69: Chapter 69 The Dung Beetle Squad
The entire arena was dead silent.
Three seconds later.
The referee finally snapped back to reality and announced loudly:
"Eastern Bully Squad wins!"
Deafening cheers erupted from the audience.
Those who had been mocking them just moments ago were now flushed red, clapping desperately.
This wasn't a student team; they were clearly a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing!
Teacher An Nuolan gripped her betting slip so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her flesh, but her face was beaming with joy. "Did you see that, Teacher Shen Yao? What did I tell you?"
Teacher Shen Yao clutched her chest, feeling as if her heart were about to jump out, but her eyes shone with excitement.
It hadn't even been a minute, and ten million had turned into twenty-five million!
If the next match... it would go straight to...
Thinking of that number made her heart race along with her heavy chest.
At the entrance, the Dung Beetle Team, having just finished registration and entered, happened to witness this nearly one-sided duel.
"That's... Lin Mo and the others!"
Qin Ran had originally been fuming because of the team's bizarre name.
When she clearly saw the figures of the team on the field, she couldn't help but gasp.
"Qin Ran, you know them?" Tang Shan, standing beside her, immediately looked over, his tone tinged with questioning.
"None of your business."
Qin Ran turned her head away with a cold face.
When Master Yu had proposed the name "Dung Beetle Team" earlier, Tang Shan was the first to raise his hand in approval.
The other teammates had no choice but to agree under the pressure of Master Yu.
She was the only one who had raised an objection.
But in the end, it was decided by the minority submitting to the majority.
Not only that, but Master Yu seemed to think she was a troublemaker, and the way he looked at her added a hint of displeasure.
Seeing Qin Ran's attitude, Tang Shan's expression sank instantly.
Woman, very good, to think you dare to hook up with men outside the team...
"So it was them."
Master Yu, who had been wearing a mask and exuding a sense of mystery, suddenly spoke.
"Teacher, do you know this team?"
Tang Shan asked quickly, his tone becoming much more respectful.
"Hmm, just a few students rejected by The Four Great Academies."
Master Yu's voice sounded somewhat muffled through his mask.
The reason he recognized Lin Mo and the others was that a few days ago, when school started, his good friend Bai Yuntian had come to ask the Dean about Lu Mengmeng.
It turned out after checking that the other party had given up on coming to Vermilion Bird Academy and instead ran off to the bottom-tier Eastern Martial Soul Academy.
Because of this, Bai Yuntian had even complained to him about it.
That was why he had some impression of them.
And as for his friend Bai Yuntian's intentions, he was very clear about them; after all, what famous master hadn't engaged in under-the-table dealings...
"Oh, so it's just a bottom-tier student team." Tang Shan's expression softened slightly.
"Heh, no wonder their fighting style is so crude."
Another girl in the team covered her mouth and laughed, "Especially that guy swinging a furnace to smash people; it's hilarious."
"Exactly, exactly," another team member echoed, "I don't know how their lead teacher taught them; there's no discipline at all."
Qin Ran frowned even tighter as she listened to their back-and-forth mockery.
She didn't say anything more, just kept her gaze on Lin Mo's figure on the field, feeling somewhat conflicted.
She had seen Lin Mo's skills with her own eyes; he wouldn't be as incompetent as they claimed.
"You all continue watching for a while; I'm going to help you register for a match!" Master Yu said, hands behind his back, as he turned and walked toward the registration desk.
"Alright, Teacher!"
Perhaps it was because both teams were new teams.
Lin Mo and the others had just returned to the waiting area, wanting to find Teacher An Nuolan and Teacher Shen Yao.
But at this moment, their team information appeared on the screen again.
The loudspeaker blared once more.
"Will the 'Eastern Bully Squad' and the 'Dung Beetle Team' please report to the fifth duel arena in twenty minutes for their match."
"Uh..."
The arena fell into silence.
"Holy crap, Dung Beetle? What an awesome name!"
"Haha, this team name is killing me!"
Lin Mo and the others also froze.
"This name has so much depth!" Lin Mo praised with a click of his tongue.
