Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1744 - 530: Overlord Fist, The Tyrannical Overlord!

Chapter 1744: Chapter 530: Overlord Fist, The Tyrannical Overlord!

Before the final match begins, there are some warm-up matches.

Mostly fights between rookie gladiators and Demon Beasts, the combatants may not be of high tiers, but it’s a fight to the death, making the scene extraordinarily bloody and thrilling with strong spectatorial appeal.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators in the central Gladiator Arena cheer and shout, their voices rolling like the tide through the entire city.

Meanwhile, up in the stands, Leonard Churchill watches the matches while still distractedly studying the betting booklet in his hand.

It has detailed match-ups and odds printed on it.

Gladiators are mostly from these close-combat sequences, with few Mage Card Masters.

All ten contestants vying for the title of King of the Gladiators are from close-combat sequences.

’Floral Sword’ Philmer VS ’Blind Stab’ Sefer;

’Iron Fist’ Teck VS ’Barbarian’ Barry;

’Silver-eyed Tyrannosaurus’ Rhein Rute VS ’Blue Knight’ Konabos;

’Giant’ Moladin VS ’Iron Barrier’ Gweneth;

’Overlord Fist’ Barre Shepherd VS ’Black Sword’ Marikas.

Today all ten finalists will compete, and Leonard Churchill is also observing to see who is that very strong guy mentioned by Barre Shepherd.

The members of the Revolutionary Army beside him are also in high spirits.

Especially since they have recently come back from the Magical Beast Forest with money in hand, placing small bets for a bit of fun.

"Sam, what did you bet on? I think that Fourth Tier Demon Beast, the Two-headed Dragon Scale Wind Tiger, looks fierce, that gladiator might get eaten..."

"Of course, I’m all in on the senior Barre Shepherd’s match. Since senior Barre Shepherd is sure to win, why bother betting on these other matches? Anlos, you didn’t bet on someone else, did you?"

"Of course, I also bet on Barre Shepherd. It’s just that’s the last match of the day, so there’s a wait."

"Hey, what do you guys think, how quickly can senior Barre Shepherd win? I bet it would be within 300 moves, the odds are more than 20..."

"Ah... who can be sure of that? In any case, I bet on a win. Even though the odds are lower, it’s a sure victory."

"Yeah."

"..."

Seeing Leonard Churchill studying the betting booklet, everyone thought he was analyzing the odds.

Suddenly, Bonnie asks, "By the way, Leonard Churchill, you’ve been studying that booklet, what did you bet on?"

At her question, the officers all cast curious glances his way.

After returning from the Magical Beast Forest, the officers of the Revolutionary Army have a blind faith in Leonard Churchill’s judgment. Almost anything he decides on is sure to be right.

They also know that Barre Shepherd is Leonard Churchill’s martial arts teacher, so he’s surely more aware of certain details.

Everyone is curious whether he can accurately call something like betting, which relies on luck.

Listening to Bonnie’s question, Leonard Churchill wasn’t originally planning to answer.

Because his bets are not only aimed at winning money, but there’s also a little scheme involved.

But seeing everyone so enthusiastic, he responded, "I also bet on senior Barre Shepherd winning."

Bonnie said with an inscrutable look, "Ah... of course, I know you bet on senior Barre Shepherd winning. I was asking, which odds did you place your bet on?"

Leonard Churchill glanced at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "The victor will be decided within three moves, with odds of 1:308. I bet ten million Gold Coins."

"Oh."

Bonnie listened without comprehending at first.

The expressions on the others’ faces also paused in unison, as if their brains hadn’t yet digested the content they just heard.

But the next second, as soon as the officers mulled it over, those suddenly widening eyes stared fixedly at Leonard Churchill’s face, filled with disbelief whether they misheard or he misspoke.

Even Sophia Jones, standing beside him, showed a trace of surprise in her crystalline eyes. Although she knew Leonard Churchill’s plan, the "within three moves" also filled her expression with incredulity.

For the outcome to be decided within three moves, there has to be a huge disparity in strength.

However, all ten finalists are top-tier gladiators recommended by Nobles and the Commerce Guild, each a Seventh Rank veteran with top-notch strength and combat experience. Normally, such a massive gap in ability should be impossible.

Bonnie came to her senses, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at Leonard Churchill: "Huh? You bet on three moves? And ten million Gold Coins?"

The officers’ eyelids were twitching.

The higher the tier of a card master, the more steadfast their mind, and they would never be swayed by the emotions of gambling.

So, although they too placed bets, they were just for entertainment with a few hundred Gold Coins.

Leonard Churchill’s bet of "ten million Gold Coins" is simply unfathomable.

If he does hit that terrifying "1:308" odds, it means he would have over thirty billion Gold Coins, right?

That’s an alarmingly astronomical figure.

Although the few organizing Commerce Guilds are wealthy enough to rival countries, roughly thirty billion could empty out a small half of the total betting pool.

While not enough to break the bank, combined with other payouts on the bets, it could seriously drain their resources.

Seeing the expressions on everyone’s faces, Leonard Churchill nodded again: "Yes."

With that, everyone went silent.

Had it been someone else, they certainly wouldn’t have believed it.

But coming from Leonard Churchill’s mouth, it must be true.

Moreover, since he dares to gamble like this, he must know some "insider information," that in the match, Barre Shepherd is sure to quickly overcome his opponent...

"Ah... could it be that senior Barre Shepherd has advanced to the Eighth Rank?"

Bonnie mumbled to herself but immediately denied her thought: "No, that’s not right. If it was Eighth Rank, he definitely couldn’t participate in the King of the Gladiators competition... Could it be a fixed match?"

Leonard Churchill shook his head, chuckled, and added, "You’ll know when the time comes."