68 Rolling the Gambling

A man with a broken body entered the arena. His body didn't show the numerous scars that he had received since he had removed it. Yet he still had lost some of his body parts to show his experience in the brutal arena. The incomplete arms carried a sword and a shield. They were not special and even could be said as poor quality.

That person was 100 Slayers. He was actually only a rogue cultivator. One day he had an unreconciled problem with the Redwood family. The lone cultivator decided to use his own hand and attacked a few branches of Redwood family's stores. The strong got the last words, he was captured and sent to the arena.

Redwood family put him into an arena to repay his damage rather than killing him directly. In this place, he could create some interesting life and death fights before the family finished him. The audiences wouldn't care about such a story. It was hidden by the powerful families' lies. They all only knew that he was a killer of one hundred lives.

100 Slayers looked into the beast in front of him. It was still in a cage, yet its saliva already filled its mouth. The Tiger was dark. Even its eye was deep black. If it went into a shadow, people would hardly see it.

He could see the Tiger also had some healed scar. The scar on its face was left there. It was a mark of its fight. 100 Slayers saw the beast lost its tail and one of its ears. However, this was the proof of a dangerous demon beast. This Phantom Tiger had experience in the arena.

"Grrr..." The tiger tried to intimidate. A demon beast had some intelligence, they wouldn't act like a common beast or animal. They would think about strategy, even if they weren't as smart as a cultivator.

To ensure their brutality, the arena made the demon beast skipped its meal. It would still have the strength to fight, yet it would fight under the instinct to get food.

[I will defeat you.] The 100 Slayer said in his heart.

After this fight, he would be released from all his crimes. This was a rule created by the World Arena Union. Everyone who made an official arena must follow the WAU's rules. The rule would allow the fighter to fight with his all. Their freedom traded with ten life and death fights.

Trevon stopped his painting for this time. He actually didn't need the models anymore. As a cultivator, he could use his memory and spiritual sense to perfectly capture a condition. The young painter just needed to move the image on his head into a drawing. However, seeing was more fun. [Hwehwehwe.]

He saw the arena, which used to be just a common stage had been changed. There was an iron cage which covered the entire arena. This cage would prevent the demon beast from escaping and hurt the audience. the World Arena Union had a standard to ensure proper safety measures.

"The fight between Shadow Tiger and the 100 Slayer will start in Ten..." The announcer said.

"Nine..." Audiences continued to count.

"Eight..."

"Seven..."

"Six..."

"Five..."

"Four..." The small cage who trapped Phantom Tiger started to be lifted above. A pulley helped some slaves to raise the cage slowly.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

"Let's the fight starts!"

The Tiger ran from the cage. It quickly jumped to the arena wall. This demon beast used its agility to get closer to the small human.

100 Slayer also wanted to be free. He raised his shield and prepared to receive a clash.

A jump from the Phantom Tiger showed its name. Its flashed into shadow after touching the cage wall. The tiger suddenly appeared at the slayer's left side. It raised its claw and used a simple scratch.

The slayer raised his shield in his left hand higher, he was a right-handed man. This attack didn't affect him too much. He only needed to move back to make the impact disappear.

"Fire Sword!" The slayer screamed. He burned the fire particle near his sword to make his sword blazed with fire. 100 Slayer countered the Tiger attacked with a vertical slash of his sword.

The phantom tiger was also no weakling. It rolled and used its advantage in its agility. Demon Beasts had a more powerful physical body than a human warrior. While 100 Slayer had tempered his body, the beast had been strong from its birth.

Another claw quickly slashed after the Phantom Tiger disappeared. Trevon saw its status.

[Name: Unnamed]

[Age: 66 Years 52 Month]

[Sex: Male]

[Species: Phantom Tiger]

[Potential: 20/20]

[Determination: 68]

[Cultivation Speed: 31]

[Loyalty: 60]

[Talent: Running, Biting]

[Ability: Phantom Dash, Shadow Claw]

[That must be its ability Phantom Dash.] Trevon thought.

