Ignoring everyone else, Jason looked at the goods he had received instead.
His spatial rings had been filled to the brim, and the inner storage area of his spatial rings was quite an interesting sight to look at.
There were different types of items in it, including the permission ticket to the broken world and another ticket stating that the vendors had to trade fairly with him.
The latter was interesting and apparently another perk of having defeated Jarid.
It could also have another reason, but that was not really important.
Jason couldn't help but feel satisfied with having fought for 2 days straight and gained treasures.
If his assumption was not wrong, the goods he had received would be worth more than ten times the value he had betted.
This was exactly what it should have been, to begin with, but Jason was still glad that the colosseum didn't seem to be stingy with their rewards.
'Well, they shouldn't have made a loss considering that everyone must have betted on Jarid.'
From a logical point of view, it was clear that Jarid would win the fight. He was not only the most talented Olympian but a total of five ranks above Jason.
Thus they had been under the impression that Jason would lose 100%.
Unfortunately, the human race, or to be precise those with a five-star soul-awakening were unlikely to bother about the common cultivation ranking.
It didn't even matter which kind of cultivation ranking one used because God's Children were usually several times stronger than their mana core suggested.
The same could be said about Jason, but that was not only because of his soul world.
His drops of mana were compressed and a single mana drop was equivalent to three common mana drops!
There were several more factors, and in the end, Jason was simply too strong to be assessed on a simple cultivation ranking without placing him a few ranks higher than his current to signify his true strength.
After he had received his reward, he walked outside the colosseum ignoring the angry gazes of those who had bet against him.
However, this didn't matter to him. He hadn't bet his lifesaving, and if others did, it was their fault for not betting on him!
Meanwhile, Jarid had already left the arena while trying to control his hands that were trembling in excitement.
Despite feeling that he would be unable to defeat the man behind the silver dragon mask three months from now during the liberation tournament, Jarid couldn't help but feel eager to meet him again.
There was still something he could use to become stronger in the next few months!
"Maybe, I should work on unveiling the second seal...and I need another martial art technique…!"
The other Olympians had followed Jarid to figure out if he was doing fine or if his will to fight had been destroyed.
He had lost against someone at a much lower cultivation rank after all!
Yet, after they saw the determination in his eyes, the Olympians' worry dispersed, as their behind confusion cleared.
It was normal to feel discouraged after having been overwhelmed by an opponent everyone deemed weak.
As such, Jarid's reaction was uncommon, but everyone could only feel glad about that!
'He hasn't given up!'
Meanwhile, Jason had entered the trading market, where he exchanged the goods he had obtained with all kinds of materials to forge, concoct, inscribe runes, and most importantly resources to cultivate with.
Other than mana stones, and nutrition solutions, Jason had exchanged his goods with pryr stones too!
Petri had to continue advancing and become stronger by cultivation with primordial energy after all!
The trading market was an interesting place, and his eyes fell upon the different kinds of goods on display that made him curious.
One of the most intriguing items Jason came across was inside a small bookstore he had entered on a whim.
In comparison to Janur's library, the bookstore was small, but the books he found were at least as valuable or even more valuable than those inside the library.
While he looked around in awe glancing through the titles of all the different books, what truly surprised him was the old shop owner's mana core.
'Eight solidified prismarine crystals!!!'
His eyes widened in astonishment. Jason had assumed that not a single intelligent being on Argos had yet to reach the peak of the first threshold of the Prismar stage.
At least, not if the world bridges worked as he had known until now.
'Did I miss something?'
The bookstore owner noticed his gaze and only gave him a faint smile without saying much.
Based on the name of the shop that was called 'Old Sadran's treasury' Jason assumed that the Old man of the Ilian race wanted to be called Old Sadran.
'Maybe he entered Argos as one of the first immigrants. If he was at the 6th Prismar stage and came from one of the stabler world bridges then it might be possible.'
For most of the foreign race immigrants, it was different from the three beast Overlords that had already reached the 2nd threshold of the Prismar stage!
They had been much stronger than any being on Argos the moment they had emerged from the temporary world bridges that had only been stable for a short time.
This was something Jason had found out based on the information he had gained from Janur's library several months ago.
Jason hadn't encountered many beings of the Ilian race yet; Jarid was the first and Old Sadran was the second.
