The Unparalleled Sword Emperor Chapter 2691 - 2666: Shocking Wager!

Since the announcement of the duel between the Sword Demon and the Beast, Madam Yang has found no respite in recent days.

Positioned within the prestigious Yellow Character Number One Pavilion of the Fighting Arena, Madam Yang observed the gradual descent of the bright moon over the arena. Dawn was mere moments away!

And today, the grand confrontation between the Sword Demon and the Beast was set to occur!

A cold query escaped Madam Yang’s lips, "What are the current odds?"

A well-dressed young man responded with haste, "News just arrived from the underground casino; the odds have surged to one to eleven!"

Madam Yang stated, "With the martial arts competition on the verge of commencement and betting nearing its close, these should be the final odds!"

"Nevertheless, these odds are truly astonishing!"

A chuckle rippled from Madam Yang.

The four attendants nodded in agreement, "Indeed! The Beast has long been a recognized champion in the Fighting Arena, whereas the Sword Demon is but a newcomer!"

"Furthermore, the Sword Demon's cultivation is only at the Seventh Layer of the Death Reversal Realm. Other cultivators perceive the Sword Demon as lacking the strength to challenge the Beast, leading them to overwhelmingly wager on the Beast!"

Madam Yang inclined her head slightly and inquired, "Did we participate in the betting?"

The attendant replied, "Last night, when the odds were one to ten, we placed a bet. We wagered a million merits on Jian Kong emerging victorious!"

Madam Yang declared, "It's not enough; I intend to increase the wager!"

The four young men exchanged startled glances, inquiring, "Madam, how much more do you wish to bet?"

Madam Yang's chuckle returned, "Add another million merits!"

The four attendants exchanged glances, hesitantly voicing their concern, "Madam, we have already committed one million merits, and secured an additional external bet of five million merits with the Qian Family!"

"If we add more now, won't our total stake approach seven million merits on this single duel?"

Madam Yang’s chuckle resounded, "Had you not reminded me, I might have forgotten; we also have an external bet of five million merits with the Qian Family!"

"Comply with my instructions and, before betting ceases, add another million merits!"

Despite a subtle displeasure amongst the four attendants, they dutifully followed Madam Yang’s command.

Just as the betting window was about to close, they added the additional million!

Mid-conversation, Madam Yang produced a Sound Transmission Token from her Storage Bag, a smile gracing her lips as she addressed it, "Qian Youcai, eager to raise the stakes?"

A middle-aged man's laughter echoed from the other end of the Sound Transmission Token, "Hahaha, Madam Yang, the entire Black Water City populace believes the Sword Demon is destined to fall, and yet you wish to increase your wager with me?"

"If Madam Yang insists on bestowing merits upon me, I shall graciously accept. What sum do you propose to add?"

Madam Yang responded with measured calm, "Our initial external bet stood at five million merits; I now wish to escalate it from five million to seven million merits!"

Qian Youcai, on the other end of the Sound Transmission Token, expressed astonishment, "From five million to seven million? Madam Yang, do you possess such abundant merits? What if you lose and find yourself unable to pay?"

Madam Yang replied, "Should my merits prove insufficient, I still have the Zhao Family. If the Zhao Family lacks the means, my own person remains... is that not adequate?"

Upon hearing this, the mental image of Madam Yang’s person caused Qian Youcai to salivate. He chuckled heartily, "Hahaha, very well, very well! As Madam Yang desires, the increase to seven million it is!"

Madam Yang retrieved the Sound Transmission Token and, settling back into the Yellow Character Number One Pavilion, gazed upon the Fighting Arena with a captivating smile, experiencing a resurgence of long-forgotten excitement and fervor.

"Should we achieve victory in this contest!"

"An external bet of seven million merits, coupled with a two-million-merit casino wager!"

"My winnings from this match alone could approach thirty million merits!"

Madam Yang declared with a subtle smile.

As dawn broke, cultivators began to slowly fill the Fighting Arena.

Ban Ye was among the arriving crowd.

