An Understated Dominance

The second round of matches soon began. Fights were underway simultaneously across the eight battle rings.

Among the audience sections, Abigail’s side was undeniably the liveliest. Nearly a hundred people gathered around a large table, with most of them having already placed their bets.

As the matches commenced, the excitement among the spectators eclipsed even that of the contenders in the battle ring.

The venue reverberated with cheers and chants, with each successive wave amplifying the intensity.

The crowd who had placed their bets passionately cheered for their selected fighters. Their shouts reverberated through the air, echoing at the top of their lungs.

As the matches progressed, it became evident that the stakes were much higher than mere entertainment.

It was all about personal gain now. Victory promised a hefty haul of celestial stones, while defeat spelled utter loss and disappointment.

Given the high stakes involved, it was no surprise that emotions ran so high. As time passed, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Two battle rings had determined their victors, which led to jubilation and frustration among the spectators.

Though sharing the same environment, the emotions among the crowd varied greatly.

“Number 68! Attack! Keep pushing forward. Don’t give your opponent a chance to catch his breath!” Miles bellowed enthusiastically from the stands.

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“Come on! Go, Number 68!” Ruby beside him seemed equally caught up in the excitement. Her cheeks were flushed as she waved her fists enthusiastically.

Their attention was fixed on contestant number 68 in the eighth battle ring. Number 68 was built like a tank, and he wielded a battle ax that he swung with unstoppable force.

His opponent was a man in his 30s armed with a broadsword, and he followed a similarly aggressive style.

Typically, martial artists wielding a broadsword possessed remarkable strength. This made it challenging for opponents to engage in direct clashes during intense exchanges.

However, the battle ax was an exception. Renowned for its power and weight, the battle ax sacrificed agility for brute force, rendering it nearly invincible in confrontations.

Unless someone had natural superhuman strength, only a few would choose such a cumbersome weapon.

It might not have been advantageous if the battle ax was used against lighter, more agile weapons. But fate had it that the battle ax met the broadsword, resulting in a clash of titans.

Moreover, Number 68 was stronger in physique and strength than his opponent. Therefore, as the fight progressed, he quickly gained the upper hand, relentlessly launching a barrage of attacks.

The man with the broadsword was forced to retreat, and he could barely defend himself. After several minutes of endurance, he was ultimately knocked out of the battle ring.

On the other battle ring, Number 36 effortlessly slashed his opponent down the ring.

In this match, Number 68 emerged victorious.

“Haha… We did it, we did it!” Seeing Number 68 emerge victorious, Miles jumped up excitedly.

“Great! We’ve not only recouped our losses but also made a profit!” Ruby exclaimed. She was ecstatic with the victory.

“How about that, Ruby?” He grinned triumphantly. “Didn’t I tell you? Number 68 was sure to win!”

“You’re right on the bet, Miles!” She gave him a thumbs-up.

Soon, any lingering doubts vanished instantly and were replaced by eager anticipation for the next betting round.