"Hmph, I said it would have been better to call it the Poop Stirrer Squad earlier. See, now the limelight has been stolen by others!" Lu Mengmeng expressed her dissatisfaction immediately.
Su Xiaoxiao and Mu Liuli were speechless.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The Dung Beetle Team.
"Eastern Bully? What a punchable name!"
"Exactly, it's much worse than our Dung Beetle, right?"
"Wait, isn't this team the same one from just now?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Ran's expression changed instantly.
It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?
At this moment, at the betting counter.
"Huh, the next opponent is a new team called Dung Beetle?"
Teacher An Nuolan and Teacher Shen Yao had just collected their winnings and were planning to wait for the odds to come out to continue betting.
After hearing the announcement, they immediately looked up the information.
It turned out after checking that this Dung Beetle Team was also a team that had registered today.
Unfortunately, the information on the team members was hidden; only the arena insiders knew it.
"Whatever, let's wait for the odds to come out."
"Two ladies, you are the lead mentors, right?"
At this moment, a muffled voice rang out behind them.
The two women turned around to see a middle-aged man wearing a mask, dressed in a black long robe, with his hands behind his back, standing behind them.
"Is there something you need, sir?"
Teacher An Nuolan and the other woman were not very enthusiastic toward strangers.
However, Master Yu had been attracted when he first saw their backs and had intended to come over to chat.
But upon seeing their faces, he discovered they were two charming, mature beauties.
His heart grew even more heated.
"Heh heh, the two of you, I just heard you talking about betting, so I wanted to come over and give you a tip!"
"Are you a psycho? How we bet is our business; does it have anything to do with you?"
Teacher An Nuolan didn't know why, but she always felt that this person in front of her didn't seem like a good person, so she was not polite at all.
But Master Yu was not annoyed; instead, he continued to remind them with a chuckle: "Heh, two ladies, listen to me. If you want to win money, bet on the Dung Beetle Team. Even if the odds are a bit lower, you can still make some money."
The two women froze.
How could this guy be so sure that the Dung Beetle Team's odds were low?
Teacher An Nuolan was about to ask.
At this moment, the loudspeaker had already announced the notification.
And just as they left, the loudspeaker sounded another announcement.
[Audience members, the odds for the fifth duel arena have been calculated: the Eastern Bully Squad is 1 to 3.5, and the Dung Beetle Team is 1 to 1.5. Betting is now open.]
"This, what is going on?"
Teacher An Nuolan and Teacher Shen Yao were both stunned.
Master Yu smiled brilliantly: "Heh, see, now..."
But he didn't finish his sentence.
Teacher An Nuolan and Teacher Shen Yao immediately turned and ran toward the betting counter.
"Wait..." Master Yu reached out to stop them.
Everything was already too late.
"Forget it, I'll just give them a lesson; that way it'll be easier to manipulate them..." Master Yu's lips curled up slightly.
A moment later.
Teacher An Nuolan and the other woman walked out happily, holding their betting tickets.
"By the way, what was it I wanted to ask that guy with the crew cut just now?"
Teacher An Nuolan seemed to just remember and hurriedly searched for that figure in the crowd.
Teacher Shen Yao was puzzled: "Why are you looking for that sleazy man?"
"Oh right, I just wanted to ask him how he knew the Dung Beetle Team's odds were low..."
"Two ladies, are you looking for me?" Master Yu came before them again.
The difference was that he was also holding a betting ticket in his hand.
Teacher An Nuolan glanced at it.
"Yes, I didn't get a chance to ask you just now; how did you know in advance that the Dung Beetle Team's odds were low?"
Master Yu smiled mysteriously.
No one knew he had once worked as an analyst in the arena...
He knew that when they analyzed odds inside, they would check everyone on the team thoroughly.
And coincidentally, in his Dung Beetle Team, besides having high-quality Martial Souls, everyone had deep backgrounds.
Therefore, the odds for this duel would definitely be lower than the opposing team.
"I only need to take one look at this to analyze it based on the strength of the personnel on both sides and their Martial Soul configurations." Master Yu bragged invisibly.
"Analyzed it?"
A little while later.