"Alright, alright, you poor souls who bet on our Lu Mouren, don't be so depressed. He's not entirely without a chance."
Master of Ceremonies Gan, high in the sky, was still consoling the dejected audience.
After all, the outcome of this match seemed decided. Lu PingAn was being hammered over and over like a whack-a-mole target.
Everyone knew that a match where one side could only passively take hits had long since been decided. Lu PingAn had not even managed a decent counterattack.
"A chance? He still has a chance?!"
"I bet my entire fortune! Can he really turn this around?"
The Master of Ceremonies's casual remark stirred up a huge uproar. Whether judging by the pre-match figures or their prior performances, this had been the match Lu PingAn was considered most likely to win.
Especially after the power he had displayed in the previous matches, power that transcended his rank. After watching Qian XiaoMu's battle footage, far too many people had gone all in. Yet this time, he had run into a dragon wearing pigskin—a genuine Rule-level being?!
The match was even more thrilling than expected, and this Rule-level contestant was both beautiful and powerful. But thinking of their rapidly vanishing money pouches, most viewers likely had no mind left to properly enjoy the fight.
Especially now that the battle had reached this stage and turned into a one-sided whack-a-mole show. Though the commentators made all the predictions and evasive maneuvers sound highly technical, it lacked the visceral appeal of blows landing flesh against flesh.
"Win? A chance..."
When Gan Qianyun was questioned after casually saying those words, he thought it over and fell silent himself.
He had not lied, but if he had to explain it, he could not quite put it into words.
Having grasped the rules