As Tyler stood victorious in the center of the arena, the crowd erupted into chaos. Cheers, shouts, and groans of despair echoed throughout the venue, a mixture of joy and frustration spreading like wildfire.
"Unbelievable! That kid actually won!" someone shouted, unable to contain their surprise.
Another man, clutching a bag of spirit stones with shaking hands, cried out in joy, "I'm rich! I bet on him—he actually did it! I'm going to make a fortune!"
But not everyone shared in the joy. Several men with slumped shoulders and dark expressions muttered curses under their breath, glaring at Tyler as if his victory had personally offended them.
"Damn it… I bet everything on the other guy," one man growled, his face twisted in frustration. "How could that brat win? He's only in the Qi Refining stage!"
Another gambler, pale from his losses, muttered, "I lost everything. How… how is this possible? He must have some trick up his sleeve."
