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On the arena, the battle was intensely gripping.
Lin Zheyu deliberately suppressed his strength, engaging in a back-and-forth exchange with his opponent.
Below the arena, most were betting on Lin Weizhuo to win. Seeing Lin Weizhuo seemingly gaining the upper hand, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Only the people around the betting table were a bit more composed.
They needed to observe the Martial Artist's fight, to judge the approximate strength range of the Martial Artist from a few battles.
Then, based on the battle data, they would set the odds.
If they set the odds carelessly, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.
"Mr. Yang, do you think this person is promising?"
The man in charge of this arena, seeing the old man beside him watching the newly entered Martial Artist with interest, couldn't help but feel curious.
The old man's strength was not visible, with no trace of energy fluctuations emanating, resembling an ordinary old man.