He watched the show with the beautiful attendants. These death matches were the most interesting fights in the arena. It would be a huge loss if Trevon missed it. Even the charming attendants loved to see this match. They were the citizen of this dangerous world and they were only spectators in a safe position.

Of course, Master Rabbink hadn't influenced this fight. It always did things at the perfect time. Only when necessary, it would participate. The warrior and the demon beast were separated after some probing clashes.

"The testing period had been over." Jamies said. "What do you think brother Jesse?"

"This is the super fight. A fight between high ranking warrior was always very fast or very long. I believe this fight would be very short. Phantom Tiger would use its speed to defeat its opponent. Look! The tiger moves!!!" The commentator screamed.

This time Phantom Tiger used his most powerful ability. It disappeared into a shadow.

"It disappeared!!!" The girls screamed. Another advantage of working in the VIP box was the attendants also could watch some fights in the best position. The VIP Box has a wide view of the arena from above the other spectators. During the most interesting fight, the customer would always prefer the fight than the girl. Therefore, they could also watch.

Trevon was a warrior, unlike the girl he could see the Phantom Tiger. "The Tiger is above the warrior." He pointed to above yet a bit slightly right of 100 Slayer.

"Eh?" The girl finally found the tiger when the tiger was already closed. The tiger opened its jaw and tried to bite the Slayer.

"It managed to bite his right shoulder. This is brutal." The commentator screamed. "Holy God!"

"The Slayer bashed the Tiger with the shield. It was a trade between a Tiger's head and a Human's arm. Would the human win? Would the Tiger win?"

Some ladies and men in the audience started to close their eyes with their hands. While they were afraid of such brutality, the atmosphere also excited people.

"Tell me, Young Master. Is the fight over?" Kasandra hugged Trevon. Trevon knew the girl was pretending, they had worked in this arena. Blood and Brutal weren't strange words to them.

"It's over." Trevon said. The girl peeked from her long finger.

A warrior raised a death Tiger on its arm.

"This is another upset. Another upset." Jamies declared. "This is as you said before, Brother Jesse. It would be very long or very fast. What is your other opinion?"

"This couldn't be. The Tiger clearly had bitten The Slayer. It had managed to immobilize the Slayer's attacking force. Is the Slayer actually a left-handed? His left shield bashes are stronger than his right-hand slashes. I could only think that he managed to make the tiger unconscious with his first bash. Losing your mind in the arena is fatal in a battle. He was lucky."

"He will become a free man. What do you think?"

"His freedom is protected by the arena. By winning ten consecutive matches, this proved The God believes 100 Slayer is innocent. He is innocent."

The commentator wanted to speak different thing since they worked for the Redwood family. Yet, it was the scenario that should be said after any freedom match. The commentators must act as a World Arena Union representative to clean the winner's name. This was to prevent a future feud between the arena and the winner.

Some doctors appeared on the stage. Whether the Slayer would survive or not in the outside world was a different thing. The Redwood family would need to give the winner medical treatment.

The arena once again cleaned.

"You must be my lucky Goddess Kasandra!" Trevon acted like he was surprised with his huge victory. "I must give you more rewards."

Trevon took another piece of jewelry from his storage rings. This time it was a pair of earrings.

Trevon knew giving a ring was dangerous. A man must be careful before giving one. That meant a commitment. He only gave either a bracelet, a pair of earrings, or a necklace. Which he gave depended on which part of the girl that he wanted to touch. It might be her hand, her hair, or her ear. Sometimes he even gave the rare foot bracelet, if he found a beautiful lady with a beautiful pair of legs.

"Come closer to me! Hwehwehwe." Trevon called Kasandra. He placed the earring on her beautiful ear. The young master could smell the rose fragrance from the lady's body.

"Knock... Knock... Knock..."

"Who is it?" Trevon didn't think it was Jerry. He should be waiting for a bit more time.

"Good morning, Sir. Do you want some refreshment?" He heard some voices.

