32: Furnace Harvest - Earning a Billion

Zhou Xing nodded; the matter was settled!

Half an hour later, the two of them entered the Furnace Fighting Arena one after the other.

Qin Yue was currently dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask that blocked any aura detection.

Looking at the odds (1:2.2) between Zhou Xing and his opponent, "Mirage," on the massive screen,

he directly bet one hundred million—this was the maximum betting limit set by the Furnace.

Afterward, he even took out the black card Zhou Xing had given him, which contained money provided by the other members of their team.

Several spectators nearby who were about to place bets were stunned by this sight.

As for the two staff members on duty, they had no choice but to report this to their superiors.

After receiving an affirmative response, the two of them invited Qin Yue to a specialized VIP box,

where a dedicated person would assist him with his betting.

The Furnace didn't care at all about the source of the funds.

Over the past few years, they had issued at least fifty to a hundred such black cards.

"Not going to lie, this is quite comfortable!" Qin Yue sat in the box eating fruit, leisurely and content.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see every detail on the arena stage.

Meanwhile, Zhou Xing and his opponent both stepped onto the stage.

On the ring, Zhou Xing looked at his opponent—Mirage.

Mirage was a slender man with a divine aura. From the data, Zhou Xing knew the man had fused with a divinity fragment of the god of hallucination, and his strength was at the Middle Stage of foundation condensation.

"A mere Early Stage dares to challenge the Middle Stage just because of a dual-element Ice and Fire Fusion?" Mirage's voice drifted over. "I'll have to test your weight properly."

The moment the countdown hit zero, a multi-faceted prism emerged in front of Mirage, emitting a dazzling light.

Immediately after, Zhou Xing found that in his field of vision, his opponent had transformed into six phantoms attacking from different directions.

Every phantom's movements appeared to be without any flaws.

However, Zhou Xing was secretly laughing in his heart. He had previously fused with a divinity fragment of the god of hallucination himself, giving him a high level of mental resistance.

Combined with the fact that his actual Realm was much higher than his opponent's, this kind of illusion ability was useless against him.

But Zhou Xing had to "cooperate" with the opponent to maximize the profits.

Boom!

Zhou Xing pretended to be affected, taking a solid whip kick to his left shoulder, which sent him stumbling back two steps.

A burst of gasps erupted from the spectator stands.

Crack!

Zhou Xing put on a show of being furious. Frost Power erupted as he slammed his hand onto the ground.

Instantly, the Frost Power began to spread from beneath the opponent's feet.

At the same time, he condensed a fireball in his right hand and blasted it toward the opponent like a lightning strike.

Mirage's reactions were quite fast; he seemed to perform a teleportation, swapping his true body with one of the phantoms.

Simultaneously, the prismatic illusion in front of him began to spin rapidly.

"Spatial Distortion!"

Zhou Xing immediately felt a hallucinatory mental force interfering with his vision, making his head spin.

Mirage seized this opportunity to close in quickly, intending to end the match right then and there.

But in the next second, Mirage froze!

Zhou Xing, who appeared to be affected, threw out a punch as if at random, and by some stroke of luck, it slammed right into Mirage's chest.

The moment Mirage was sent flying, Zhou Xing followed up immediately. With a wave of his hand, a nearly meter-long ice spike erupted from the ground with pinpoint accuracy, piercing straight through him.

The sudden turn of events shocked many people.

After all, Mirage's strength combined with his illusions was quite famous throughout the Furnace Fighting Arena.

Even the referee didn't understand how Zhou Xing had recovered so quickly, his face full of confusion.

However, Zhou Xing didn't explain; he was "injured" too, wasn't he?

"As expected, money comes fast here. One hundred million turned into two hundred and twenty million in an instant."

Qin Yue sighed inwardly.

Following Zhou Xing's victory, the winnings—including the principal—were quickly credited to the account.

"Like this, keep betting on Zhou Xing to win! No matter the odds, it's still one hundred million!"

Qin Yue chose to continue betting. "Even if he loses the next round, I'll still have made twenty million. It's not often I find such an interesting match, so I'll just play around a bit."

These words actually dispelled the staff member's concerns. After all, judging by his tone, the man had a significant background.

"Hmph, let you taste some sweetness first. Won't you have to pay it all back with interest later?"

The staff member helping Qin Yue place the bets thought to himself.

As it turned out, Zhou Xing's subsequent performance made it impossible for this person to remain calm.

Because the Night Crow in the arena had already won ten consecutive matches.

This also meant that the VIP in front of him had already won 1.02 billion from them.

The last time someone won this much from the fighting arena was years ago, and even then, it was only two or three hundred million at most.

Every match looked thrilling, as if he were on the verge of being eliminated,

but every time, Zhou Xing managed to seize the opportunity with precision, killing his opponents by a hair's breadth.

"It's getting late. Today was truly satisfying." Seeing the time, Qin Yue knew it was time to leave.

Looking at the person who had been helping him place bets, Qin Yue then spoke up, "I recall you support exchanging money for various resources here, right?"

"Yes, Sir. Our Furnace provides various trades, such as divinity fragments, various Divine Gene serums, advanced weapons, and different types of energy crystals used for Cultivation."

The man bowed and nodded.

"In that case, exchange all the money in this card for various divinity fragments. Exchange as many as you can."

Qin Yue said to the person in front of him.

"If you don't have the authority, contact someone who does. Move quickly, I'm in a hurry."

"Please wait a moment, Sir. I will contact the Manager immediately."

The man knew he couldn't make this decision and reported the news upward at once.

Afterward, Qin Yue was invited to the Furnace Fighting Arena's dedicated Resource Trading Room.

Waiting to receive him were eight receptionists dressed in high-slit qipaos.

The leading woman among them had flaming red lips and a curvaceous figure.

She looked at Qin Yue and gave a charming smile. "I've kept you waiting, Sir~"

Her delicate voice drifted out, a hint of charm flashing deep in her eyes. "The items you wish to exchange are being prepared by our arena. Why don't we find a place where this little lady can properly attend to you..."

Then, the woman deliberately leaned over to pour tea, showcasing her perfect figure.

Furthermore, her fingertip gave a light flick at the rim of the teacup, and a colorless, odorless powder instantly dissolved into the tea.

But behind his mask, Qin Yue's face revealed a cold sneer.

"These little tricks of yours aren't enough. Don't waste time. Surely the Furnace Fighting Arena isn't unable to even produce these few items?"

As he spoke, a dagger appeared in Qin Yue's hand, pressed against the woman's throat like a flash of lightning.