"As I wish?"
Xue Wuhen was taken aback, his eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at Xiao Yi with a playful expression, "Kid, you're not actually thinking about participating in the dueling arena, are you?"
In his eyes, Xiao Yi must have lost his mind.
The duels within the Combat Pavilion were a matter of life and death.
However...
All of this, in Xiao Yi's view, was exactly what he desired.
Wasn't this a great opportunity to make money?
Winning ten consecutive matches would yield one-tenth of the prize, and winning a hundred matches in a row would grant him all the wagers.
Such a streak of victories may be difficult for others.
But to Xiao Yi, it seemed as simple as reaching into a bag and taking what he needed.
Xiao Yi said indifferently, "Don't you just wish for me to join the duel in the Combat Pavilion?"
