Aiden's interest piqued as he observed the fight more closely. Despite the young man's frail appearance, his cultivation level was clearly higher than the burly man's. It was evident that the boy was deliberately holding back, putting on a show for the crowd. Aiden's sharp mind quickly pieced together the situation: this was a fixed match, designed to manipulate the bets.
The odds were heavily stacked against the frail boy, with a payout of 1 to 10, while the burly man had odds of 1 to 3. It was a classic setup to lure in those looking for a sure win, only to pull the rug out from under them.
Aiden smiled, recognizing an opportunity. He thought back to the last batch of immortal stones Shelly had given him before her ascension—1,000 low-grade stones. This was the perfect chance to multiply his wealth.
He made his way to the betting booth, ignoring the sneers and taunts from the crowd. "500 low-grade immortal stones on the kid," Aiden declared confidently.
