The moment the announcer said those words, a device lit up next to each seat. There, the boys could place their bets, a flurry of activity sparking across the stands.
None of them knew Lian, but judging by his gaze and the frightened aura he emanated, no one thought he could win, the odds stacked heavily against him.
But as with every bet, there were always those who believed in miracles and bet on the side with the least chance of winning, the dreamers among the pragmatists.
Rebecca, leader of the Silver Phoenix, was among these people. "You are stronger than you seem, Lian… I will bet on you; let us see how you do-" her voice a quiet whisper of confidence.
A few seconds later, the announcer resumed speaking as the betting devices turned off, the moment of wagering concluded.
The crowd stood up excitedly, jumping and shouting like mad, their energy a living, breathing force.
