Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1512 - 1458: Thank You

"Sect Leader, it is indeed him, together with Lord Tao, both top-tier talents emerging once in a millennium from Blue Star!" Standing respectfully to one side, Su Yuanfan replied.

"Another cultivator from Blue Star?" The Seventh Elder squinted slightly, a peculiar glimmer emerging from the depths of his seemingly cloudy eyes, "For disciples with such extraordinary talent to appear simultaneously, it seems Emperor Shang left quite a few treasures on Blue Star."

However, the latter half of the sentence was muttered by the elder so softly that only he could hear it.

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During the three hours of rest, Lin Mo found an empty space, sat cross-legged to meditate, restoring his body to a perfect state, anticipating the next match—the true moment to decide victory or defeat. If he makes it to the top three of the arena battles, he will have the chance to accompany the Inner Sect disciples to the 'Great Ruins'.

"I hope to find clues about the Ice Emperor within the 'Great Ruins'; that way, I might get some information on Meng Die." Lin Mo mumbled in his heart, thinking of Xia Mengdie's face with a gentle smile, and couldn't help feeling a surge of excitement.

As the arena battles reached a crucial stage, low murmurs spread among the tens of thousands of disciples gathered, undoubtedly discussing who would win the final championship, including who would take third place, second place, and so on.

Of course, this discussion wasn't just talk; some seemingly eccentric individuals were weaving through the crowd, accepting space rings from others after conversing and scribbling on a piece of paper.

Bets, each arena battle, was an excellent opportunity for some to earn soul coins; to earn soul coins, one could place bets. The Seven Sect's high-level officials seemed to turn a blind eye to this behavior, allowing gambling to stimulate the disciples' enthusiasm and add some excitement to the arena battles.

After those disciples weaving through the crowd received space rings and recorded the bettors' wagers, they converged towards one location.

In that place, a slightly short individual sat atop a chair, busy beyond compare.

If Lin Mo saw this, he would undoubtedly recognize his identity, none other than Gu Sa.

"Hurry up to place your bets, junior and senior brothers; once the match starts, the betting will close." Gu Sa's face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, as this banker made a fortune from every arena battle by charging a certain percentage service fee.

Of course, not everyone can be the banker; only businessmen with extensive connections and resources in the Seven Sects, like Gu Sa, can open the betting pool.

"I bet on Duanmu to win the championship, three hundred soul coins…"

"I also bet on Duanmu to win the championship…one thousand soul coins…"

For ordinary disciples, a few hundred to a thousand soul coins is already a considerable sum.

Duanmu Jinglin, as the top genius disciple of the Seven Sects, maintained the highest support rate, while Lin Mo, although a dark horse, dazzled in both the elimination and arena battles, but it's not enough to shake Duanmu Jinglin's status.

The first in support rate is Duanmu Jinglin, the second is Qian Zhimo, the third is Lin Mo, and tied for third is an relatively unknown Teng Yi.

"Lin Mo's odds are high; I'll bet two thousand soul coins on him!"

"Junior brother, aren't you just giving away money? Though Lin Mo is formidable, he's still just a newcomer; Duanmu is the true champion!"

Gu Sa wasn't concerned with such issues, as he only charges service fees, and with such a substantial betting fund, even the service fee amounted to considerable earnings.

"I bet fifty thousand soul coins, on Lin Mo for the championship!" Suddenly, the bustling crowd parted, revealing a graceful figure standing before Gu Sa, throwing a space ring at him.

Fifty thousand soul coins!

The surrounding disciples gasped, their expressions shocked; anyone able to wager such a large sum surely had an impressive family background.

When Gu Sa lifted his head, he saw standing before him a young woman of natural beauty, with a faintly sharp aura emanating from her, preventing easy approach.

"Eldest Miss Meng, what brings you here?" Gu Sa quickly jumped up from his chair, his face full of fawning smiles.

Meng Qingge briefly puckered her lips, "Am I not allowed to place a bet?"

"Certainly, of course…" Gu Sa nodded and bowed, his eyes darting around, "I'm just wondering what relation Eldest Miss Meng has with Lin Mo. His odds are high, but winning the championship seems rather challenging."

"It's none of your business; I simply believe he can win the championship." Meng Qingge frowned slightly, speaking coldly.

Gu Sa forced an awkward smile, knowing Meng Qingge's status is extraordinary; if those fifty thousand soul coins were lost, he wouldn't dare ask for it.

With that, Meng Qingge squeezed through the crowd and headed towards the spectator stands.

"Brother Gu Sa, who was that senior sister just now? She looks so beautiful." A slightly lecherous-looking male suddenly sidled up to Gu Sa, grinning.

Gu Sa shot him a cold glance, sneering: "Lu Hou, if you're looking to die, try provoking her; she's the favorite granddaughter of the Meng Family's Supreme Elder."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding area fell silent; the treasure granddaughter of the Meng Family's Supreme Elder was not someone they dared provoke.

However, simultaneously a question arose in their minds: What exactly is the relationship between Meng Qingge and Lin Mo, and why would she wager so many soul coins on Lin Mo? Does Meng Qingge truly believe Lin Mo can win?

Meng Qingge's move prompted many to place bets on Lin Mo; after all, Lin Mo's odds were high, and if he wins, they could also make a small fortune.

Such clandestine betting did not affect the pace of the matches.

Three hours to cultivators passed in the blink of an eye; Lin Mo adjusted his body's aura to its optimal state, then slowly opened his eyes, with a gleam flashing in his gaze, and he exhaled deeply.

"Mr. Lin."

Just as he opened his eyes, he heard a gentle voice beside him.

"Senior Sister Liu." Lin Mo turned his head, recognizing the newcomer, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Liu Yiyi nodded, walking to his side, her pretty face carrying a serious demeanor, "Master Su already drew the lots; your next opponent is Teng Yi."

"Teng Yi?" Lin Mo furrowed his brows, having thought he'd face Duanmu Jinglin directly.

"That person is quite formidable; I lost to him myself. Be careful; he conceals his strength deeply." Liu Yiyi's pretty face bore a look of gravity as she whispered.

"Conceals his strength deeply?"

Lin Mo understood that Liu Yiyi personally came to warn him, indicating that the guy is not simple, and Teng Yi's name wasn't familiar, not being particularly famous within the Seven Sects.

"Teng Yi doesn't usually make waves, nor does he have the fame of Red Spider and others in the Seven Sects, but his strength ranks among the top. In my bout with him, I noticed something odd." Liu Yiyi furrowed her elegant brows, speaking slowly.

"Thank you for the warning, Senior Sister Liu; I will be cautious." Lin Mo nodded earnestly.