Additionally, he set incredibly low odds for Ye Feng, so betting a single cultivation point would only yield 1.5 cultivation points if successful, naturally deterring anyone from betting.
In this round, even conservatively estimating, he would earn at least tens of thousands of cultivation points.
Moreover, as people kept calling their friends to join in, these figures would surely become even more astronomical.
Seeing this scenario, he thought he should properly thank Ye Feng, the War God.
"Let's go!" Meanwhile, as everyone continued betting, Ye Feng and Bill were already prepared and ready to start.
If it hadn't been for someone deliberately holding them back, they would have begun a long time ago.
Indeed, Duke Mitchell was worried that Ye Feng would instantaneously defeat Bill, hence the delay in starting.
"It seems this guy has recognized me?" Seeing the delayed start, Ye Feng flashed a sly smile.
Realizing he was being used, Ye Feng felt somewhat displeased.
