The red-haired elder pondered.
A hundred thousand spirit crystals, for someone in the Great Martial Master Realm, or even a lower martial artist, is an astronomical figure.
But to a Martial Lord, it's a bit more manageable.
A Martial Lord, revered as a grandmaster in the Solarian Empire, is undoubtedly a top-tier powerhouse. Compared to them, a Great Martial Master is far inferior, so naturally, their wealth is incomparable.
Yet, a hundred thousand spirit crystals is no small sum. Even a Martial Lord has to weigh it carefully.
"Old Monster Red, what's wrong? Afraid to bet? If you don't dare to, just say it outright, don't be stubborn!"
Willis Adler taunted.
"Who said I don't dare to bet? I'll bet then. There are so many witnesses here. I hope you won't back out."
Replied the red-haired elder.
"Hahaha, I fear you're the one who'll back out, Old Monster Red. Your Cloud Fruit is mine!"
Willis Adler laughed heartily, feeling extremely confident.
