They were all sorts of varied and dazzling "betting posts."
[A MONUMENTAL WAGER! 10 MILLION IMPERIAL COINS ON THE CHAMPION OF THIS YEAR'S FOURTH-LEVEL BRACKET! OFFICIALLY NOTARIZED!]
[CASUAL POOL FOR LOOSE CULTIVATORS! PREDICT THIS YEAR'S TOP 100! ALL BETS FINAL! NO IOUs!]
[DARK HORSE WATCH! WHO WILL BE THIS YEAR'S BIGGEST SURPRISE IN THE NEWCOMER CUP? ODDS STARTING AT 1:1000!]
These bets all used the officially issued "Imperial Coins," not the "Contribution Points" that served as the hard currency among Martial Artists.
For these chosen children of Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, it was just as Xiong Yanfu had said: they were purely in it for the fun of it, to add some extra excitement and spectacle to the grand event.
'Imperial Coins...'
A thoughtful look flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.
He himself had no real use for them, but his father and uncle, far away on Morning Star, still belonged to a social class that had to struggle for Imperial Coins.
