As the betting continued, and with "fate," that elusive existence, being thrown into the ring of Martial Fight, the atmosphere grew even more intense.
Even those who were usually calm, at this moment, inexplicably fell into a fervor.
"A small bet, a small bet for pleasure."
".....An occasional gamble isn't bad." They, unwittingly stepped into it.
In Lu Ping'an's eyes, there was actually no difference between betting more or less, as long as they took part in "placing bets," entrusting their "gambling luck" to the boxers they supported, then, they had already entered the game.
And even more bizarre, as the "stakes" increased, those boxers who were blessed with "fortune luck" and "Qi Yun" strangely became stronger.
Some found their attacks became more fluid, some were suddenly struck by inspiration, some randomly encountered more advantageous "external conditions," or even just had their opponent directly fall over.