Trevon went to the door. He felt unhappy someone disturb him. Nevertheless, he could be angry after seeing the beautiful face. "No. Thank you. However, I think I need you inside." Trevon smiled.

"Ah? I am sorry, Young Master. I am only a maid who doesn't offer any service. Please call me if you want something!" The girl bowed before she left the room.

"Young Master, could we take a break to repair our makeup." Kasandra asked.

"Oh! You want to run away after you got a prize." Trevon teased. "This can't do. You must leave somebody in this room. Hehehe." He hugged Kasandra and didn't want to release her. [Hwehwehwe.]

"I will wait with Young Master then. I haven't got a reward." Camile pouted.

"Do not worry Camile! I will give the chance next round." Trevon hugged the girl. "I believe you don't need a reward to stay in here. Hwehwehwe."

"Yeah! Even without the reward, you have already made us feel rewarded. Is that right, Beatrike?" The girl faced turned red from the memory.

"Of course, Young Master. How about I wait while they repair their makeup first." Beatrike said with a red face, she also felt hot from the memory.

"Good! You should be slower." Trevon told the other two girls. "I will teach Beatrike how to pose first. Hwehwehwe."

"No way! I couldn't survive if I was alone with young master." Beatrike acted afraid.

"Which pose we should use? Hwehwehwe." Trevon enjoyed his time.

[Live should be like this.] Trevon thought. He even forgot all the troubles in front of him.

The two beautiful ladies went to the lady toilet. It was a staff only.

Kasandra and Camile opened a locker and pulled their makeup bags.

"What did you do in the room?" The previous maid who entered the room had been waiting for them.

"We only served a customer." Kasandra and Camile nervously answered.

"Our boss wanted to meet you. Come here!" The girl knocked on the wall. "Knock... Tap... Knock... Tap..."

A secret door suddenly sided and a secret passage appeared. An old man with a long bear came from the secret passage.

"Good Morning, Manager!"

"I want you to report everything that young master did in the room. I believe he was manipulating the matches."

"Eh?" The girls were surprised. They quickly told their manager about their modeling, about their gambling play, and some small details.

"So... He asked you who to bet the next time?" The manager seemed in a deep thought.

"Yes, Manager." The girls answered.

"Good! The next round, Camile, you suggest him to select The Giant Beard. He is the popular contestant. He won't find it strange. The arena would guarantee your safety."

"I will, Manager."

"Good." The manager closed the hidden door again.

This exchange took five minutes. The girls were even helped by other girls to repair their makeup to make the time.

They returned and found Trevon was sitting in the painting canvas while creating a new painting. It was the painting of Beatrike.

"Aih... You girls are so long. Beatrike already saw the heaven five minutes ago." Trevon teased the girl.

Beatrike was lying on a sofa while her breathing still short. A face full of contentment, and a slightly pink adorned her face. This was another beauty painted by Trevon's skills.

"Good! I have made the rough sketch. This should be the time to bet for the next round."

As confirming Trevon words, Jerry knocked on the door. Cleaning an arena after a dead match usually took more times.

"Come in!" Trevon shouted. He was still busy to paint his painting.

Jerry came into the room. He didn't feel it was strange to his young master and a girl in an embarrassing position. His young master was famous for his debauchery in Bluestar.

"What's the result?" Trevon already knew since he watched the previous fight.

"Another victory!" Jerry also confused. [Did our young master manage to purchase the fighters? The last fight was a demon beast in a life and death battle.]

"Good! We will continue to roll the gamble. What is the next match?" Trevon took the booklet. "Is this The Giant Beard very strong? He had a record of fifteen consecutive wins." The booklet would give some general data about the fighter.

"His opponent Little Rio was a newcomer with three wins and two losses." Trevon read. "What kind of battle is this? Isn't it too half-sided?" Trevon asked the girls. They had watched more Redwoods Arena fights than Trevon.

"Young Master, this Small Rio is a son of a famous warrior. You might have heard the name Angus Rio?" Beatrike explained to Trevon. This would affect their arena credibility if the audience thought that the match was not balanced.

