Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1444: Buy One, Lose Ten

"Wyatt... Wyatt Barnes Senior Brother accepted Sail Fenning Senior Brother’s Life and Death Duel challenge letter? Am I seeing things?"

"You’re not seeing things! I saw it too. He really accepted the challenge letter."

"Is he truly confident, or is he courting death?"

"That’s hard to say... But he doesn’t strike me as someone suicidal."

"Maybe he doesn’t even know Sail Fenning Senior Brother’s ’real strength.’

...

As Wyatt pressed his fingerprint on the Life and Death Duel challenge letter, a group of outer sect disciples in the distance erupted in uproar, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Clearly, this outcome was beyond their expectations.

As Wyatt Barnes walked away and disappeared from the sight of the outer sect disciples, they finally snapped out of their daze.

In mere moments, the news that Wyatt Barnes had accepted Sail Fenning’s Life and Death Duel swept through the entire outer sect region of Moon Radiance Sect like a hurricane, shocking everyone in the outer sect.

Both outer sect elders and disciples alike were in a state of uproar.

This outcome defied expectations.

"He accepted the Life and Death Duel I issued?"

Sail Fenning, upon receiving the news, froze for a moment. He hadn’t expected Wyatt Barnes to actually agree to the duel.

"Hmph! Since you seek death, I’ll gladly grant your wish."

Sail Fenning snorted coldly.

"Three days later, Martial Arts Performance Field, no retreat, no mercy!"

Soon after, Sail Fenning’s declaration spread across the outer sect area in less than half an hour.

"Happy to oblige."

Wyatt Barnes’s response was succinct.

Right after responding to Sail Fenning, Wyatt had just visited the outer sect Holy Stone distribution center to collect his entitled Holy Stones for the last two months since joining Moon Radiance Sect.

Outer sect disciples of Moon Radiance Sect could accumulate their Holy Stone allowance, which was different from Hill Mountain City’s City Lord Mansion’s Dragon Camp rules.

"Outer sect disciples living in private courtyards can receive one hundred seventh-grade Holy Stones and one thousand eighth-grade Holy Stones each month... equivalent to two thousand eighth-grade Holy Stones."

Wyatt Barnes had just collected two hundred seventh-grade Holy Stones and two thousand eighth-grade Holy Stones.

Now, in his possession, apart from the fifth-grade and fourth-grade Holy Stones Julia had given him, he held twelve thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones and a total of ten thousand eighth-grade Holy Stones.

The one thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones were given to him by his teacher, the City Lord of Hill Mountain City, Tabo Garcia.

As for the eighth-grade Holy Stones, those were collected previously in Dragon Camp.

Even after being accepted as Tabo’s disciple, Wyatt could still receive eighth-grade Holy Stones monthly in Dragon Camp... Of course, it’s not such a meager amount.

The additional eighth-grade Holy Stones were left to the young girl Maya back in Hill Mountain City, for her to hand over later to his sworn brother Isaias Hayden.

He did this because Isaias’s stubborn temperament meant that after accepting his Holy Stones once, he refused to ever take them again.

"Three days later, the life-and-death confrontation... Wonder if someone will set up a betting pool during that time."

Wyatt murmured to himself.

Soon, Wyatt discovered someone had indeed established a betting pool.

Moreover, the person who set up the pool wasn’t an outer sect disciple but an outer sect steward... and that steward was named Vein Weber!

Upon seeing Vein Weber, Wyatt couldn’t help but freeze.

He recognized this outer sect steward as one of the two stewards who followed the outer sect elder Pierce Reid two months ago during Moon Radiance Sect’s entrance examination.

Vein Weber’s betting setup was extraordinarily bold.

For the Life and Death Duel three days later, betting on Wyatt Barnes to win would offer one-to-five odds; betting on Sail Fenning to win was set at one-to-a-hundred odds.

In other words, betting one seventh-grade Holy Stone for Wyatt Barnes to win would earn five seventh-grade Holy Stones if he succeeded; whereas betting a hundred seventh-grade Holy Stones on Sail Fenning would only yield one extra seventh-grade Holy Stone if he won.

"Isn’t this payout absurd? Betting on Sail Fenning Senior Brother offers almost no profit!"

"That’s perfectly normal. Sail Fenning Senior Brother is an Earth List expert! In my opinion, the Life and Death showdown in three days is a sure win for Sail Fenning Senior Brother. That’s why I’m betting three hundred seventh-grade Holy Stones on him."

"I’ll place five hundred seventh-grade Holy Stones on Sail Fenning Senior Brother... Even the tiniest payout is still gain. As long as Sail Fenning Senior Brother triumphs, I can recover my investment and earn five Holy Stones on top!"

"This battle is completely one-sided. I’m betting on Sail Fenning Senior Brother’s victory too."

...

A crowd of outer sect disciples flocked to Vein Weber to place bets, almost all of them staking on Sail Fenning for victory. Despite the puny one-to-a-hundred odds, as one disciple aptly remarked, even a small gain is still gain.

Witnessing disciple after disciple bet on Sail Fenning, Vein Weber was initially indifferent, but as things progressed, his expression darkened.

Just like those outer sect disciples, he too believed Sail Fenning was bound to win in the upcoming duel!

