"Now I announce that in this Hall of Fame Martial Artist wager match, Tian Zhuo has won!"
After the bartender shouted the announcement, the crowd below erupted.
Bai Yunyan took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. "Little brother! I told you not to act rashly. This was their scheme, but you just wouldn't listen, and now you've ended up like this."
"Forget it, forget it! Your big brother will take responsibility for bringing your remains back to your family and letting you rest in peace."
As Bai Yunyan spoke, he prepared to step onto the stage.
Meanwhile, the Endless Race erupted in celebration, shouting loudly, clinking glasses, drinking, and roaring with laughter.
Lin Zhen, the enemy of the Endless Race, was finally dead. What exhilarating news!
At a table not far away, several prospective Hall of Fame Martial Artists from the Ground Race wore grim expressions.
The man in the middle was called Hua Xinghe. He was the son of an Upper God and was known as the First Person among this generation's prospective Hall of Fame members. Though he was not particularly famous, his strength was unquestionably terrifying.
He had originally wanted to compete with Lin Zhen over who was the number one newcomer of the Ground Race, but Lin Zhen had unexpectedly died.
"Trash! What a waste of my efforts."
The experts hidden in the shadows all felt somewhat regretful.
Who would have thought that Lin Zhen would rise so quickly, only to fall just as quickly? After hundreds of millions of years, this meteor-like trajectory would probably be completely forgotten.
Tian Zhuo did not care about any of that. In his eyes, his victory had been perfectly justified. The smooth acquisition of 1 billion filled him with joy. One billion Endless Coin