An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 2190

The news of winning celestial stones sent a wave of excitement through the crowd of martial artists. If they were only mildly interested before, now they were practically buzzing with anticipation.

After all, chances to win celestial stones were as rare as finding a four-leaf clover. Plus, the chance to double their earnings was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

There was no way they would let this opportunity slip through their fingers.

Furthermore, any lingering doubts disappeared when they saw Dustin and the others win the celestial stones. So, some of the more daring martial artists started to step forward when Abigail beckoned.

Despite the Mystic Arts Order's less-than-stellar reputation, the irresistible allure of celestial stones outweighed any reservations. They were ready to take the risk.

After all, they were at the Sacred Wrym Summit. Hence, they wondered if anyone from the Mystic Arts Order would be bold enough to stir up trouble over the payout.

"Can we place the bet?"

Two young men in their twenties who closely resembled each other were the first to step forward. They appeared to be brothers.

They weren't participants in the competition. Instead, they were spectators to enjoy the fight.

They couldn't resist trying it since encountering such an enticing betting opportunity.

"Sure." Abigail nodded with a smile. "Anyone interested can join the betting, but I'm curious about the items you will wager. By the way, I don't accept just any ordinary items."

The two men exchanged glances before reaching into their pockets. They each pulled out a fist-sized iron orb.

The iron orbs were completely black and appeared plain at first glance. However, those with keen eyes would notice something unique.

The surface of the orbs was riddled with countless tiny holes resembling pinpricks. These holes were densely packed and covered every inch of the iron orbs' surface.

"What are they?" Abigail asked curiously.

"These are the Dawson Clan's specially crafted hidden weapons, the Phantom Blooms!" the man on the left said.

He continued explaining, "Don't be deceived by their appearance. Once you press the switch and toss them out, the 888 poisoned needles concealed inside this iron orb will erupt with formidable force in just two seconds!"

"And that's not all!" the man on the right added, "The poisoned needles from these orbs can pierce through energy armor. So, any martial artist below the grandmaster level hit by these needles will be immobilized!"

"Phantom Blooms?" Abigail raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sounds like quite the valuable discovery!"

The Dawson Clan was well-known for their expertise in crafting hidden weapons and poisons.

The Phantom Blooms was one of their eight renowned hidden weapons. Its fame spread throughout the martial world.

"I wonder how many celestial stones can our Phantom Blooms fetch?" the two men asked curiously.

"While they are impressive, they're consumables, after all. Once used, they're gone. How about one 'Phantom Blooms' in exchange for three celestial stones? What do you think?" Abigail proposed.

"Deal!" Both men grinned excitedly.

They had plenty of hidden weapons like these in the Dawson Clan, but they took time to craft.

However, treasures like celestial stones were scarce, and the brothers desperately needed them. After all, refusing the offer would be unreasonable.

Trading two Phantom Blooms for six celestial stones was a lucrative proposition. If they managed to win another round, those six stones would double to 12, resulting in a substantial profit.

Winning one round left them already itching for the next, but winning the second had them thinking about the third.

Even if luck favored them for a few rounds, a losing streak always awaited in the wings.

Once they lost, the urge to recover their losses intensified. This often led to further losses, financial ruin, or even debt.

Except for a fortunate few, the majority of gamblers found themselves in dire straits.

Despite knowing the odds were stacked against them, many still gambled. They clung to the hope of being the exception and were convinced they were lucky.

As long as Abigail, the bookie, had substantial assets, she could easily take advantage of over 80 percent of the present gamblers. Then, she would make a lot of profits.

"Sir, quit standing around like a statue. We've got a crowd itching to place their bets. Come on over and lend a hand."

She deftly managed the bets from the martial artists as she called for Dustin to help her.

Her guardians were already on the job, assessing treasures and handling bets, but they seemed short-handed.

"Kid, it looks like you came prepared." Dustin was slightly bemused by Abigail's readiness.

He had underestimated her penchant for profit. She wouldn't let a chance slip by, even at the Combat Tournament.

It was evident that Abigail had meticulously planned today's betting arrangement. Otherwise, why would she bother hauling crates of celestial stones?

Initially, Dustin hadn't paid much attention. But after observing the flood of martial artists taking the bait, he realized Abigail's scheme—she was ready to cash in big time.