At one of the Luxury Viewing Boxes, Azaron, Azazel, and Malrik could be seen sitting together.
"Sigh... these are the top sixteen students. I'm sure they don't need a whole ten hours to recover their Astra Energy in an Astra Energy-rich location, right?" Azazel spoke as he was already eager for the final round to begin.
Azaron didn't reply. He simply remained silent, his eyes shifting toward the odds of Asher winning the Inter-Empire Competition. At that moment, his odds had dropped to a staggering 0.1. Even Arianna's odds held the same number, as anyone betting on either of them at this stage wasn't going to make any meaningful profit.
People were already cursing their luck for placing bets on individuals like Isaac Wrath Chillstorm. They had watched him flee from a Rank 7 Shadow Assassin Clone. Although they didn't know whether he could defeat it head-on or not, that alone had convinced them that the money they had wagered on him was practically gone.
