Abyss Dominator System

"This kid... he's really full of himself, actually daring to bet a hundred billion on himself!"

"F*ck, what a rich guy!"

Someone was shocked.

"Hehe, I also bet on Bai Yan to win, I put down thirty million. Come on, Bai Yan, you gotta give it your all!"

Someone was secretly pleased, then shouted loudly.

"I'm laughing, do you really think Bai Yan can win against Sima Moyi? I bet on Sima Moyi to win! I put down two billion!"

Someone was arrogantly disdainful, causing a burst of amazed exclamations from the crowd.

"Rich people!"

"To actually dare to make such a huge bet, you must know some insider info!"

"No, I've got to bet on Sima Moyi to win too!"

"That's not right! With Bai Yan putting down so much money, he must have an ace up his sleeve! I'm going to bet on Bai Yan to win!"

The discussion from the crowd reached the ears of a few elderly people.

Sima Xuanxuan laughed heartily, sitting in his chair, he turned to Bai Yan and teased, "My dear nephew, what a clever move. With just a hundred billion, you've reversed the odds."

Sima Xuanxuan thought that Bai Yan was drumming up support for himself.

Money is inconsequential, but as a person of Dragon's Rise, you must give others the illusion of being undefeatable in the world!

If you're not confident, how do you qualify to be the Guardian God of Hua Xia?

"Winning or losing doesn't matter, as long as you're happy."

Bai Yan smiled, his demeanor incredibly refined.

"Mo Yi, did you place a bet?"

Sima Xuanxuan turned his head towards Sima Moyi, these days, Xuanxuan had been keeping Moyi by his side, valuing him greatly.

"Replying to great ancestor, I placed just a billion, betting on myself to win, just for a bit of fun."

Sima Moyi glanced at Bai Yan, then laughed and said, "I also need to thank Brother Bai for driving up the odds. Otherwise, even if I win with my billion, it wouldn't make much money."

Sima Moyi's words, overt and covert, were full of sarcasm.

So what if you bet a hundred billion on yourself to win?

In the end, won't the profit still go to those who bet on Sima Moyi to win?

"Brat, I want to see how you're going to win!"

Master Blood Dragon sneered coldly. Although he cherished Bai Yan, he couldn't stand Bai Yan's sometimes flashy style.

You say you're betting on yourself, then bet, but why make such a big deal out of it!

Even if you are certain to win, don't say it out loud! With such a big bet, even ghosts know you're sure to win!

This kid is good in every way but sometimes, when he's low-key, he's dead low-key; yet when he decides to make a splash, he shocks everyone.

"Humph!"

Master Blood Dragon huffed and stood up, throwing his sleeves, and called out loudly, "The competition begins!"

"The first match, Sima Moyi! Other participants, feel free to fight!"

Master Blood Dragon's move had profound implications!

The competition had just begun, and he brought out Sima Moyi, forcing Bai Yan to enter the fray for a quick decision.

This Master Blood Dragon, he's also an impatient one.

"Sima Moyi!"

"As soon as Sima Moyi steps into the arena, aside from Bai Yan, no one can compete!"

"F*ck, starting off with such high stakes? My little heart can't take this!"

The crowd exclaimed one after another, all looking at Sima Moyi.

Sima Moyi remained calm, his body levitated, gracefully floating up to the largest platform and sitting down on a meditation cushion.

"The other contestants may challenge as they wish!"

Master Blood Dragon shouted loudly, then sat down and glanced at Bai Yan with a nearly imperceptible look, signaling for Bai Yan to enter the fray.

"Hmm, this tea isn't bad."

Bai Yan sipped his tea, bantering with Sofia, with no intention whatsoever of entering the competition.

This damn kid, what the hell is he up to!

Master Blood Dragon was so angry he was almost spitting blood!

This kid can't see the obvious; Sima Moyi is already on stage, and he's still not going up to face him?

The other thirty-some contestants were eagerly looking at Bai Yan on the stage, all waiting to witness a clash between the strong.

"Why hasn't Bai Yan taken the stage?"

"Could it be that he's chickened out?"

"He must be scared, Sima Moyi has been sitting up there for five minutes, and Bai Yan still doesn't dare to go up!"

"Damn it, is it too late to change my bet now? I want to bet on Sima Moyi to win!"

The spectators exclaimed in amazement, puzzled staring at Bai Yan sitting in his chair.

He still remained unmoved, like a mountain, savoring the tea, his expression serene.

"Petty pretense!"

"He thinks by not entering the arena he can avoid a defeat? Once Young Master Sima deals with the other participants, he'll have no choice but to fight!"

