At the Purple Stone Arena next to the Heaven-Reaching Martial Pavilion, the Four Mountains Martial Arts Gathering continued. Today promised to be even more intense than yesterday.
Of course, as the only new student to advance, Wen Qingye was the center of attention, the hope of all his peers. But at this moment, Wen Qingye had not arrived.
Nearby, an older student had set up his betting table again. Wen Qingye's shocking upset yesterday had earned him a pretty penny, and he was in high spirits.
'Hmm, it's all older students today. There's no way Wen Qingye's strength could have improved enough for him to advance again,' the student running the betting table mused.
The student running the table gathered his Qi in his Dantian and bellowed, "Two hundred to one odds on Wen Qingye making it to the third round! Come on, place your bets!"
"I'll bet Wen Qingye doesn't get through."
"Me too! I'm betting he won't get through either."