"Ah! I have heard him. Yet, his son didn't seem to inherit his father's prowess." Trevon said. He looked into the Little Rio's match statistic.

"This is why Camile thinks the winner would be The Giant Beard." Camile said. She couldn't miss the chance to state her opinion.

"Look at this girl! Already waiting for your jewelry. Fine. Jerry, select this Giant thing for the next bet!" Trevon acted like he didn't care.

Jerry only nodded. In his heart, he felt crazy. [Both the young master and his family are crazy. This is already a crazy number.]

"Lets us make your personal painting! Hwehwehwe." Trevon laughed. Actually, he was happier because of the second reason. [I should have close to one and half million spirit stones. You have to have a God's Blessing before a gamble. This is a sure win.]

Master Rabbink was annoyed by Trevon. "Couldn't you see that I worked hard? It isn't easy to change a destiny, even for a God Rabbink." The Rabbink actually preferred to eat than to watch an arena fight.

[I am also working hard. Don't you see I pretend to act?] Trevon found some excuses. [You are really a God. Bless our victory!]

"Hmph... Remember our deal! This Rabbink wanted to purchase many foods."

Trevon couldn't request Master Rabbink's help just for his compensation. He was only allowed to get two and a half million spirit stones that originally should be him. The rest of winning money would be used to increase Master Rabbink food's foods knowledge on Trevon's planet.

Trevon came a bit late, so he only started from the second session. They still had another three sessions today. That would mean twelve chances to gamble. [This Rabbink would obtain so many spirit stones. I will never gamble against a God of Destiny.]

[There would be a food draught with the money obtained by this Rabbink.] Trevon sighed. Common foods were cheap and this Rabbink would win three to four hundred million spirit stones if the gamble continued and won. Redwood family would bleed money with his tactic.

Master Rabbink had returned to above the arena. There were too many hot scenes in Trevon's VIP Box. It was a God Rabbink, so it didn't care about a human body. [Foods are better than those slim and lack fat bodies! The fluffy is the beauty.] It kept eating foods and snack. As a Rabbink it would be a disgrace not to have any foods.

Five minutes later the arena was already prepared.

"This match is the most important match in today's second series." Jamies "Because the undefeated, The Giant Beard will fight against the contender the son of a legend... Little Rio."

Two Fighter arrived from a different side of the arena.

"Eh? Gwahahaha." Master Rabbink laughed. "They want to fix the match."

Trevon could hear Master Rabbink's voice. [Could you change it?]

"Who is this Rabbink?"

Trevon stopped his painting. "I want to see the match." While he knew Master Rabbink was powerful the fighters had already fixed the match. Fixing only worked when you targeted certain individual. It was the arena strategy to prevent a huge loss. If certain money was involved, they could fix some matches.

[I shouldn't win that much money, right? Why had they already watched me?] Trevon confused. [I shouldn't have won that big compared to an arena's income.] Trevon had prepared to face arena's tricks. Nevertheless, that was after some consequent victories.

If the Arena Manager heard that, he would bleed blood. That was tiny if it was based on the yearly income. This one million would damage their arena for some time. However, it wasn't just one million.

"Brother Jesse, what do you think?"

"Thank you, Brother Jamies. This is an interesting match between two powerful warriors. While it wasn't a death match. Their prestige was gambled on this match. However, I didn't see any way for Little Rio to win. He wasn't his father. I am totally confident in The Big Beard. The Big Beard had proven his battle mantle on the arena. He was one the Arena King."

"If you were Little Rio what would you do, Brother Jesse?"

"I will start the fight with a sudden attack to prevent this becoming a prolonging match. Big Beard has the huge stamina for a long match. If the legendary Angus Rio had given him some secret martial arts, he might win by a very small margin. He needs the surprise factor. Unfortunately, this Big Beard is also known for his concentration during a battle. This is why it is impossible."

