Douluo: Me! Huo Yuhao, Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

Soto Great Spirit Arena

Huo Yuhao brought Zi Ling to the VIP viewing area, simply ordered some juice and red wine, and turned his attention to the arena.

At this time, in the arena, stood an ordinary boy with short dark blue hair, wearing half a bronze mask on his face, with only his eyes exposed.

His opponent was a burly man in yellow.

The physical difference makes people feel that this duel is very disparate.

"Sir, you can bet proportionally on every duel in this auction house, do you need to bet?" the beautiful maid next to her gently reminded.

Huo Yuhao raised his hand and took out a stack of yellow crystal cards from the ring on his finger, and placed them on the silver plate held by the maid.

"Place your bet."

"Okay." The maid saluted respectfully, and then introduced in detail:

"Huang Fengkui Lang

Martial Spirit: Storm Wolf

Soul power level: Level 29

Soul ring configuration: yellow, yellow

One-on-one single match, record: nine wins and three losses. "

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"Thousand-Armed Shura

Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass

Soul power level: Level 29

Soul ring configuration: yellow, yellow

One-on-one single game, record 11 consecutive wins. "

"The current payout ratio between Huang Feng Kui Lang and Thousand Hands Shura is 2:1.3. Which one do you want to win, sir?" the maid said respectfully.

"One million, bet on 'Thousand-Handed Shura'." Huo Yuhao said calmly.

The face of the maid next to her changed slightly, and then she showed a professional smile.

"Okay, here's the bonus for you."

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The big soul fighting arena.

The duel that was about to begin was suddenly suspended by the organizer.

Xiao Wu and Dai Mubai in the general audience were a little surprised at this time.

"What happened to the organizer? Did something go wrong along the way?" Dai Mubai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Are they deliberately trying to fool them?" Xiao Wu suddenly became alert.

Yu Xiaogang was holding a "Collection of Soul Master Theory" in his arms at this time, looking at the arena below with a strategizing look.

Tang San off the court was also a little confused at this time.

What's going on here?

His opponent was equally confused and asked the staff at the scene.

However, the staff did not know the specific situation and said it was the intention of the superiors.

This made the atmosphere even weirder.

Many viewers began to cry out, "I'm going to make a scene," "I'm going to make a scene," or "I'm making a scene."

The spectators at the scene shouted start, start.

Everyone's emotions seemed to be ignited, and the calls for the start of the game became louder and louder.

The staff rushed to ask for instructions.

At this time, the manager of the Great Soul Fighting Arena was in front of Huo Yuhao, wiping the sweat from his forehead and negotiating something with him.

Finally, Huo Yuhao nodded and agreed, and the manager immediately felt like he had received amnesty.

Later, on the arena screen where everyone is watching.

The original compensation ratio of "Yellow Wind Kui Lang" and "Thousand-Hand Shura" has been changed:

3.5:1.1

There was an uproar at the scene.

The audience was buzzing with discussion.

The originally set compensation ratio actually changed again.

The lower the payout ratio, the greater the chance of winning.

The Great Soul Fighting Arena seems to be optimistic about "Thousand-Armed Shura" and thinks he has a good chance of winning.

But once "Huang Feng Kui Lang" wins, the big bettor "Huang Feng Kui Lang" will likely drain the prize pool.

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Ordinary auditorium

"Oops, they are trying to make a fool of themselves." Dai Mubai looked a little ugly.

"What do you say, Boss Dai?" Xiao Wu was a little anxious. She didn't quite understand what these changes in the payout rate meant. Anyway, she always blindly pressured Xiao San to win.

"It seems that the Big Soul Fighting Arena believes that Xiao San has a high winning rate, but once the opponent wins, the bettor will receive more than three times the rebate."

"Since they dare to adjust the payout ratio like this, there is a high probability that they will do it secretly and try every means to make Xiao San lose!" Dai Mubai's eyes were sharp.

"Then what should we do?" Xiao Wu almost cried.

"Don't worry, with Xiaosan's methods, even if he faces conspiracy, he may not lose." Dai Mubai folded his arms and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes." Xiao Wu immediately took out a dozen more golden soul coins and pressed them all on the side of "Thousand-Armed Shura".

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were fixed on the details of the exchange between the staff and "Huang Feng Kui Lang" off the court.

Did the organizer finally choose to play dirty tricks?

Whether Xiao San can survive it depends on him.

The real skill is to adapt to circumstances.

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VIP seats.

Huo Yuhao crossed his legs, shook the red wine in his hand, and calmly looked at the arena below.

Zi Ling was sitting next to her holding juice, dangling her short legs.

The manager of the organizer was waiting beside Huo Yuhao with a smile on his face. He was already sweating profusely.

Just kidding, with such a large capital injection, they would be fools not to adjust the payout ratio.

The winning rate of Thousand-Armed Shura is so high, the probability of winning is very high.

What they want is for Thousand Hands Shura to win so that they can recover their losses as much as possible.

At the same time, the audience was tricked into placing bets on "Huang Feng Kui Lang" and those gamblers followed the bets.

Their organizer did negotiate with "Huang Feng Kui Lang", but the content was not to let him win, but to lose.

When the time comes, the master's money will be returned in full, plus the winnings from the payout ratio; their organizers will take the opportunity to squeeze money from poor people and gamblers.

What? justice?

That only shows that you deserve it, and you dare to place random bets even if you can't see the situation clearly.

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The big spirit fighting arena, the arena.

"Hello, viewers, the next is the long-awaited showdown! 'Huang Feng Kui Lang' vs. 'Thousand-Armed Shura'!"

"Huang Feng Kui Lang once achieved a record of nine wins and three losses in one-on-one single matches in the Great Spirit Fighting Arena. He is also among the best among great spirit masters, and his strength cannot be underestimated."

"Thousand-Armed Shura is even more impressive. In the one-on-one single match, he won 11 out of 11 matches! Can he achieve greater success today?"

"Next, hand the stage to them! Give you a wonderful peak showdown!" Along with the host's sonorous and powerful introduction, the audience's emotions were immediately aroused.

Everything was ready again, and both sides had enough chips.

"Huang Feng Kui Lang" looked at the "Thousand-Armed Shura" opposite and couldn't help but wonder.

Could this guy be someone cultivated by the organizers of the Soto Great Spirit Fighting Arena? In order to let the opponent win, he actually let himself play a match-fixing match?

Although he felt very contemptuous in his heart, who could have trouble with money?

"Both parties are invited to activate the martial arts spirit!" the on-site referee loudly ordered.

"Yellow Wind Kui Lang" was immediately possessed by his martial spirit, and a vigorous gale wolf appeared behind him, with its flippers bent and standing on tiptoes, its palms turned into wolves with some gray hair, its eyes turned into forest green vertical pupils, and two yellow century-old spirit rings appeared under its feet. !

"Thousand-Hand Shura" raised his right hand, and slender blue grass appeared in the palm of his hand. The arena around him was covered with slender blue and silver grass, and two century-old soul rings appeared under his feet.

"Brother, come on!" The girl in pink clothes in the audience shouted loudly.

Judging from the audience's shouts of support for the object of the bet, the call of "Thousand-Armed Shura" in the entire scene was obviously more prosperous.

A trace of disdain flashed in Huang Fengkui Lang's eyes.

Tang San crouched, his eyes filled with a hint of purple.

"Start the showdown!"