Chapter 49 The Power of the Financial Boss (Second Update)
Soto Grand Fighting Spirit Arena
Huo Yuhao brought Zi Ling to the VIP viewing seats, ordered a simple juice and red wine, and cast his eyes on the arena.
At this time, on the arena, stood an ordinary boy with dark blue short hair, wearing a half bronze mask on his face, revealing only his eyes.
His opponent was a burly man in yellow.
The difference in size made people feel that this duel was very uneven.
"Sir, every duel in this auction house can be betted in proportion. Do you need to bet?" The beautiful maid next to him gently reminded.
Huo Yuhao raised his hand and took out a stack of yellow crystal cards from the ring on his finger and put them on the silver plate held by the maid.
"Place your bet."
"Okay." The maid bowed respectfully and then gave a detailed introduction:
"Yellow Wind Kuilang
Martial Soul: Gale Wolf
Soul Level: Level 29
Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow
One-on-one single match, record: nine wins and three losses."
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"Thousand Hands Shura
Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass
Soul Level: Level 29
Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow
One-on-one single match, record: 11 consecutive wins."
"The current payout ratio between Yellow Wind Kuilang and Thousand Hands Shura is 2:1.3. May I ask which one you want to bet on, sir?" the maid said respectfully.
"One million, bet on 'Thousand Hands Shura'." Huo Yuhao said calmly.
The maid next to him changed her face slightly, and then showed a professional smile.
"Okay, I'll increase the bet for you."
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Big Soul Fighting Arena.
The duel that was about to begin was suddenly suspended by the organizer.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai and others in the ordinary audience seats were a little surprised at this time.
"What's wrong with the organizer? Did something go wrong in the middle?" Dai Mubai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Are they going to make a stupid move?" Xiao Wu was immediately alert.
Yu Xiaogang was holding a copy of "The Collection of Soul Master Theories" in his arms at this time, looking at the ring below with a strategic plan.
Tang San, who was standing off the stage, was also a little confused at this time.
What happened?
His opponent was also confused and asked the staff on the scene.
However, the staff didn't know the specific situation and said it was the intention of the higher-ups.
This made the atmosphere on the scene even weirder.
Many spectators began to call for "I'm ready to make a fuss", "I'm going to make a fuss", "I'm making a fuss".
The audience on the scene shouted to start the game, start the game.
Everyone's emotions seemed to be ignited, and the voices calling for the game to start were getting louder and louder.
The staff hurried to ask for instructions.
At this time, the manager of the Great Soul Fighting Arena was in front of Huo Yuhao, wiping the sweat from his forehead and negotiating with him.
Finally, Huo Yuhao nodded and agreed, and the manager immediately felt as if he had been pardoned.
Then, on the arena screen that everyone was watching.
The original payout ratio between "Yellow Wind Kuilang" and "Thousand Hands Shura" changed to:
3.5:1.1
There was an uproar at the scene.
The audience's discussion was loud.
The originally set payout ratio was changed again.
The lower the payout ratio, the greater the chance of winning.
The big fighting spirit field seemed to be optimistic about "Thousand Hands Shura", thinking that he had a great chance of winning.
But once "Yellow Wind Kuilang" won, the big bettor "Yellow Wind Kuilang" would likely drain the prize pool.
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Ordinary audience seats
"Oh no, they are setting a game." Dai Mubai looked a little ugly.
"What do you mean, Boss Dai?" Xiao Wu was a little anxious. She didn't quite understand what these payout ratio changes meant. Anyway, she always bet on Xiao San to win without thinking.
"It seems that the big fighting spirit field thinks that Xiao San has a high chance of winning, but once the opponent wins, the bettor will receive more than three times the rebate."
"Since they dare to adjust the payout ratio in this way, they are likely to operate secretly and find ways to make Xiao San lose!" Dai Mubai's eyes were sharp.
"What should we do?" Xiao Wu was almost crying anxiously.
"Don't worry, with Xiao San's methods, he may not lose even if he faces conspiracy and calculations." Dai Mubai crossed his arms and sneered.
"Well." Xiao Wu immediately took out more than a dozen gold soul coins and bet them all on "Thousand Hands Shura".
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were fixed on the details of the communication between the staff and "Yellow Wind Kuilang" off the field.
Did the organizer choose to play dirty after all?
Whether Xiao San can survive depends on himself.
Adapting to changes is the real skill.
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VIP seats.
Huo Yuhao crossed his legs, shaking the red wine in his hand, and looked at the ring below calmly.
Zi Ling sat beside him holding a glass of juice, swinging her short legs.
The manager of the organizer was waiting beside Huo Yuhao with a smile, and was already sweating profusely.
You are kidding. With such a large amount of funds injected, they would be fools if they did not adjust the payout ratio.
The winning rate of Qianshou Shura is so high, and the probability of winning is very high.
What they want is for Qianshou Shura to win, so as to recover the losses as much as possible.
At the same time, they tricked the audience into betting on "Huangfeng Kuilang" and let those gamblers follow suit.
Their organizer did negotiate with "Huangfeng Kuilang", but the content was not to make him win, but to lose.
At that time, the master's money will be returned in full, plus the winning head of the payout ratio; their organizer will take the opportunity to squeeze the money of poor ghosts and gamblers.
What? Fair?
That only means that you deserve it, and you dare to bet recklessly without seeing the situation clearly.
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Big Fighting Soul Arena, Arena.
"Hello, audience friends, the next is the long-awaited duel! 'Yellow Wind Kuilang' vs. 'Thousand Hands Shura'!"
"Yellow Wind Kuilang once won nine games and lost three in the one-on-one singles match in the Grand Soul Fighting Arena. He is also a leader among the great soul masters and his strength should not be underestimated."
"Thousand Hands Shura is even more amazing. In the one-on-one singles match, he won eleven games and won eleven! Can he create another glory today?"
"Next, let the stage be handed over to them! Give you a wonderful peak duel!" With the sonorous and powerful commentary of the host, the audience's emotions were immediately aroused.
Everything was ready again, and both sides had enough chips.
"Yellow Wind Kuilang" looked at the "Thousand Hands Shura" on the opposite side and couldn't help wondering.
Is this guy a person cultivated by the organizer of the Soto Grand Soul Fighting Arena? He actually let himself play a fake match in order to let the other party win?
Although he was very contemptuous in his heart, who would have a problem with money?
"Both parties, please - open your spirit!" The referee shouted loudly.
"Yellow Wind Kuilang" was immediately possessed by his spirit, and a vigorous swift wolf appeared behind him, with his webbed feet bent and raised, his palms transformed into wolves, with some gray hair, his eyes turned into forest green vertical pupils, and two yellow hundred-year spirit rings appeared under his feet!
"Thousand-hand Shura" raised his right hand, and a slender blue grass appeared in his palm, and the arena was covered with slender blue silver grass, and two hundred-year spirit rings appeared under his feet.
"Brother, come on!" The pink-dressed girl in the audience shouted loudly.
From the shouting of the audience to support the object of their bet, it was obvious that the call of "Thousand-hand Shura" was obviously more powerful.
A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of Yellow Wind Kuilang.
Tang San crouched down, and a trace of purple appeared in his eyes.
"Begin the duel!"