"So Ivan lost?"
The one who came to the hall after hearing what had happened was a Bronze Race man with a rugged beard. Looking at the scene that had yet to be cleaned up, he stroked his handsome chin and asked White Fox with great interest.
White Fox respectfully replied, "Yes."
"Heh, our Bronze Academy has a hidden dark horse like this? How did I not know?" The Bronze man grinned, looking quite pleased.
Like many members of the Bronze Race, he had always looked down on those conceited, arrogant Star Elves. The haughty atmosphere and inexplicable sense of superiority now spreading among the Star Elves especially irritated the Bronze Clan, which had once been one of the major clans under the Elf Civilization.
"Did they say her name?"
"They did." White Fox lowered her head. "It should be Feng Doudou, apparently a name from the local natives."
"Feng Doudou? A native? Interesting." The Bronze man laughed. "Looks like it's finally our turn to make a fortune!"
To Bo's group, dark horses were the most profitable commodities. During the last gathering, the betting market next door had backed Dark Horse Demon Star. A huge number of higher-ups had made who knew how much money through Demon Star's betting market, leaving their peers green with envy.
Had the tide finally turned this time?
"You said that she lost in a very strange way at the end?" The Bronze man walked to the place where Feng Doudou and Ivan had fought earlier and carefully examined the traces of energy left around them.
The newly opened betting hall had yet to catch up in terms of hardware. It had not installed high-definition surveillance equipment capable of capturing energy, so they could not obtain a replay of the battle.
But as a master