"What just happened?"
"Wasn't Chen Chimei about to win? How did he suddenly die?"
"Fuck, I bet a million taels of Gold on him! My money..."
"Hahaha, what an upset! I made a killing on this one!"
Some celebrated, while others despaired.
This was the norm at the Martial Arts Arena, and everyone was used to it.
On the Observation Platform, Jiang Chen alone had won a billion taels of silver from his bet. Cui Zheng and Kumu had also each raked in five hundred million.
They had spent all their money just a few days ago searching for materials for Jiang Chen to refine the Second Revolution Tyrant Essence Pill. But now, their faces were filled with excitement and exhilaration as they stared fixedly at Shan Le and Shan Gang.
Cui Zheng said, "Well now, Elder Shan, you must have lost quite a bit on that last one, didn't you?"
