The avatars of Chen Fan and the burly man appeared on the four screens around the arena.
The betting points under the latter's name were jumping rapidly, 500, 1000, 1500.
In contrast, the points under Chen Fan's name were inching up slowly, 100, 120, 130, each jump only adding 10 or 20 points.
Many people saw the odds under the burly man's name, around 1.0, and couldn't help but shake their heads.
"Sigh, it's so hard to earn points. With such low odds, even if you bet correctly, you hardly gain anything."
"Bet on the opponent then," someone suggested, "bet a little, with ten times the odds, if you bet correctly, you could make a big profit."
"That's right, actually, I just bet on that newcomer earlier, ten points, and it turned into more than sixty points."
"Haha, but that was last time, Wang the Pockmarked was a waste, Luo Kai is different. Even though he's still a W-level Awakener, his combat power is already close to D-level, right?"
