Job Change For Everyone: My Job Can Infinitely Evolve Chapter 98 – Will the Knight Still Win?

Meanwhile, with his long hair fluttering in the wind, White walked out of the arena. He once again won his battle without any surprises or suspense.

Then a sharp-eyed student among the audience saw the list appear on the screen and immediately shouted, “Hey, the top eight list is out!”

The rest of the audience immediately shifted their gazes from the arena to the screen.

“Wow! Number Two High's Tom, Miller, and White have all made it to the top eight! They're all from the Super Whirlwinds too!”

“As expected of the crowd-favorite team! Their strength is undeniable.”

“Number Three High is also impressive. Voss and Mace have also made it to the finals!”

“Number Three High has been rising in the past few years, especially Voss. He has been performing consistently throughout the competition. He led the Youth Forces well in the team Mystic Realm competition.”

“The biggest surprise to me is White Deer High. Two of their students made it to the top eight this year.”

“Yeah, especially that Knight. He's performed excellently and has been on the rise since the competition started. Sigh, I should've bet on him more.”

“It's a little too late now. Everyone would have made a fortune if we had known sooner. The gambling rings would be at a huge loss by then.”

Most contestants who made it to the top eight were within the audience's expectations. However, that's how the competition went. It was the charm of the competition. You could never be sure who would win or lose the next match.

Although the top sixteen portions of the individual Player Kill competition had ended, there was still an uproar on the internet and media.

The top ten news on the search list of major platforms were related to the annual school professional competition.

“After thirty long years, a Knight enters the top eight!”

“The Knight's spirit is reignited!”

“Super Whirlwinds dominates the annual school professional competition!”

“The path of the crowd favorite, Miller!”

“Will the Knight continue his path to victory?!”

The internet was in an uproar.

“Ever since I can remember, I've never seen a Knight appear in the annual school professional competition. I never expected to see such a mighty Knight this year.”

“You're young. You haven't seen a Knight in this competition until now. Knights were a powerful class more than fifty years ago. They could produce more power than all the other classes combined!”

“That's amazing! My parents told me about the glory of the Knights in the past!”

“Sigh, that's all ancient history now. Knights are declining nowadays.”

“Will Moss revive the Knights' glory?”

“White will be that Knight's opponent in the next round, and White is second in the individual ranking list. The Knight's reign will probably end there.”

“It's already good enough that Moss made it to this point. He can't possibly conquer the others. There are many Knights, but they lack resources and support. Also, since Moss is performing excellently, he's inadvertently bringing Knights to the next level.”

“Yeah, Moss's is giving us poor people some hope!”

Meanwhile, gambling rings revealed the latest odds for participants who would advance to the top four. Undoubtedly, Miller possessed the highest odds of winning the entire competition.

The other participants ranked lowest to highest were White, Voss, Turner, Tom, Mace, Mill, and Moss.

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However, there was still a big divide between the fans and gamblers when buying. People who had gone to bet on the competition crowded 008 gambling ring in White Deer High's X district.

The atmosphere outside the gambling ring was lively. The fans who had already placed their bets discussed the individual Player Kill competition quarterfinals that would continue the next day.

Joy and smiles filled everyone's faces as they analyzed the competition logically.

Little Carl snatched the gambling tickets from a forty-year-old man's hand and exclaimed, “Let me see how White is doing. Huh?! Why did you bet so much on Moss?! Have you lost your mind?!”

“My family has been Knights for generations, but it ended with me. But I was overjoyed from the bottom of my heart when I saw Moss. I made sure to always bet on him. Just take it as me trying to make up for past mistakes,” Wright said disappointedly.

“Wow! So you've made a lot of money from those bets?!” Little Carl was shocked and froze on the spot.

“Hahaha, I made quite a bit, yes. At least I won't have to worry about food and water for the next two to three months!” Wright laughed loudly and thanked Moss several times in his heart.

“Who did you bet on, Morris? What does the analysis look like?” Wright couldn't help but ask when he saw Morris analyzing the competition with a beaming expression.

“I would have to bet on Miller since I like playing it safe. Even if the odds on Miller are high, I can undoubtedly make some money,” Morris said a few words to the people beside him before he paid attention to Wright.

“I also bet a little on Voss. His and Mill's performances have been consistent so far. I just have to pay attention to the difference in strength for the more consistent participants. Meanwhile, Turner and Tom's strengths are relatively even. Either of them can win.” Morris deliberately lowered his voice and covered his mouth with his hand as he said this.

Then Morris continued, “Moreover, Number Two and Five High are in an alliance. Their leader will likely assist them. As for the match between Moss and White…”

Morris suddenly became more interested when he saw a few more fans surrounding him. He rolled up his sleeves and analyzed Moss and White's upcoming match with a straight face.

“The two participants seem to have a major difference in strength. However, that Moss kid has repeatedly played the role of a champion killer. Although the possibilities of him losing are slim, no one can be sure if he will.”

The number of people who came to listen to Morris's analysis increased. Although Morris was impulsive and all over the place, the fans still crowded around and craned their heads to listen with interest.

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong…

The bell rang twelve times. Morris stopped his analysis and looked at his watch anxiously.

“Oh no! I haven't made lunch for my wife yet!” Morris slapped his thigh in annoyance, then he pushed through the crowd and ran away.

The crowd laughed aloud as they looked at Morris's exaggerated running.

Chapter end