Trevon watched the two fighters entered the arena. The Big Beard was very small and thin old man while the Little Rio was very big. [What is with the name?]

The Big Beard was only one and a half meter tall. It had a very long beard, which almost touched his feet. Little Rio was a two-meter-tall man with a muscled body. He looked like a giant in front of the Big Beard.

"Three..." The audience already counted the number.

"Two..."

"One..."

"Let's the fight starts!"

Soon both fighters pretended to test their opponents. They were told to fix this match. Little Rio must win.

"Flame Punch! What a classic attack from Little Rio. Every fighter in Heavenly Phoenix must have learned this martial art." Jamies commented.

"There is a difference. This is a feint. That is a secret attack. Perfect! As I have suggested. Good timing! He will win!!!" Jesse told the audience. His voice couldn't be heard by the fighter.

"Oh! This is absurd." Jammie said.

"I couldn't comment." Jesse also said the same.

[Is this possible?] Trevon felt the Rabbink's was too much.

Everyone was surprised with what happened. Little Rio was in a very advantageous position. He made a perfect surprise attack. He used his father secret attack and almost touched the Big Beard when Big Beard wasn't ready.

"I couldn't believe it. One minute ago, Little Rio managed to time his secret attack. Forming a fake Flame Punch but suddenly changed into his family martial art. It is the martial arts made famous by the powerful Angus Rio. He executed his family '5 Tiger Palms'. It is a very powerful Peak Rank 1 warrior martial art. However, he suddenly got seizures. He still has convulsive seizures." Jammie complained.

"Yes, he experienced a deviation. This is a dangerous and very rare situation. This showed you should never use a martial art that you are not confident in it. It isn't enough to cultivate your rank, you have to master your martial arts too." Jesse explained. He was the martial art expert.

The Big Beard on the field didn't know what to do. [I couldn't pretend that I got hit by the failed attack and fainted, right? Should I pretend to slip and knocked myself before Little Rio?]

Yet, Little Rio fell unconscious. Some foams appeared in his mouth.

[Sh*t! I couldn't pretend now.] The Big Beard wanted to cry, he would get some punishment from the arena management. He had already received a huge money deal.

"We don't know what happened to Little Rio. We only hope that he could recover and fight again in the arena." Jammie commented.

"That is impossible. He is lucky if he manages to survive today's incident." Jesse commented.

"Let us pray for Little Rio!" Jamies the announcer didn't know the manager's plan.

The medic team entered the arena. They tried to help Little Rio. The fight was ended.

"Boooo..."

"Booo..."

"Boooo..."

"Boooo..."

"Boooo..."

"We want a fight! We want a fight!"

The audience felt the match lack the entertaining factor.

Kassandra and Camile were the shocked one. [Did the manager want this young master to pick The Big Beard? How could he win?] They looked at each other.

"Hahaha! I win. I win. Four times in a row. I will give you this jewelry. Come here, Camile! You must be my lucky Goddess."

Camile didn't know whether she felt happy or sad.

"Let us continue the gamble! All run until I fell!" Trevon screamed.

"Knock... Knock..."

Trevon opened the door and saw another attendant.

"You! Come here join to serve today! I have a huge victory today. Pick the next match!" Trevon took the booklet while bringing the girl inside. He still had three more sessions today.

"..." The girl was surprised. She didn't know what to do. Her manager instructed her to bring the attendants outside. "I think Small Lion would be a good pick for the third session first match. However, please bet on your risk, Young Master." The girl said. As a good attendant, she needed to engage in the conversation. However, she knew to place the risk on the customer back.

If she knew the huge spirit stones on the bet, she would be afraid to voice her opinion. While the patron couldn't attack her in the public, there were many ways to clean some weak people.

"Good! Do not worry, the risk for me and the victory for the beauty. Small Lion then. Jerry!!!" Trevon called Jerry again.

"Yes, Young Master." Jerry and the rest of his bodyguards even used their small saving in betting. They followed their young master to victory.

"I will pick Small Lion. Continue the roll! Hahaha."