He fancied a lean martial artist at the Seventh Level of Pulse Condensation, the very one he had predicted would turn defeat into victory.
This martial artist's name was Wu Ming, still on the Red Team, and his opponent was another martial artist named Feng Zheng.
"Five hundred Spirit Stones on Wu Ming to win!" Lin Xuan placed his bet.
Although it was Lin Xuan's first bet, his previous performance still caught everyone's attention.
"Hmph! A guy with no vision, really thinks he's seen through these martial artists after one lucky guess?" someone said disdainfully. "This Feng Zheng is a victor of ten consecutive battles, and his Seventy-two Paths Wind-Opening Palm is invincible!"
"I'm betting on Feng Zheng to win, one thousand Spirit Stones!" the martial artist declared loudly, and after speaking, he cast an ingratiating glance at Ling Ze.
Ling Ze nodded with satisfaction: "Lin Xuan, right? I'll make sure you lose so badly you're stripped of your clothes!"