That meant their race was a minority, or that they simply didn't like to live in the Olympus federation's capital.
Nevertheless, this was not as important as the books he had found inside the bookstore.
The books were a treasure trove that could provide him with knowledge about the past of all immigrant races, but also about all kinds of forging, concocting, and rune inscribing techniques that were employed by different races.
Though the explanations weren't exhaustive, he could understand that all races used their affinity to enhance the manufacturing process of goods.
That was extremely interesting, and Jason couldn't help but purchase one of the thick volumes he had found after sifting through a lot of books in the bookstore for an hour.
Just as he was about to go to the shop owner to pay for the heavy tome, Jason noticed that the old man was still staring at him intently.
The old man had released his mana since the beginning, scanning through him as if he was an object, which Jason had simply ignored.
As he placed the thick tome and the colosseum's ticket on the counter, Old Sadran knew that he had to give Jason a fair price.
However, at the same time it told the old man something else, he had only been suspicious about before. Olympian Jarid's mana fluctuations were still lingering on Jason!
"You...fought against Olympian Jarid? How come you look perfectly fine??"
The last sentence sounded more like an insult, but Jason could only smile lightly at the old man's question.
There was something Jason had been suspicious about before, but now that the shop owner had asked him directly, his assumption was proven to be correct.
The old man and Jarid knew each other, and mostly had a great bond, maybe they were even related to each other!
As such, Jason knew that he had to give the old man a reassuring answer, otherwise, it might end up being unfortunate on his side. That was what Jason perceived because he got the gist of something interesting.
"We fought, and he is perfectly fine. There is no need to worry about him!"
'HE is perfectly fine? I asked why you're fine and not if he is….fi--nee?!! WAIT?!'
Jason was still wearing his mask, but his mana core rank was evident. As such, Old Sadran had never imagined that his grandson could have been defeated by the man in front of him.
However, the more he looked at Jason, the more dangerous he seemed to become.
"Ah, so he is fine... great…"
After that, the shop suddenly turned silent and nobody said anything and a few minutes had to pass before Jason tapped on the tome in front of him.
"How much is the tome for?"
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Ignoring everyone else, Jason looked at the goods he had received instead.
His spatial rings had been filled to the brim, and the inner storage area of his spatial rings was quite an interesting sight to look at.
There were different types of items in it, including the permission ticket to the broken world and another ticket stating that the vendors had to trade fairly with him.
The latter was interesting and apparently another perk of having defeated Jarid.
It could also have another reason, but that was not really important.
Jason couldn't help but feel satisfied with having fought for 2 days straight and gained treasures.
If his assumption was not wrong, the goods he had received would be worth more than ten times the value he had betted.
This was exactly what it should have been, to begin with, but Jason was still glad that the colosseum didn't seem to be stingy with their rewards.
'Well, they shouldn't have made a loss considering that everyone must have betted on Jarid.'
From a logical point of view, it was clear that Jarid would win the fight. He was not only the most talented Olympian but a total of five ranks above Jason.
Thus they had been under the impression that Jason would lose 100%.
Unfortunately, the human race, or to be precise those with a five-star soul-awakening were unlikely to bother about the common cultivation ranking.
It didn't even matter which kind of cultivation ranking one used because God's Children were usually several times stronger than their mana core suggested.
The same could be said about Jason, but that was not only because of his soul world.
His drops of mana were compressed and a single mana drop was equivalent to three common mana drops!
There were several more factors, and in the end, Jason was simply too strong to be assessed on a simple cultivation ranking without placing him a few ranks higher than his current to signify his true strength.
After he had received his reward, he walked outside the colosseum ignoring the angry gazes of those who had bet against him.
However, this didn't matter to him. He hadn't bet his lifesaving, and if others did, it was their fault for not betting on him!
Meanwhile, Jarid had already left the arena while trying to control his hands that were trembling in excitement.
Despite feeling that he would be unable to defeat the man behind the silver dragon mask three months from now during the liberation tournament, Jarid couldn't help but feel eager to meet him again.
There was still something he could use to become stronger in the next few months!
"Maybe, I should work on unveiling the second seal...and I need another martial art technique…!"
The other Olympians had followed Jarid to figure out if he was doing fine or if his will to fight had been destroyed.
