“Leng Hua, raise the bet.” Xuanyuan Mo Ze stated calmly.
“Yes.” Leng Hua replied. He took a step forward and informed them that the bet would be increased from four thousand gold coins to six thousand gold coins, making the wager ten thousand gold coins.
“Guest No. 9 is raising the bet…”
The voice echoed in everyone’s ears. For a brief moment, people were stunned and thought: the other party must be a rich profligate. If not, why would he raise the stakes with such fanfare? He seems like a complete moron.
However, they had no idea that Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu had a card up their sleeves. After all, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the cultivator had been hurt. He was doomed to die fighting a fierce two-headed lion with his injuries.
Following the sound of the gong, the black iron gate swung open, and the two-headed lion charged out with a low roar and pounced on the cultivator. As its two heads roared together, the powerful pressure caused the air to shake.
The cultivator’s twin swords moved in unison, but the lion was able to avoid the fierce sword intent reflected from the swords. It then lunged forward and slashed the air with its sharp claws.
The sharp-as-knife claw slashed across the cultivator’s arm, ripping off his sleeve and flesh. The cultivator screamed in agony, but he didn’t have time to examine the wound. He rolled over and quickly opened the distance between himself and the two-headed lion, then looked down at the wound.
When he looked at the arm, he saw several deep lacerations, the sleeve had been torn off, and the flesh was mangled and bleeding. The lion became more excited and fiercer as the pungent scent of blood filled the black iron cage.
“Roar!”
The roars of the lion’s two heads merged into one. Without listening, no one would know that it originated from both beasts’ mouths. As soon as they noticed that the cultivator’s flesh had been torn off, the people in those rooms became agitated.
“Why is he moving so slowly? How was he unable to avoid that blow?” Someone moved the hanging crystal screen aside to stand at the fence and stare at the scene below.
Losing two or three thousand gold coins was not a big deal for them. However, losing face was a major issue.
Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze drank tea in Room 9 without interest while observing the scene below. It was not that they were cold-blooded and willing to risk the cultivator’s life, but it was obvious to the two that the cultivator was not a benevolent person either.
The man’s eyes were cold and there was cruelty visible in the very depths of his eyes. The man’s body also reeked of blood – a man stained with blood and slaughter for years. Since it was a fight against a ferocious beast, they naturally chose to wager on the stronger opponent.
Indeed, after some time, a scream was heard. After being severely injured by the beast, the cultivator’s speed clearly slowed and his body was stained with blood. After the division of victory and defeat became gradually distinguishable, the people in the other rooms couldn’t help but look at Room 9 strangely.
How did the people in Room 9 know the two-headed lion would win? After all, in the twenty or so battles he’d been in since first participating in the beast fight, the twin-blade swordsman had never been defeated before.
The beast fight came to an end with a shrill cry. When the two-headed lion approached and was about to pounce, the twin-blade swordsman crushed the jade card. He appeared outside the beast fighting cage in an instant and collapsed feebly.
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“Leng Hua, raise the bet.” Xuanyuan Mo Ze stated calmly.
“Yes.” Leng Hua replied. He took a step forward and informed them that the bet would be increased from four thousand gold coins to six thousand gold coins, making the wager ten thousand gold coins.
“Guest No. 9 is raising the bet…”
The voice echoed in everyone’s ears. For a brief moment, people were stunned and thought: the other party must be a rich profligate. If not, why would he raise the stakes with such fanfare? He seems like a complete moron.
However, they had no idea that Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu had a card up their sleeves. After all, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the cultivator had been hurt. He was doomed to die fighting a fierce two-headed lion with his injuries.
Following the sound of the gong, the black iron gate swung open, and the two-headed lion charged out with a low roar and pounced on the cultivator. As its two heads roared together, the powerful pressure caused the air to shake.
The cultivator’s twin swords moved in unison, but the lion was able to avoid the fierce sword intent reflected from the swords. It then lunged forward and slashed the air with its sharp claws.
The sharp-as-knife claw slashed across the cultivator’s arm, ripping off his sleeve and flesh. The cultivator screamed in agony, but he didn’t have time to examine the wound. He rolled over and quickly opened the distance between himself and the two-headed lion, then looked down at the wound.
When he looked at the arm, he saw several deep lacerations, the sleeve had been torn off, and the flesh was mangled and bleeding. The lion became more excited and fiercer as the pungent scent of blood filled the black iron cage.
“Roar!”
The roars of the lion’s two heads merged into one. Without listening, no one would know that it originated from both beasts’ mouths. As soon as they noticed that the cultivator’s flesh had been torn off, the people in those rooms became agitated.
“Why is he moving so slowly? How was he unable to avoid that blow?” Someone moved the hanging crystal screen aside to stand at the fence and stare at the scene below.
Losing two or three thousand gold coins was not a big deal for them. However, losing face was a major issue.
Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze drank tea in Room 9 without interest while observing the scene below. It was not that they were cold-blooded and willing to risk the cultivator’s life, but it was obvious to the two that the cultivator was not a benevolent person either.
The man’s eyes were cold and there was cruelty visible in the very depths of his eyes. The man’s body also reeked of blood – a man stained with blood and slaughter for years. Since it was a fight against a ferocious beast, they naturally chose to wager on the stronger opponent.
Indeed, after some time, a scream was heard. After being severely injured by the beast, the cultivator’s speed clearly slowed and his body was stained with blood. After the division of victory and defeat became gradually distinguishable, the people in the other rooms couldn’t help but look at Room 9 strangely.
How did the people in Room 9 know the two-headed lion would win? After all, in the twenty or so battles he’d been in since first participating in the beast fight, the twin-blade swordsman had never been defeated before.
The beast fight came to an end with a shrill cry. When the two-headed lion approached and was about to pounce, the twin-blade swordsman crushed the jade card. He appeared outside the beast fighting cage in an instant and collapsed feebly.
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