"I guess Brother Bai wants the others to wear down Young Master Sima's will and Loyal Soul first, then when he is exhausted, he'll seize the moment in his prime to take down Young Master Sima!"

"Darn, Bai Yan is indeed shameless!"

Many of the Abnormals friendly to the Sima Family started agitating in the crowd, and the whispers below all tilted in one direction.

There were those calling for Bai Yan to step up, and those cursing and mocking him.

A roar like a mountain tsunami arose; the crowd's anger had been stoked, everyone denouncing Bai Yan's cowardice and timidity.

"Are you afraid you can't beat him?"

True Person Blood Dragon couldn't help himself and whispered to Bai Yan.

"He is not yet qualified to compete with me."

Bai Yan responded with a light smile, his tone indifferent, yet filled with unparalleled confidence.

"Wow, young man! Everyone's eyes are on you. Are you going to face the challenge or not..."

True Person Blood Dragon was amused before he could finish his words.

Sitting on the grand platform, Sima Moyi suddenly stood up, glaring at the competitors below, and lastly setting his gaze on Bai Yan sitting on the chair.

"I'm already in the ring; why do you not dare fight!"

Sima Moyi was serious, his gaze fixed on Bai Yan: "The battle of destiny, you can't escape it! Come on, let's decide who is truly destined to rise like a dragon!"

Sima Moyi's words immediately aroused loud opinions from the spectators below.

"What a battle of destiny it is!"

"When titans clash, it's inevitable. Why does Bai Yan hesitate to step forward?"

"Bai Yan, come on down! Sima Moyi is challenging you!"

The crowd below was stirring up, shouting loudly.

"The battle of destiny?"

Bai Yan smiled dismissively and shook his head; this young man wanted to elevate himself to a status on par with Bai Yan so that even if he could not get the position of the dragon rising, at least people would remember him.

Win or lose, the title of a destined rival to a dragon rising figure is inescapable. This would only benefit Sima Moyi and the Sima Family; there were no downsides.

If he wins, he gains a rising dragon for nothing; if he loses, he will not be forgotten and will still maintain incredibly high popularity - a significant boon to the Sima Family!

This was Sima Moyi's well-calculated strategy, his press manipulation and campaigning were all for a match with Bai Yan!

Originally, Sima Moyi was somewhat uncertain about competing with Bai Yan for the Dragon Vein Talent.

But when he saw Bai Yan just smiling and still not willing to enter the ring, a sense of assurance swelled in Sima Moyi's heart.

This Bai must have chickened out!

"Bai Yan, come and compete! Stop wasting time, you cannot escape! Better to lose to me than someone else!"

Sima Moyi, pointing at Bai Yan in the center, bellowed with a proud expression, as if the old Sima Moyi, the Heavenly Pride, had returned.

Sima Xuanxuan saw this scene and his face clouded over.

"He's just a child, too impatient."

Bai Yan casually smiled and waved his hand dismissively to the crowd below.

Chen Wuwei leaped onto the platform and sat cross-legged on the cushion opposite Sima Moyi.

"Who are you?"

Sima Moyi's gaze was sharp, looking straight at Chen Wuwei.

"Chen Wuwei, the chief disciple under Bai Yan! I ask for Young Master Sima's instruction."

Chen Wuwei spoke calmly, legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, his back straight.

"Chen Wuwei?"

Sima Moyi sneered, waving his hand dismissively: "Step down, let Bai Yan come up! A nobody like you has no right to interfere with this battle of destiny!"

"Please give me your instruction, Young Master Sima."

Chen Wuwei still had an indifferent expression.

"I said, get down!"

Sima Moyi's face darkened, as he bellowed furiously, he would not allow anyone to disturb his perfect plan!

Bai Yan stood smiling on the stage, silent.

Bai Yan's indifferent attitude infuriated Sima Moyi to no end.

"Please give me your instruction, Young Master Sima!"

Chen Wuwei reiterated indifferently.

"Fine! Very well then! Chen Wuwei, the chief disciple of Bai Yan, today I will defeat the disciple before the master, this will be a story to tell!"

Sima Moyi, laughing in anger, coldly watched Chen Wuwei: "Come on! Let me teach you what the true controller of the dragon vein is!"

Compete with me?

With the Beijing Dragon Vein within me, holding the Dragon Vein Divine Map in my hand, what right does a nearly dead old man have to challenge me!

Facing Bai Yan, Sima Moyi might feel uneasy, but against Chen Wuwei, who only possessed S-rank strength, he was full of confidence in victory.

"The contest begins!"

True Person Blood Dragon, quite annoyed, glared at Bai Yan and then loudly announced the start of the first match.