commented with fervour.

"DID YOU ALL FUCKING SEE THAT???" Thomasinho roared into his mic. "He, Asher Wargrave, the one known as the Dim Sun, who was once thought of as a disgrace, now stands at first rank amongst the qualifiers!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Those who were already watching Asher’s live feed immediately roared at the top of their lungs.

"ASHER!!!! ASHER!!!! ASHER!!!"

"TENTH SUN!!! TENTH SUN!!!"

AlyxAtlas grinned as she spoke. "The trash turned genius is about to face a Grave-class Lizardfolk," she began, actually daring to call a Wargrave trash. "WOULD HE SURVIVE? WOULD HE FALL FROM GRACE? WOULD HE RUN? WOULD HE TREMBLE IN FEAR?" she shouted into her mic as she pointed at the screen.

"HE SHALL NOT!!!"

"HE SHALL CRUMBLE!!!"

"WARGRAVE!!!"

"TENTH SUN!!!"

"UNDERDOG!!!"

Clearly, public opinion was divided as everyone screamed at the top of their lungs. But it didn’t stop them from placing their bets. The odds of the Grave-class Monster winning stood at 1.7 odds.

But this time around, quite a few people actually bet on Asher for two reasons. He now possessed enough points to unlock his Astra energy, and with it, his chances of winning had skyrocketed. Secondly, ten odds was no different from the betting organization begging them to rob it.

"IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK!" Thomasinho spoke as he gazed at the screen. "WE SHALL ALL SEE WITH OUR OWN EYES!"

And with that, over one hundred billion people across the world of Crymora turned their gaze towards Asher, many abandoning whoever they had been watching before. After all, a Grave-class Monster was no different from a level 100 boss in a competition like this.

The atmosphere within the Coliseum reached a fever pitch as countless spectators held their breaths in anticipation. Some watched with excitement, others with anxiety, and many simply wanted to see whether the so-called Tenth Sun could continue defying expectations. Regardless of their opinions, every eye remained fixed upon the same screen, waiting for the battle that was about to unfold.