Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 1188
The Crimson Flame Lion is the king of the jungle, erupting flames all over his body, the staff of the arena must stay away from the Crimson Flame Lion, lest they burn themselves in the heat and die on the spot.As for the Baiyanhu, its physical body is particularly strong, its limbs are powerful and mighty.

As soon as these two monsters came out, the entire arena erupted.

"Look quickly, everyone. The Red Flame Lion has its own flames, which can burn the sky and refine the earth. Then look at the Baiyan Tiger. It has a huge body, like a divine beast entrenched in the world. It is absolutely powerful."

People who can come to the arena are gamblers by nature. When they see the Red Flame Lion and White Rock Tiger, their faces flash with intriguing meaning. Whoever they want to buy wins.

This is a headache.

The arena can allow two monsters to appear, and their strengths are absolutely equal. If you accidentally place a bet, the winner will be determined at that time.

"Boy, the Red Flame Lion is more domineering, listen to me, buy the Red Flame Lion to win."

It was Liang Wanliang who spoke. Looking at the Red Flame Lion, his eyes were shining brightly. He didn't know what he was doing. He was too high-ranking and he was bossing Chen Mo around.

Chen Mo was slightly dissatisfied, because the Chiyan Master he saw was not as domineering as Zhang Liang Wanliang said. If he bet on the Chiyan Lion, the gain would not be worth the loss.

Liang Wanliang waited for a long time, but he didn't see Chen Mo placing a bet. His expression sank slightly, he turned his head to look at Chen Mo and said, "You don't believe that the Red Flame Lion will win?"

Facing Liang Wanliang's questioning, Chen Mo explained: "It's not that I don't believe it, but that there is no possibility of victory at all. If you don't believe it, you can just wait and see."

"Okay, then I'd like to see if it's your foresight or mine."

Liang Wanliang looked angry, but Chen Mo refused to give out the spirit stone. It was as if an obedient person suddenly violated his will and wanted to hate him, which made him sulk.

Sister Hong next to her could see it.

Chen Mo is not Liang Wanliang's distant relative. If not, Chen Mo would not offend Liang Wanliang. However, Chen Mo blatantly rejected Liang Wanliang, which shows that Chen Mo has confidence.

"Boy, since you said that the Red Flame Lion is not good, then you can tell me clearly, Bai Yanhu is not good?" Liang Wanliang was sullen, and looked at Chen Mo with a flash of dissatisfaction.

After hearing Liang Wanliang's words, Chen Mo said in a deep voice, "It seems that you still don't believe me. In this case, Miss Hong, I will buy Bai Yansong to win a thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Chen Mo took out a storage ring and handed it to Sister Hong. Liang Wanliang, who was next to him, saw Chen Mo take out a thousand low-grade spirit stones, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He invited Chen Mo to the arena, but unexpectedly, Chen Mo changed his mind midway and didn't listen to him, which made Liang Wanliang lose face, and looked at Chen Mo with resentment in his heart.

"Bastard, you actually doubt my decision. After you lose, you will know that you are short-sighted."

After speaking, Liang Wanliang stopped looking at Chen Mo.

Sister Hong took the storage ring from Chen Mo's hand, and after confirming that it was correct, she took out the communication spar and sent a message, then looked at Chen Mo with a slight smile and said, "My lord, I have placed a bet for you, I hope you can win."

"Thank you." Chen Mo echoed.

The gamblers in the arena also place their bets at this time, and most of them buy the red flame lion to win, because the red flame lion is more majestic and imposing than the white rock tiger.

Chen Mo looked at the center of the arena, and the staff opened the cage. The two monsters seemed to be hungry, and looked at each other with blood-red eyes.

Whoa!

The flames erupting from the Red Flame Lion's body became stronger and stronger, capable of burning everything and continuously incinerating the air, making people feel that the Red Flame Lion would undoubtedly win.

Looking at Bai Yanhu again, no matter how you look at it, it is very ordinary, without much power.

"Boy, do you see it? This is the Red Flame Lion. Look at your simple and honest Baiyan Tiger. It lacks momentum. You don't need to guess. You will definitely lose."

Liang Wanliang did not forget to criticize Chen Mo.

In his opinion, Chen Mo's failure to bet on the Red Flame Lion was definitely Chen Mo's loss.

But what Liang Wanliang felt distressed was that Chen Mo didn't listen to his own words, and actually bought Bai Yanhu Sheng.

You know, that's a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

At this moment, they are all ready to go to waste.

After hearing Liang Wanliang's words, Chen Mo smiled lightly and said, "Before the winner is decided, no one knows that the monster will win, but I trust my intuition."

"Humph!"

Liang Wanliang snorted with anger, and didn't speak any more. He already knew that Chen Mo had betrayed him, and forgot what he said outside the door.

Sister Hong at the side looked at Chen Mo's confident smile, for some reason, she actually thought it looked a bit good-looking, and couldn't help but believe that Bai Yanhu would win.

"Roar……!"

Baiyanhu roared, stomped his limbs on the ground, and leaped out of the air, like a flying unicorn.

In an instant, the two monsters collided, and the flames of the Red Flame Lion were unparalleled, burning the fur of the White Rock Tiger, causing the White Rock Tiger to suffer.

But he can be called Baiyanhu. Not only is his physical body strong, but even the power in his body is extremely thick. The flame can only cause superficial damage to it, but it angers Baiyanhu instead.

In the next moment, Bai Yanhu opened his blood-plated mouth, and bit off the right ear of the Red Flame Lion forcefully, dripping with blood, and with the burning of the flame, there was a lot of bloody smell.

"No... how could this Red Flame Lion behave like this?"

When Liang Wanliang saw this scene, his face was full of disbelief. In his eyes, the Red Flame Lion was weaker, showing signs that he could not beat Bai Yanhu, which made people think that the Red Flame Lion would lose.

Liang Wanliang looked at Chen Mo again, with an extremely complicated expression on his face. Only then did he realize that his vision was wrong. If he really bought the Red Flame Lion to win, he would lose everything.

"Hmph... so what if you see it right, it's just luck." Liang Wanliang said this out of conscience, feeling quite resentful in his heart. Since Chen Mo knew that Bai Yanhu would win, why did he bet a thousand coins? Could it be that low-grade spirit stones can't go down to ten thousand?

Looking at Liang Wanliang whose expression was changing rapidly, Chen Mo smiled and said nothing. Sometimes the two sides fight, not only on the surface, but also on the real combat ability.

The White Rock Tiger has strong defense, its body is thick, and its attack is very ordinary. The Red Flame Lion has flames, but its flames can't hurt the White Rock Tiger, so it has no advantage at all.

Soon, the Red Flame Lion was bitten to death by the Baiyan Tiger, and many monks in the audience bought the Red Flame Lion for victory, but now they saw the Red Flame Lion fall with their own eyes, and their faces were filled with heartache.

"This red flame lion is too unreliable!"

"Looking at the momentum like a rainbow, it turns out to be useless."

"Hey, my bet."

Compared to everyone's disappointment, Chen Mo is undoubtedly the winner with the most, because he bet [-] low-grade spirit stones, and in a blink of an eye, it has doubled.

"My lord, congratulations on winning." Looking at Chen Mo, Sister Hong smiled and said, "Bai Yanhu has a two-to-one winning rate. If you bet [-] low-grade spirit stones, you can get [-] low-grade spirit stones."

(End of this chapter)