Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Are these people betting on whether to win or lose?"

Upon seeing a metal disc standing at everyone's feet, with the names of Lu Xiaoxiang and Nangong Yan written on its left and right sides respectively, Lu Feng raised an eyebrow and instantly understood.

After all, he lost his mother at the age of eight and had been struggling in the underworld since childhood, coming into contact with all sorts of people. Naturally, Lu Feng was also very familiar with all kinds of gambling games.

However, the betting game these students are playing right now is not complicated; it's just a simple guessing game, and the stakes are contribution points circulating within Falling Star Academy, with no upper limit.

"Brother Lu, may I ask if you wish to place your bet personally, or add an extra betting pool?"

Seeing Lu Feng approaching, one of the bald men immediately spoke up, seemingly the organizer of the gambling game.

"What are your odds like here? Otherwise, I'm afraid if I bet correctly, you won't be able to pay me back..."

Faced with the bald man's probing, Lu Feng didn't waste any words, clearly wanting to get involved as well.

Not to mention that he has no shortage of contribution points, the students are currently playing the simplest game of guessing the winner. No matter how unlucky they are, the accuracy rate is still 50/50. As long as the odds for both sides are not too high, they can make a profit in the end.

Therefore, Lu Feng didn't mind taking a bet.

"Brother Lu, you can rest assured. Although my strength is far inferior to yours, I still have basic integrity. As long as you bet correctly, no matter how many contribution points you win in the end, I will definitely give them all to you, not a penny less!"

"As for the odds, they will be determined based on the strength of both sides. If Senior Sister Nangong Yan wins, the odds will be one time the normal odds, while if Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiang wins, the odds will be three times the normal odds!"

The bald man grinned, then said with an air of certainty, clearly indicating that he was quite wealthy and had been running gambling operations for a long time.

"Very good, I bet on Lu Xiaoxiang, 10,000 contribution points!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Feng didn't hesitate at all. He immediately took out his Vast Token from his pocket and threw it into the iron disc at the feet of the person opposite him.

"What?!"

"This... Brother Lu actually bet 10,000 contribution points, and he even bet on Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiang to win?"

"Could this be the legendary 'betting against the grain, and ending up with a villa by the sea'?"

"That's true, but isn't that a bit too greedy? What if they lose all their money?"

Seeing that Lu Feng had bet 10,000 contribution points on Lu Xiaoxiang without hesitation, and that the other party had won, a commotion and exclamations arose from the surrounding crowd. For a moment, everyone looked at the former with surprise.

Although Lu Xiaoxiang's odds were three times higher, her opponent's strength was far inferior to that of Nangong Yan, who ranked tenth in the West Academy.

Therefore, even though Lu Xiaoxiang's odds were very high, no one present dared to bet on her. Instead, they chose to be conservative and bet on Nangong Yan to win.

"Brother Lu, my bets are placed and there's no going back. Are you really betting on Junior Sister Lu Xiaoxiang to win?"

The bald man glanced at Lu Feng with a hint of disbelief and then spoke again tentatively.

After all, Lu Xiaoxiang's chances of winning are less than 30%, and Lu Feng's current bet is practically a gift.

"certainly."

Lu Feng grinned again, said nothing more, and then looked at Lu Xiaoxiang on the arena not far away. He was clearly very confident in his bet.

Seeing Lu Feng's confidence, the bald man didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately closed the betting.

As for the students around them who had placed their bets, most of them placed their bets on Nangong Yan to win. Only a few students, like Lu Feng, placed their bets on Lu Xiaoxiang to win, and the bets were very low, with the highest being only a few hundred contribution points.

...

Meanwhile, at a certain arena in the martial arts training ground...

bass!

A sword cry rang out, and the next moment, countless sword energies swept across the sky like a whirlwind, immediately enveloping Lu Xiaoxiang on the opposite side of the arena, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"One Hundred Types of Mechanical Umbrellas!"

