After clarifying the situation, Hu Ma finally felt some relief.
The next day, after having breakfast with Yang Gong and the others, he listened to them whispering about who would win or lose tonight. While the people above were busy with the duel, the ones below, although feeling the pressure, were still engaging in plenty of entertainment activities. From the first duel, people had been betting on the outcome. Now it was the final duel; if they didn't bet now, they wouldn't get another chance, so everyone was all the more enthusiastic.
"Originally, it's generally the one who calls the duel first who has a better chance of winning."
"But the day before yesterday and the day before that, it turned out to be the opposite. Still, I reckon... I'll bet on the side that calls the duel first!"
"Me too, I'm betting ten taels of silver."
"This is our last gamble, brothers. I'm betting thirty taels that we'll lose."
