"Oh?" Chong Jingtian's expression sobered. 'That old fox, Wu Chenpei, had this all planned out. Putting Hongxuan on stage was definitely not a last-minute decision.'
'Even without this challenge arena, a similar scene would probably have unfolded.'
"Let's bet on the Saint Profession you failed to acquire from the Translation Department." Wu Chenpei walked to Chong Jingtian's side and looked down at the arena below. "If he can't keep winning from now on, I will tell you everything I know about the Great Venerable Red Flame Thunder Resonator."
"If he can, I'll trouble you all to retrieve the Saint from the Translation Department."
Chong Jingtian and the other two fell silent. This wager was beyond their expectations.
'Why does Yuan Capital want the [Saint] profession so badly?'
Chong Jingtian felt a sense of resistance. He had already witnessed Hongxuan's strength; Wu Chenpei wouldn't have proposed this bet without being confident of victory.