A barrage of sword energy swept in instantly, and Lu Xiaoxiang's pretty face stiffened. She immediately released all her inner energy without reservation, and at the same time, she raised her hand and lightly touched her fingertip storage ring, instantly summoning a black and white mechanical umbrella that was as straight as a pillar.

Clang clang clang...!

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of sword energy poured down on the surface of the mechanical umbrella like a torrential rain, causing a loud, ear-piercing clang of metal colliding, but it did not penetrate the Hundred Style Mechanical Umbrella's defenses.

Lu Xiaoxiang, however, remained completely unharmed, hiding behind the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella.

"This is... an eighth-grade spiritual treasure?"

Seeing Lu Xiaoxiang use a strange mechanical umbrella to block all her sword attacks, Nangong Yan also raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise appearing on her face. "Hehe, as expected of the eldest daughter of the seventh-rank Lu family from the Southern Yue Kingdom, you certainly have plenty of ways to protect yourself..."

Given the status of the other party as a mere newcomer to the North Academy, it would be impossible for him to possess such a treasure. The only possibility is that the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella in Lu Xiaoxiang's hand, which is comparable to an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, was a gift from the former head of the Lu family.

"That was close, I almost died...!"

As she slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, Lu Xiaoxiang summoned the Hundred-Type Mechanized Umbrella with her right hand, her pretty face now filled with solemnity.

Just as Nangong Yan had predicted, this Hundred-Type Mechanized Umbrella was a treasure she had brought from the Lu family. It not only possessed a hundred transformations and combined offense and defense, but its power was also comparable to an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, making it no ordinary object.

However, Lu Xiaoxiang's Yuan Power cultivation is still weak. Even with an eighth-grade spiritual treasure in hand, it is still very difficult for her to defeat Nangong Yan, especially since the latter has not used her full strength!

"Again!"

Without giving Lu Xiaoxiang a moment to catch her breath, Nangong Yan leaped forward again, slashing out with her Qingfeng sword. A large amount of Yuan energy swept out, transforming into countless sword energies that immediately enveloped and attacked Lu Xiaoxiang!

This battle is crucial for her advancement, so Nangong Yan is not holding back at all; every move is a killing blow!

"not good!"

Seeing Nangong Yan swing her sword again, Lu Xiaoxiang's pretty face changed slightly. She immediately released another wisp of Yuan power and manipulated the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella to stand in front of her, seemingly intending to use an eighth-grade spiritual treasure to block the opponent's full-force sword strike.

"Junior Sister Lu, it's too late...!"

However, facing Lu Xiaoxiang's all-out defense, a subtle cunning flashed across Nangong Yan's face. At that moment, her sword moves changed again, and at the same time, the green sword in her hand made a turn in mid-air, suddenly stabbing the person in front of her back at an extremely tricky angle.

Whoosh! Pfft...!

With the sword at hand, Lu Xiaoxiang had no chance to dodge Nangong Yan's sudden change of tactics. She could only watch helplessly as the Qingfeng sword pierced through her left shoulder, causing a splash of blood to fall and stain the earth red!

"Pfft...!"

With her left shoulder injured and sword energy entering her body, Lu Xiaoxiang's pretty face turned slightly pale. She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, her aura dropped rapidly, leaving her extremely weak.

"Junior Sister Lu, the difference in strength between us is too great. If you don't want to get hurt for nothing, you'd better admit defeat as soon as possible."

After severely injuring Lu Xiaoxiang with a single sword strike, Nangong Yan did not press her advantage. Instead, she stood on her sword, looking calmly at the attacker, as if victory was already assured and she could not afford to lose.

"Give up? No, I will never give up...!"

"I must win this battle!"

However, despite Nangong Yan's kind persuasion to surrender, Lu Xiaoxiang bit her lip tightly and slowly looked up at her again. Her eyes were full of stubbornness, and she clearly did not intend to give up and admit defeat.