Douro Continent

Chapter 214 The Golden Iron Triangle Fierce God Team (Part 1)

Meng Li was already considering leaving Silves City for another major arena. After all, without battles, there was no income, and his team, including himself, lived a luxurious life thanks to the prize money from the major arena. He also didn't want to be constrained, so he hadn't joined any faction.

However, just half an hour ago, Meng Li suddenly received news from the Great Soul Arena that a team was going to challenge them, and it was a challenge from a team of a higher level. This news overjoyed Meng Li. Not to mention that he was not a cautious person to begin with, even a cautious Soul Master would never believe that a level 30 team could defeat a level 40 team.

If it weren't for the fact that Soul Masters with Battle Soul Badges are not allowed to gamble in the Great Battle Soul Arena, he would definitely have placed a huge bet on himself.

Meng Li has gathered all his team members and is rushing to the Great Soul Arena to earn their first income in half a month.

Besides income, there's also the need to vent.

Killing, especially killing Soul Masters, was a form of catharsis and enjoyment for him and his rabid teammates. If they hadn't always lived within the sphere of influence of the Great Soul Arena, they probably would have been killed countless times by even more powerful Soul Masters.

Meng Li's motto was to grow through killing.

He is thirty years old this year, and he has even thought about his title as a future Title Douluo: Fierce God.

Of course, he was also aware of his own limitations. It was almost impossible for him to become a Title Douluo in this lifetime unless he had some special encounter, such as obtaining an excellent soul bone or a ten-thousand-year soul ring to change his physique.

The main fighting area in the center of the Silves Grand Arena.

The place was unusually lively today. Although the news only broke an hour ago, the appearance of a challenge against someone of a higher level still attracted the curiosity of many high-level spectators. Especially since the opponent of this challenge was the notoriously ruthless Fierce God Team.

The betting area in the Grand Soul Arena has opened. The soul power levels of both sides are clearly displayed. Naturally, the opening odds are also quite disparate.

The odds for the Fierce God Team are 1 to 1, while the odds for the Shrek Seven Devils Team are as high as 1 to 10.

Of course, the Grand Arena never loses out. Losers get nothing, but winners have to pay a 10% commission. This is a major reason why the Grand Arena frequently organizes exciting spirit battle tournaments; the higher the stakes, the larger their commission.

This has long been the main source of revenue for any major fighting arena on the mainland, even exceeding the revenue from ticket sales.

Soon, the odds changed again. Due to the large number of bets placed on the Fierce God team, the odds plummeted once more, with the Shrek team's odds rising to 1 to 17, and the odds continued to climb.

The betting was divided into two sides. The betting booth for the Fierce God Team was packed with long queues, as spectators were afraid of missing out on placing their bets before the battle began. Meanwhile, the betting booth for the Shrek Seven Devils was practically deserted. Apart from a few speculative bettors, almost no one paid any attention.

Just then, a sudden sound woke the staff at the Shrek Seven Devils betting point from their drowsy state.

"I'll buy 30,000 gold soul coins for the Shrek Seven Devils team."

"What did you say? How much do you want?" The staff member was taken aback for a moment and quickly asked.

Flander frowned. "I said I'd bet 30,000 gold soul coins on the Shrek Seven Devils winning. Is that not allowed?"

The staff member swallowed hard. Although the Silves Grand Arena was the largest arena in the Silves Kingdom, a bet of 30,000 gold soul coins was still quite rare.

Of course, not all of Flander's 30,000 gold coins were his own; they also included the private savings of the Shrek Seven Devils, the Grandmaster, and several other teachers.

On the other side, the audience queuing to bet on the Ferocious God team were already laughing, looking at Flander as if he were an idiot.

"Are you sure?" the staff member asked again.

Flander's expression remained unchanged. "I'm sure. Swipe your cards." As he spoke, he took out several gold coin prepaid cards and placed his bets.

At that moment, he was actually trying his best to keep from laughing. He didn't want others to follow suit and lower the odds because of his actions.

Of course, his idea was completely unfounded. At this time, who would be optimistic about the Shrek Seven Devils team?

While there are many ways for the Grand Soul Arena to make money, one thing that everyone agrees on is its fairness and impartiality. Otherwise, the Grand Soul Arenas in various places wouldn't have so many spectators.

The difference in Soul Master levels is really huge. On the Shrek Seven Devils' side, there are only four people above level 30. Apart from one who reached level 38, the highest level of the remaining team members is only level 33, and there are even three Soul Masters who are only level 20.

