World's Strongest Martial Warrior

On the right side of the square, a few men wearing the uniform of the Black Cloud Merchant Guild quickly set up a few tables.    

On top of these tables were the names of the Nine Martial Palace's number one geniuses, as well as their odds.    

The leader of the group, a fat middle-aged man, opened his mouth and shouted out loudly in the square.    

"F * ck! The Black Cloud Merchant Guild had opened their auction. I'm betting on Casey Wallace from the Hidden Dragon Martial Palace, and this Martial Chief will definitely belong to him! "    

"Tsk! Trevor Staudt from the Heavenly Martial Palace is also a popular candidate for the Martial Chief, and his odds are also higher than Casey Wallace's. I bet on Trevor Staudt!"    

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As the Black Cloud Commerce set up the gambling house, the square instantly became very lively.    

At this moment.    

On the side of the Martial Palace of Vast Heaven. Yes. Trevor Staudt looked at the Dark Cloud Commerce set Casey Wallace's odds at 1: 1, and he set himself at 1: 2. He couldn't help but let out a cold snort.    

Black Cloud Merchant Guild's actions were obviously not optimistic about Trevor Staudt. They thought that Casey Wallace's chances of obtaining the Martial Chief were greater than his.    

Trevor Staudt's expression was cold. He walked straight to the place where Black Cloud Merchant Guild's bets were.    

With a move of his palm, a pile of crystal stones appeared in front of the fat middle-aged man. His faint voice instantly resounded.    

"One thousand Low Grade Crystal Stone, I'll bet on Trevor Staudt from the Heavenly Martial Palace!"    

The fat middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then he asked, "Young hero Ye, you want to bet on yourself?"    

Trevor Staudt said with an indifferent tone, "I don't think your Black Cloud Merchant Guild has a rule that you can't bet on yourself, right?"    

"Of course. Since our Black Cloud Merchant Guild has opened its doors, we naturally won't reject anyone."    

The middle-aged fatty smiled slightly and said to the man beside him, "Quickly record Young Hero Ye's bet."    

"Tsk tsk... Trevor Staudt actually bet a thousand Low Grade Crystal Stones on himself. Looks like he has great confidence in snatching the Martial Chief."    

"Trevor Staudt and Casey Wallace are both popular candidates for the Martial Chief. Moreover, the odds are twice as high as Casey Wallace. Everyone bet on Trevor Staudt."    

Seeing that Trevor Staudt had bet on him, many people followed suit and bet on Trevor Staudt!    

"One thousand Low Grade Crystal Stone. This fellow is really rich."    

Peter Parker saw that Trevor Staudt had used one thousand Low Grade Crystal Stone. He could not help but mutter in his heart.    

A crystal was a stone that contained a mysterious energy.    

As long as one was a Body Control Stage or above martial artist, they could absorb the energy within the crystal to speed up their cultivation.    

However, for most martial artists, crystal stones were an extremely rare existence.    

Even the lowest grade of Low Grade Crystal Stone, it was very difficult for ordinary Body Control Stage martial artists to have a few of them.    

Obviously.    

Trevor Staudt taking out a thousand Low Grade Crystal Stones as a bet could be considered a huge gamble!    

Peter Parker looked at the countless people around him rushing forward to place their bets, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise slightly.    

The odds of him snatching the Martial Chief now were 1: 100. If he bet on himself at this time, he would definitely make a huge profit!    

Thinking of this, Peter Parker could not help turning his head to look at Antonio Goodman beside him. "Master Goodman, how many crystals do you have? Can you lend me some?"    

"You want to bet too?"    

Antonio Goodman was slightly stunned. He immediately took out a Storage Ring and placed it in front of Peter Parker. "There are ten thousand Low Grade Crystal Stone inside. Is it enough?"    

"That's enough. Thank you, Master Goodman."    

Peter Parker received the Storage Ring with a smile and walked straight to the fat middle-aged man of the Black Cloud Commerce.    

He threw the Storage Ring on the table at any moment. Then, the shocking sound of his words echoed in everyone's ears.    

"Ten thousand Low Grade Crystal Stone, I bet on Peter Parker from the Fierce Lions Military Academy!"