Ban Ye, alongside Fatty, took their seats in the Spectator Area. Fatty, with evident indignation, grumbled, "Hmph, I refuse to believe any soul under the heavens possesses the capability to defeat the Sword Demon!"

Observing Fatty's agitated state, Ban Ye inquired with curiosity, "Have you placed another bet? Did you not mention previously that you had already staked all your possessions on Luo Sha? How do you still possess merits?"

Fatty responded cautiously, "Ban Ye, you mustn't tell a soul; this is my hidden stash, accumulated over decades! You understand your sister-in-law's nature; she wouldn't permit me to possess such a thing..."

"Keep it a secret! Keep it a secret!"

Fatty exclaimed with a roguish grin.

Ban Ye, on the verge of tears, pressed, "Did you wager on this fight?"

Fatty eagerly proclaimed, "One thousand merits, all wagered on the Beast!"

"The Beast is guaranteed to triumph! The Beast shall prevail!"

Fatty cheered with unrestrained enthusiasm.

Ban Ye offered a rueful smile and gave a slight shake of his head.

As a multitude of warriors streamed into the Fighting Arena and found their seats, Lin Bai, concealed by the Sword Demon Mask, made his way towards the Yellow Character Number One Pavilion.

Upon noting Lin Bai's arrival, Madam Yang promptly declared, "The casino has concluded its betting. The final odds stand at eleven to one; I've placed two million merits on you!"

"Furthermore, we've engaged in an external wager of five million merits with the Qian Family!"

"As long as you secure victory in this bout, I stand to gain nearly thirty million merits, and I shall then bestow upon you the second part of the Darkwater Divine Thunder Technique without delay!"

Madam Yang conveyed this earnestly, her gaze fixed upon Lin Bai.

Lin Bai, shielded by his mask, observed Madam Yang in silence.

A sense of bewilderment crossed Madam Yang's features as she inquired, "What are you staring at? What, do you lack faith?"

Lin Bai let out a soft chuckle, responding, "Not at all, I was merely contemplating... that when you adopt a serious demeanor, you possess a charm rivaling that of a vixen!"

"Very well, have no concern, I shall emerge victorious!"

"Simply ensure the Darkwater Divine Thunder Technique is ready."

Retrieving the Treasure Box housing the Darkwater Divine Thunder Technique from her Storage Bag, Madam Yang stated with a measured tone, "While the three segments of the Black Water Divine Thunder Art necessitate three hundred thousand merits, a sum that might appear astronomical to you, it holds no true value in the possession of the Eight Great Clans!"

"The Black Water Divine Thunder Art has been procured by me; your triumph is paramount!"

"Today's martial arts competition features but a single, definitive match – the confrontation between you and the Beast."

"Exercise extreme caution, for the Beast is notoriously ruthless, boasting ninety-nine victories within the Fighting Arena. It is said that he has dismembered nearly every opponent he has faced!"

Madam Yang imparted this warning with significant implication, her eyes fixed on Lin Bai.

Lin Bai acknowledged this with a slight nod.

Concurrently, Referee Ning Zheng materialized within the Fighting Arena, his presence serving to invigorate the assembled spectators.

Ning Zheng proceeded to enumerate the respective records of both the Sword Demon and the Beast.

A mere handful of gasps were elicited upon the mention of the Sword Demon.

However, when the Beast's name was announced, the entire arena erupted in a frenzy of cheers, as the Beast was clearly revered as a veritable god of war within the confines of the Fighting Arena!

"Now, let us accord a grand welcome to the Sword Demon and the Beast as they enter the arena!"

Ning Zheng's voice boomed with enthusiastic fervor.

The stone gates, serving as passageways, on opposing sides of the Fighting Arena swung open, revealing two distinct figures emerging from the shadows.

One, clad in entirely black attire, a flowing black robe, and a stark black mask, advanced with measured steps, a subtle yet palpable aura of killing intent radiating from his person.

The other figure exuded an untamed, primal aura; each stride he took seemed to reverberate through the very earth and mountains, projecting an overwhelming dominance in every direction!