The entire venue erupted!
The entire venue was in an uproar!
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! This is awesome! I bet on a one-against-three! I bet on the Grim Reaper pulling off a one-against-three! Hahaha! That makes two already! If the Grim Reaper takes down Lu Chengwen too, I'll strike it rich! Hahaha! I can pay off every debt I have and still make a killing!"
"This is amazing! I'm making three hundred million! I can plug the tens-of-millions hole from before and still rake in over two hundred million!"
"Grim Reaper Team, go! Lu Chengwen, you might as well surrender too! Hahahaha!"
A staff member walked over. "Please send out Glorious Photo Sect's fighter."
Lu Chengwen had no choice but to take off his jacket and hand it to Jiang Shihan.
Jiang Shihan looked worried as she asked the assistant, "What if we don't get swept three-to-one?"
"Oh, oh!" The assistant calculated rapidly, then sighed in relief. "If we don't get swept three-to-one, we'll only have to pay a little over four billion."
Lu Chengwen shook his head.
Had he seriously screwed himself over!?
He joined a martial arts tournament only to lose money!?
Standing on the stage, Lu Chengwen was deeply frustrated, his mind racing. What do I do? Glorious Photo Sect never had much of a reputation to begin with. Master never expected us to make the sect flourish. Making it this far should count as doing right by Master and the sect, shouldn't it?
But this money... If I pay out over seven billion, not only will all the billions I made before be gone, I'll have to put in more money!
But then all my plans will be shattered!
Long Aotian, Zhao Ritian, you two bastards, I'll kill you sooner or later!
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