[Perhaps the sight of a life cleaved in two by a single sword is too cruel. No one dared to step onto the stage for a long time, and the crowd grew restless, their muttered curses filling the air...]
[As you leaped onto the duel stage, the jeers swiftly turned into cheers. The female servers in kimonos swung between the seats, their trays piled with betting chips in no time.]
[The tray of the girl in a red kimono was piled high, while that of the girl in the blue kimono held one conspicuous money bag and a small amount of bets.]
[You suddenly realized – only a handful of people bet on you. The audience had hedged their bets on the swordsman you faced.]
"Heh, soon you won't even a shred of clothing left..."
Lin Xun felt he had bet too low; If there was an option to raise the stakes, he might have put everything he had on this duel stage.
While others gambled, he was like wind sweeping money into his bowl. The two were fundamentally different.
