"The boy is talented."
Then he looked toward Kiara.
"But his strength is not enough to challenge my master."
The VIP section became silent.
Had anyone else spoken such words, most would have dismissed them as arrogance.
However, the speaker was Juren Frost.
That changed everything.
Even those who disliked Kiara could not completely ignore the opinion of a Supreme Being.
Naturally, not everyone appreciated hearing it.
The Clan Head of Heaven's Gate had already been suppressing his irritation throughout the tournament.
Now another spark landed upon dry grass.
His representative had lost.
His patience was thin.
And Juren Frost's unwavering confidence only worsened his mood.
"Since you are so confident," he said coldly, "then I shall wager a fifty-thousand-carat high-quality ether ore that Kiara loses. Do you dare accept?"
The treasure immediately attracted attention.
Several guests inhaled sharply.
That was no small wager.
