Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation

Under the guidance of Wan Jinjiang, Ding Huan arrived at the Half Station Gambling House.

As to who had established the Half Station Gambling House, Wan Jinjiang didn't know either. All he knew was that after the existence of Half Still Immortal City, there came the Half Station Gambling House.

Moreover, Qian Zhenting, the City Lord of Half Still Immortal City, was one of the shareholders of the Half Station Gambling House.

This was also the reason everyone dared to place bets in the Half Station Gambling House. You might not know the real owner of the Half Station Gambling House, but you should at least be aware that a very important person was also involved in it.

Otherwise, who would dare to place bets carelessly?

The Half Station Gambling House was not lacking in people, and in this Immortal Sect ranking contest, pretty much any even slightly popular match had a betting market.

Here, there were not only betting markets for individual Immortal Sect matches but also for Immortal Sect ranking odds, elimination round odds, individual rank odds, and so on.

"Lao Liu, brother, here you can purchase a win for yourself. For instance, if you buy your own win for the next match, it's allowed here," said Wan Jinjiang, after taking Ding Huan around the gambling house and noticing that Ding Huan hadn't made a purchase yet, worried that Ding Huan didn't understand the rules, and so he proactively offered an explanation.

"Alright," Ding Huan approached the rank betting counter.

"May I ask, what are the odds for buying a first-place finish in an individual event?" Ding Huan inquired.

Wan Jinjiang, who overheard, felt a jolt in his heart. Right, why hadn't he thought of betting on Lao Liu to win first place in Fighting?

With Lao Liu's strength, only Zuo Liang had a chance to defeat him, so wasn't there a fifty percent chance too?

"Which Immortal Sect and which participating disciple do you want to buy for, and for which event's first-place finish?" the Cultivator at the window asked.

"The odds for participant number 3211 from Da Fan Immortal Sect, Lao Liu, winning first place in the Fighting competition," Ding Huan said.

"One to five," came the indifferent voice from the window.

That low? Ding Huan frowned. It seemed that the abilities he had shown had caught the gambling house's attention.

"Then let me ask another question, what are the odds for buying participant number 122 from Da Fan Immortal Sect, Lao Liu, winning first place in the Battle Array contest?

And what are the odds for Da Fan Immortal Sect winning first place in the Immortal Sect ranking contest?"

"The odds for participant number 122 from Da Fan Immortal Sect winning first in Battle Array is one to ten, and for Da Fan Immortal Sect to win first place in the Immortal Sect ranking contest, it is one to one hundred."

Hearing these odds, Ding Huan basically understood.

It appeared that the gambling house had done thorough investigations; his participation in one round of the Battle Array contest had caused his odds to decrease.

Otherwise, his odds for winning first in Battle Array would also have been one to one hundred.

As for Combat Talismans, he was now capable of refining level-four Immortal Talismans, but he didn't feel confident about winning first place, so he simply didn't bother asking.

"Help me bet on Da Fan Immortal Sect winning first place in this Immortal Sect ranking contest, one million High Grade Immortal Crystals."

As Ding Huan spoke, he threw a Storage Bag in.

If he weren't worried about the gambling house defaulting on a payout for not being able to afford it, Ding Huan would have directly bet ten million High Grade Immortal Crystals.

There were others who also made one million crystal bets; those were the popular ones. For example, betting on Eight-star Immortal Sect Jiukun Immortal Sect to win first place, or betting on Zuo Liang to win first in the Fighting contest.

But for someone like Ding Huan to bet one million High Grade Immortal Crystals on a Five-star Immortal Sect to win first place in the Immortal Sect contest, he was truly the first.

However, it didn't matter. The gambling house was open for business.

Buying a Five-star Immortal Sect to win first place in the Immortal Sect contest, they really didn't understand what this person was thinking.

For so long as the Immortal Sect contest had been held, the sects that ranked first were always Seven Stars or above, without exception.

So as far as the gambling house was concerned, the more Ding Huan bought, the better.

"I'll also buy ten thousand High Grade Immortal Crystals, betting on Da Fan Immortal Sect to win first place in this Immortal Sect ranking contest,"

Seeing Ding Huan buying one million High Grade Immortal Crystals and betting on Da Fan Immortal Sect to win first in the Immortal Sect contest,

Wan Jinjiang, without any hesitation, took out a hundred thousand High Grade Immortal Crystals and made the same bet as Ding Huan.

"Not bad, you've got an eye for it, Lao Wan," Ding Huan patted Wan Jinjiang, feeling that this guy was somewhat interesting, even his manner of address had become a bit more cordial.

Wan Jinjiang was overjoyed. Of course, he didn't believe that Da Fan Immortal Sect could actually win first place in the Immortal Sect ranking contest.

The reason he made the bet was that Ding Huan had just done so, and by betting the same as Ding Huan, it was natural to earn Ding Huan's favor.

If it had been before, taking out a hundred thousand High Grade Immortal Crystals would have been a strain on his resources.

These past few days, he had won a pile of Immortal Crystals, so taking out a hundred thousand wasn't even blink-worthy.

Ding Huan returned to the Fighting competition area, where the fifth round had also ended.

He saw the severely injured Yan Sha, and even Elder Mu was there. Both were waiting by platform number two, most likely for him.

Yan Sha had lost an arm, his complexion was pale as paper, and his temples had even gone somewhat gray.

The truth is, in the Fighting arena, not to mention disciples with severe injuries like Yan Sha, even those who lost their lives were numerous.

So, Yan Sha's condition didn't draw much attention from others.

"Lao Liu, brother," Yan Sha attempted to approach upon seeing Ding Huan arriving.

"Yan Sha, what happened to you?" Ding Huan frowned.

