Duolou: After taking advice, I became Supreme!

Meng Li was already considering leaving Sylvis City and heading to another Grand Soul Arena.

After all, without battles, there was no income. Both he and his team lived a luxurious life solely funded by the prize money from the Grand Soul Arena.

Since they had no desire to be controlled by any faction, they had never joined any organizations.

However, just half an hour ago, Meng Li received unexpected news from the arena—someone had challenged their team, and it was an over-level challenge.

This news filled Meng Li with ecstatic surprise.

Let alone him, even the most cautious of soul masters wouldn't believe that a thirty-level team could defeat a forty-level team.

If it weren't for the rule forbidding soul masters with Soul Battle badges from betting in the Grand Soul Arena, he would have placed a massive wager on himself.

Meng Li immediately gathered all his team members and rushed to the Grand Soul Arena, eager to secure their first income in half a month.

Besides the money, there was also the thrill of battle.

Killing. Especially killing soul masters.

For him and his rabid teammates, this was not just a means of survival—it was a release, an enjoyment.

If they weren't living under the protection of the Grand Soul Arena's influence, they would have already been hunted down and killed by stronger soul masters.

Meng Li's motto was simple:

Grow through slaughter.

At thirty years old, he had even decided on his future Title Douluo name—Fiend God.

Of course, he was also self-aware enough to know that becoming a Title Douluo in this lifetime was almost impossible.

Unless he had some extraordinary fortune, like obtaining powerful soul bones or a ten-thousand-year soul ring to change his constitution.

Sylvis Grand Soul Arena, Central Main Battle Zone

Tonight, the arena was especially lively.

Even though the announcement had only been made an hour ago, a cross-level challenge was enough to spark the curiosity of many high-status spectators.

Especially since the challengers were facing none other than the notoriously ruthless Fiend Battle Team.

At the arena's official betting station, the wager board was already set.

The power difference between the two sides was glaringly obvious.

Thus, the odds were extremely skewed.

Fiend Battle Team: 1 to 1 payoutShrek Seven Devils: 1 to 10 payout

Of course, the Grand Soul Arena never suffered losses.

For winners, 10% of their earnings would be taken as a handling fee.

This was why Grand Soul Arenas frequently organized high-stakes battles.

The higher the bets, the greater their cut.

This betting system had long since become the primary revenue stream for all Soul Arenas across the continent—surpassing even ticket sales.

Before long, the odds shifted again.

As massive bets poured into the Fiend Battle Team's side, their odds plummeted, while the odds for the Shrek Seven Devils skyrocketed to 1 to 17.

And the numbers were still climbing.

The two betting stations had starkly different scenes.

The line for the Fiend Battle Team stretched long, with spectators anxiously trying to place their bets before the match began.

Meanwhile, the Shrek Seven Devils' betting station was nearly deserted, with only a few risk-takers making small bets.

At that moment, a sudden voice startled the bored betting clerk, who had nearly dozed off.

"I'll bet thirty thousand gold soul coins on the Shrek Seven Devils."

The clerk froze for a moment before hastily confirming.

"Excuse me? How much did you say?"

Flender frowned slightly.

"I said, thirty thousand gold soul coins on the Shrek Seven Devils to win. Is there a problem?"

Before the clerk could respond, Yun Feng grinned and added:

"I'll bet fifty thousand."

The clerk swallowed hard.

Even though the Sylvis Grand Soul Arena was the largest in Sylvis Kingdom, a total wager of eighty thousand gold soul coins was extremely rare.

Flender's thirty thousand wasn't entirely his own—it included money pooled from the Shrek Seven Devils, Yu Xiaogang, and the other teachers.

Yun Feng's bet, however, caused the odds to drop slightly.

This immediately pained Flender's heart.

But there was nothing he could do.

After all, he couldn't exactly stop Yun Feng from betting.

Besides, if they wanted to win later, they might actually need Yun Feng's intervention.

On the other side, many spectators lining up to bet on the Fiend Battle Team burst into laughter.

They looked at Flender and Yun Feng as if they were idiots.

"You're sure?"

The clerk double-checked again.

Flender's expression remained unchanged.

"Of course. Swipe the card."

As he spoke, he pulled out multiple gold soul coin storage cards and completed his bet.

At the same time, Yun Feng pulled out a black card.

The moment the black card appeared, the clerk's attitude shifted dramatically.

Some of the spectators who had been mocking them suddenly fell silent.

Flender immediately noticed this.

So, he put on an act, standing beside Yun Feng and chatting with him in a friendly manner.

Seeing this, the mocking spectators hesitated.

Perhaps Yun Feng wasn't just some fool throwing money away?

Once their bets were placed, Flender and Yun Feng quickly left.

At this moment, Flender was struggling to hold back his laughter.

He didn't want to accidentally influence other gamblers into following their bets, which could cause the odds to drop further.

One Yun Feng was already enough.

If more people started betting on Shrek, where would the fun be?

Of course, this concern was unnecessary.

At this stage, who would bet on the Shrek Seven Devils?

The Grand Soul Arena had many ways to make money, but one thing was certain—it was absolutely fair.

If it weren't, Soul Arenas wouldn't attract so many spectators across the continent.

Looking at the sheer power gap, it was laughable to bet on the Shrek Seven Devils.

Among them, only four members were above level thirty, with the strongest at level thirty-eight.

The rest were at best level thirty-three, with three members still in their twenties.

Meanwhile, the Fiend Battle Team was composed entirely of level forty-plus Silver Soul Fighters.

Even though their average level was only forty-three, which wasn't particularly high for their bracket, they completely outclassed the Shrek Seven Devils.

With a 1.5 soul ring difference on average, coupled with superior soul power and their infamous ruthless tactics, who in their right mind would bet on Shrek?

Flender was exploiting a loophole in the Grand Soul Arena's system.

Although participating soul masters couldn't bet on themselves, there was nothing stopping him from placing a bet on their behalf.

Just as Flender was about to leave, a chubby, merchant-like man hurried over, seemingly afraid of missing out.

Panting, he handed a gold soul coin storage card to the betting clerk.

"Here! Place ten thousand gold soul coins on the Shrek Seven Devils!"

The clerk thought to himself:

"Strange things happen every year, but this year is really something else. Betting on such an obvious loss—why are so many people throwing their money away?"

Since he had already seen Flender and Yun Feng's bets, the clerk didn't bother questioning and quickly processed the wager.

Now, it was Flender's turn to be confused.

He looked at the chubby merchant and asked:

"Brother, are you sure? You do realize the Shrek Seven Devils are massively outclassed in both soul power and soul rings, right? And yet you're still betting on them?"

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