Chapter 83 - 76: I Want to Bet on Him (Part 2)
Chapter 83: Chapter 76: I Want to Bet on Him (Part 2)
Then she immediately got up, clutched her hat, and slipped away down the stairs, disappearing into the crowd on the first floor.
Qin Ling licked the corner of his mouth, feeling a sudden emptiness in his arms.
Watching Tang Mo’s disappearing figure, his face was filled with a smile he couldn’t hide.
’I really can’t stop worrying about her. I have to marry her and bring her home as soon as possible.’
He tossed the bag he had just shoved aside onto the floor. "Take all of this and bet it on the guy on the stage wearing clothes."
By now, the two fighters on the stage were no longer the same ones from when Tang Mo had first arrived.
"But... the other one looks a lot stronger."
A young man in black behind him couldn’t resist speaking up. That bag contained dozens of smaller bags.
That was a huge sum. Were they really going to just throw it all away like that?
The two men on the stage had just entered. One was bare-chested, covered in corded muscle.
The other was still wearing a shirt. Not only was he thin and small, but he was also hunched over, showing no fighting spirit at all, as if someone had forced him onto the stage.
Going on stage in the Battle Arena is voluntary. The winner can take one-hundredth of the total bets from their match as their prize.
Obviously, this man in the shirt didn’t look like a champion.
"Are you questioning my words?"
Qin Ling didn’t look at the person who spoke. He spread his arms and leaned back against the sofa.
His calm tone seemed to hide a raging storm, as if it could devour a person in the next second.
His entire aura instantly changed from that of a pure and shy young boy to an Asura who had just walked out of Hell.
Everyone in the stands couldn’t help but shiver.
"Go receive your punishment."
After speaking, Qin Ling closed his eyes, his thoughts unknown.
A dead silence fell. No one dared to say another word; even the sound of breathing was suppressed to the barest minimum.
Meanwhile, Tang Mo had already taken off her hat in the crowd, casually found a betting table near the stage, and then took out a bag of Crystal Cores and placed it on the photo of the man in the shirt.
She had originally wanted to bet both bags, but the feeling of being broke was too awful. She couldn’t afford a single mistake; she had to leave herself a way out.
She had already seen the two men on the stage when she was going up the stairs earlier.
Anyone could tell that the bare-chested, muscular giant was a Strength Type specialist. Nowadays, the saying that a single punch could kill a bull was no longer a joke.
As for the small man in the shirt, Tang Mo could roughly tell from his footwork that he probably specialized in agility.
Tang Mo could see this, and so could some of the other more observant people.
Generally speaking, in a 1v1 fight in a small, fixed area, a Strength Type fighter would have the advantage.
If Tang Mo weren’t a master of the Spiritual System, she probably would have thought the big man would win too.
But her keen spiritual power sensed the aura of her own kind.
Everyone may possess a spiritual attribute value, but lower values produce only small fluctuations.
But the small man was different. When Tang Mo extended her spiritual power toward him, she sensed a spiritual power far stronger than anyone else’s.
’It must be over one hundred,’ Tang Mo judged.
If it was spiritual power combined with agility, then pure Strength would be absolutely no match.
Tang Mo’s own agility was also very high, and she was consciously working to improve it. She knew all too well how powerful the combination of spiritual power and agility could be.
As for why the man was feigning weakness, it was naturally to get more people to bet. That way, he would get a larger share of Crystal Cores after he won.
You have to understand, fighters who enter the Battle Arena not only do so voluntarily, but they also have to pay an extra fee. No one is a fool; if he were truly weak, who would pay money just to get beaten up?
After placing her bet, Tang Mo stuck her hands in her pockets and leaned against a betting table, watching the match.
The match was just reaching a fever pitch. As Tang Mo looked over, the smaller man was slowly straightening his back.
Five minutes had passed. Betting was closed. He was finally getting serious!
After dodging another attack from the bare-chested giant, the smaller man finally went on the offensive.
The crowd only saw him circle behind the giant at an incredible speed, then throw a punch straight for the vital spot on the giant’s neck.
None of the spectators, including the giant himself, took the punch seriously. The giant didn’t dodge, instead preparing his next attack.