Yan Sha was a very humble person, and Ding Huan had also watched one of his rounds of combat, where Yan Sha never dealt harsh blows, and he had never severely injured an opponent after winning.

Elder Mu sighed, "Yan Sha didn't make it past the fifth round; he was severely injured by someone."

Yan Sha took a deep breath and said,

"Lao Liu Brother, I can't accept this. I came to you to tell you that the moment I exchanged blows with him, I knew I wasn't his match. I conceded immediately, but was still trapped by his Domain and couldn't break free.

The only thing I could do was to tell him that my elder brother was very strong and to ask him to show mercy. But this guy, for some reason, has a grudge against me and was determined to kill me.

In desperation, I burned my lifespan and, with the help of a Substitute Talisman, managed to exchange an arm for my life."

As Yan Sha said this, Ding Huan understood why Yan Sha was waiting for him here.

Yan Sha found it hard to swallow his pride and wanted his help to take revenge.

"What's his name?" Ding Huan had a good impression of Yan Sha and took on the grudge for him.

"The Eight-star Immortal Sect's Han Qiongsang from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion, one of the Top Ten Profound Immortals in the Great Immortal Domain, ranked third," Yan Sha said, gritting his teeth.

Ming Mu, standing beside them, said angrily, "That beast has gone too far. He's already cut off Yan Sha's arm and won the match, yet he even crushed Yan Sha's severed arm into a pulp."

Ding Huan patted Yan Sha's shoulder, "Yan Sha Junior Brother, since you've acknowledged me as your elder brother, as long as he can make it to the tournament, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

"Okay." Yan Sha clenched his fists, believing that Ding Huan could help him get revenge.

With Ding Huan's Heavenly Tribulation being so terrifying, how could his strength possibly be lacking? Moreover, Ding Huan had also watched his recent matches and was sure there was a chance to defeat Han Qiongsang.

"Alright, Elder Mu, you take Yan Sha Junior Brother back to heal."

After Ming Mu left, the sixth round of matches was about to begin.

Matches like this knockout competition got faster as they progressed.

After waiting for half an hour, it was Ding Huan's turn, and his opponent in the sixth round was a disciple from Extreme Shadow Immortal Sect.

In Ding Huan's eyes, he could only say that the disciple's Immortal Essence was robust. Making it to the sixth round was entirely due to depleting the opponents' strength with this robust Immortal Essence.

Sure enough, during the match against Ding Huan, the disciple started off completely defensive.

Ding Huan's first strike shattered the opponent's defense. Since it was a tournament match, it naturally had to be a back-and-forth fight, and then he knocked the opponent out of the ring with one strike.

How could you defend for so long and then let me knock you out with one strike?

Seeing his defense torn open by Ding Huan's single strike, the Cultivator panicked and decided to go on the offensive, attacking Ding Huan with full force.

To his relief, it seemed like only the first strike was dazzling; after that, the attacks were ordinary, keeping the match evenly matched.

At least on the surface, the Dao Rhythm crisscrossed, and Blade Lights danced on the stage.

Near the twentieth exchange, Ding Huan kicked the Cultivator—who was preparing a powerful move—off the stage.

How did I lose? Clueless after plummeting from the stage, the disciple from Extreme Shadow Immortal Sect was still in a daze.

After stepping down from the stage, Ding Huan waited for less than half an hour before facing the seventh round of the match.

In a similar fashion—over twenty exchanges—he blasted his opponent off the stage.

The eighth-round match followed, and with Ding Huan, there were around twenty exchanges before the opponents were blasted off the stage.

Some Cultivators had started noticing a pattern: those fighting against number 3211 from Da Fan Immortal Sect typically ended the fight within about twenty moves.

No matter how strong or weak, the time to get blasted off the stage was almost the same.

Some attentive Cultivators also discovered that those who had made it this far had killed at least one person or several people.

Even if they hadn't killed their opponents, they had at least seriously injured them in several matches.

Only against number 3211, Lao Liu, there were almost no injured parties, let alone killings.

Except for Yu Sancheng, who acted arrogantly in front of number 3211 and had his facial bones crushed by a kick from Ding Huan.

Number 3211's reputation gradually became known to everyone and soon spread throughout the Fighting competition area.

When everyone learned that even Yu Sancheng was defeated by number 3211, number 3211 started getting hot in the Gambling House.

After the eighth round, Ding Huan hadn't even stepped down from the stage before welcoming the ninth round of the match.

This was also the last round of the knockout phase, followed by the tournament.

"Xianwu Palace's He Qi pays respect to Lao Liu Elder Brother." The Cultivator who came up this time was very courteous to Ding Huan—who didn't know Ding Huan's reputation now as someone who had defeated one of the Top Ten Profound Immortals?

A member of Xianwu Palace? Seeing the Cultivator wearing the Xianwu Palace's garment, Ding Huan immediately thought of Chong Qingyun.

That Chong Qingyun who had schemed against Fu Yuxing was also from Xianwu Palace.

Back in Eternal Immortal Dao City during the competition for the True Spirit World, he had exchanged blows with Chong Qingyun.

However, at that time, it was a Battle Array.

Chong Qingyun was outsmarted by him; it was uncertain if this guy was still in Xianwu Palace.

Whether he was from Xianwu Palace or not, Ding Huan had no interest in wasting words with him. After this ninth round, he would have to prepare for the first round of Combat Talisman and the second round of Battle Array.

As for the Fighting tournament, there would be plenty of time for that.

The tournament would last one day, with ten stages available for matches. During that day, whenever you want to challenge, you could simply go ahead and challenge.

So, right after his opponent finished speaking, Ding Huan's longsword quickly slashed over.

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