On the other hand, the Fierce God Team consists entirely of Silver Battle Souls of level 40 or above. Although their level is not very high in the level 40 tier, averaging only around level 43, their advantage over the Shrek Seven Devils Team is still too great.

With an average of over 1.5 spirit rings, plus the advantage of spirit power and the ferocious fighting style of the Fierce God Team, who would be optimistic about the Shrek Seven Devils under these circumstances?

Flander also took advantage of a loophole in the Great Soul Arena. Although participating Soul Masters cannot place bets directly, it was impossible to detect that he was placing bets on behalf of the Shrek Seven Devils in the Great Soul Arena.

Just as Flander was about to turn and leave, he suddenly saw a chubby businessman-looking man walking quickly towards him, as if afraid of missing something.

He handed over a gold soul coin prepaid card and, panting, said to the betting staff, "Here, bet 10,000 gold soul coins on the Shrek Seven Devils."

The staff member thought to himself, "Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many. Even though the outcome of the battle is clear, so many people are still coming to give away money."

Having learned from Flanders' experience, he didn't ask any more questions and quickly completed the formalities.

This time it was Flander's turn to be puzzled. He asked the fat man, "Dude, are you sure you're not mistaken? The Shrek Seven Devils are so much weaker than the enemy in terms of soul power and soul rings, yet you're still suppressing them?"

The fat man chuckled and lowered his voice, "You wouldn't believe it, would you? I'm a merchant who travels between the Kingdom of Barak and the Kingdom of Silves for business. Not long ago, in Soto City of the Kingdom of Barak, I happened to watch an extremely exciting team battle against spirits, and one of the main characters was the Shrek Seven Devils team. Don't underestimate them just because their spirits are weak. Brother, if you trust me, bet with me. You'll definitely make money."

"I see. Well, I believe you." Flander said this, but inwardly he found it somewhat amusing. He hadn't expected to encounter supporters of the little monsters in the capital of Sylvester. However, his support seemed a bit too blind.

If it weren't for that special reason, no matter how outstanding the little monsters' martial souls were, how could they possibly jump so many levels to defeat their opponents?

Although 40,000 gold soul coins were bet on this side, the odds did not decrease at all; on the contrary, they continued to rise. In order to balance the odds on both sides, the Grand Soul Arena had to lower the odds of the Fierce God Team winning to 0.7 to 1. Even so, the number of bettors still did not decrease.

As Flander calmly walked back to the Great Soul Arena, the Shrek Seven Devils were already prepared for their team battle. The betting booths outside had stopped accepting bets. With time passing, the final team battle of the day at the Silvers Great Soul Arena—a cross-level challenge—was about to begin.

The master habitually escorted the Shrek Seven Devils to the entrance of the fighting teams on one side of the main arena, and finally instructed them: "Remember, your opponents are all ruthless, so don't hold back. Finish them off as quickly as possible. Understand? If any unexpected changes occur, jump off the fighting platform immediately. It's better to admit defeat than to suffer any injury."

Tang San nodded to the master and said, "Master, don't worry, we won't lose."

Led by the staff, the group of seven strode towards the main battle arena.

Since this wasn't an invitation from the Grand Arena, the privilege of having the team leader allowed entry and spectator access at the entrance, as was available during the final battle at the Soto Grand Arena, was no longer applicable. Master had no choice but to quickly leave and rejoin Flander and the others to watch the battle from the viewing platform.

The reason why the Grandmaster dared to let the Shrek Seven Devils launch this challenge was because it was a meticulous calculation. Tang San had never hidden any of his hidden weapons from the Grandmaster, and the Grandmaster had already calculated how much of a threat his various hidden weapons could pose to Soul Masters of different levels.

Therefore, the master believes that there will be no problems in this team battle unless there are extremely unusual circumstances.

Sometimes, strength does not guarantee victory.

The central arena of the Silvers Grand Arena is not much different from the Soto Grand Arena, except that it is larger in scale, but all the surrounding buildings are identical in style. This shows that the Grand Arena is a complete system.

Perhaps because Tang San and his companions' opponents were too ferocious, the host had already flown into the air when announcing the entry of both sides.

Unfortunately, this host wasn't as eye-catching as the beautiful DouDou at the Soto Arena; he was a handsome young man.

(End of this chapter)