He had assumed setting Wyatt’s odds to one-to-five would lure adventurous disciples to bet on the underdog... yet to his dismay, not a single person gambled on Wyatt Barnes’s victory.

"Why won’t any of you bet on Wyatt Barnes winning? If he wins, it’s a one-to-five payout!"

Vein Weber tried to coax the disciples before him, as if tempting them to gamble on Wyatt Barnes.

"Tch! Betting on Wyatt Barnes is essentially giving you money!"

"One-to-five doesn’t make sense for a duel as predictable as this. The odds aren’t appealing enough."

"I’ll wager one thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones on Sail Fenning Senior Brother’s victory."

"I’ll make an eight hundred Holy Stone wager on Sail Fenning Senior Brother too."

...

No matter how Vein Weber made his case, the outer sect disciples seemed set in their ways, obstinately sticking to bets on Sail Fenning and not even considering wagering on Wyatt Barnes’s victory.

"So little confidence in me?"

Standing in the distance, unnoticed by most people, Wyatt Barnes chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Looks like they all think I’ll be the one dead in three days."

Just then, Vein Weber’s voice rang out again.

"With so many bets placed on Sail Fenning, starting now... wagering on Sail Fenning will now offer one-to-two-hundred odds."

Vein Weber, who had been managing the bets, was now sweating bullets.

Although the earlier one-to-a-hundred odds for Sail Fenning were paltry, nearly all bets were on him... If this continues, it’s a dead loss for Weber.

So he adjusted the odds in time.

"Steward Weber, isn’t this completely unfair? Why do bets placed earlier on Sail Fenning Senior Brother have one-to-a-hundred odds, while ours only get one-to-two-hundred?"

"Exactly! Steward Weber, this is outright discrimination!"

...

Vein Weber’s abrupt odds revision sparked outrage in the crowd, creating chaos among those trying to place bets at two hundred-to-one odds instead of one hundred-to-one.

"Calm down."

Vein Weber hadn’t expected his comment to stir such pandemonium. "I haven’t finished speaking yet... The odds are being revised, but it’s not just for betting on Sail Fenning; the odds for betting on Wyatt Barnes are changing too."

"You were all present. Earlier bettors exclusively focused on Sail Fenning’s victory... Now, ask yourselves honestly, wouldn’t you have done the same?"

"I, Vein Weber, wouldn’t set up a gambling ring if I knew I’d only bleed money without gain. Otherwise, why would I trouble myself here?"

Vein Weber’s reasoning managed to quell the anger in the crowd of disciples, bringing nods in agreement.

"What’s the updated odds for betting on Wyatt Barnes’s victory?"

Several disciples asked eagerly.

"Betting on Wyatt Barnes’s victory now pays one-to-ten!"

Vein Weber gritted his teeth, declaring the odds. Since he didn’t believe Wyatt Barnes would win, setting the odds high didn’t seem like a big risk.

Moreover, he was convinced that such enticing odds would draw risky bets.

Soon, Vein Weber’s mood brightened.

Just as he expected, later bettors stopped solely wagering on Sail Fenning and some turned to bets on Wyatt Barnes. While those betting on Wyatt’s victory still remained few, their stakes were enough to ensure Vein Weber’s profits.

"One-to-ten?"

Wyatt Barnes, hearing his own odds rise this high, couldn’t help but feel tempted and briskly walked toward the betting area.

"Wyatt Barnes Senior Brother?"

"Wyatt Barnes Senior Brother is here! Is he here to place a bet himself?"

"He probably is."

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Noticing Wyatt Barnes, many outer sect disciples voluntarily made way for him.

"If I were him, I’d bet every single Holy Stone I owned for an all-in gamble... After all, in three days it’s either life or death! If he dies, hoarding wealth means nothing. But if he lives, the returns will be immense."

One of the disciples whispered.

"You’re absolutely correct. That’s exactly what I plan to do."

Wyatt gazed at the disciple who spoke, causing him to pale momentarily, then smiled faintly.

"Steward Weber, I’ll wager ten thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones... on myself for the win!"

Wyatt Barnes approached Vein Weber and declared.

Ten thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones!

Initially irritated by Wyatt’s presence, Vein Weber’s expression instantly shifted upon hearing Wyatt’s declaration, his gloom dissipating into a broad grin.

Two months ago, during the sect entrance examination, Wyatt Barnes had cost his nephew Uriel Weber his chance to join. Vein Weber had harbored a grudge ever since, wishing for Wyatt’s demise.

Naturally, seeing Wyatt earlier, his face reflected his displeasure.

But now, Wyatt was delivering ten thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones to him personally, brightening Vein Weber’s mood instantly.

Reflecting further, Vein Weber realized that in three days, Wyatt would be killed by Sail Fenning, indirectly avenging his nephew Uriel Weber’s humiliation.

To top it off, he’d pocket ten thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones.

In a moment, Vein Weber was overjoyed.

"Wyatt Barnes, looks like you’re supremely confident in yourself."

Receiving Wyatt’s ten thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones, Vein Weber quickly drafted a slip as record, stamping it with his fingerprint. "If, after three days, you emerge victorious, you can exchange this slip with me for one hundred and ten thousand seventh-grade Holy Stones."