He had lost against someone at a much lower cultivation rank after all!
Yet, after they saw the determination in his eyes, the Olympians' worry dispersed, as their behind confusion cleared.
It was normal to feel discouraged after having been overwhelmed by an opponent everyone deemed weak.
As such, Jarid's reaction was uncommon, but everyone could only feel glad about that!
'He hasn't given up!'
Meanwhile, Jason had entered the trading market, where he exchanged the goods he had obtained with all kinds of materials to forge, concoct, inscribe runes, and most importantly resources to cultivate with.
Other than mana stones, and nutrition solutions, Jason had exchanged his goods with pryr stones too!
Petri had to continue advancing and become stronger by cultivation with primordial energy after all!
The trading market was an interesting place, and his eyes fell upon the different kinds of goods on display that made him curious.
One of the most intriguing items Jason came across was inside a small bookstore he had entered on a whim.
In comparison to Janur's library, the bookstore was small, but the books he found were at least as valuable or even more valuable than those inside the library.
While he looked around in awe glancing through the titles of all the different books, what truly surprised him was the old shop owner's mana core.
'Eight solidified prismarine crystals!!!'
His eyes widened in astonishment. Jason had assumed that not a single intelligent being on Argos had yet to reach the peak of the first threshold of the Prismar stage.
At least, not if the world bridges worked as he had known until now.
'Did I miss something?'
The bookstore owner noticed his gaze and only gave him a faint smile without saying much.
Based on the name of the shop that was called 'Old Sadran's treasury' Jason assumed that the Old man of the Ilian race wanted to be called Old Sadran.
'Maybe he entered Argos as one of the first immigrants. If he was at the 6th Prismar stage and came from one of the stabler world bridges then it might be possible.'
For most of the foreign race immigrants, it was different from the three beast Overlords that had already reached the 2nd threshold of the Prismar stage!
They had been much stronger than any being on Argos the moment they had emerged from the temporary world bridges that had only been stable for a short time.
This was something Jason had found out based on the information he had gained from Janur's library several months ago.
Jason hadn't encountered many beings of the Ilian race yet; Jarid was the first and Old Sadran was the second.
That meant their race was a minority, or that they simply didn't like to live in the Olympus federation's capital.
Nevertheless, this was not as important as the books he had found inside the bookstore.
The books were a treasure trove that could provide him with knowledge about the past of all immigrant races, but also about all kinds of forging, concocting, and rune inscribing techniques that were employed by different races.
Though the explanations weren't exhaustive, he could understand that all races used their affinity to enhance the manufacturing process of goods.
That was extremely interesting, and Jason couldn't help but purchase one of the thick volumes he had found after sifting through a lot of books in the bookstore for an hour.
Just as he was about to go to the shop owner to pay for the heavy tome, Jason noticed that the old man was still staring at him intently.
The old man had released his mana since the beginning, scanning through him as if he was an object, which Jason had simply ignored.
As he placed the thick tome and the colosseum's ticket on the counter, Old Sadran knew that he had to give Jason a fair price.
However, at the same time it told the old man something else, he had only been suspicious about before. Olympian Jarid's mana fluctuations were still lingering on Jason!
"You...fought against Olympian Jarid? How come you look perfectly fine??"
The last sentence sounded more like an insult, but Jason could only smile lightly at the old man's question.
There was something Jason had been suspicious about before, but now that the shop owner had asked him directly, his assumption was proven to be correct.
The old man and Jarid knew each other, and mostly had a great bond, maybe they were even related to each other!
As such, Jason knew that he had to give the old man a reassuring answer, otherwise, it might end up being unfortunate on his side. That was what Jason perceived because he got the gist of something interesting.
"We fought, and he is perfectly fine. There is no need to worry about him!"
'HE is perfectly fine? I asked why you're fine and not if he is….fi--nee?!! WAIT?!'
Jason was still wearing his mask, but his mana core rank was evident. As such, Old Sadran had never imagined that his grandson could have been defeated by the man in front of him.
However, the more he looked at Jason, the more dangerous he seemed to become.
"Ah, so he is fine... great…"
After that, the shop suddenly turned silent and nobody said anything and a few minutes had to pass before Jason tapped on the tome in front of him.
"How much is the tome for?"
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