From his reaction, Qian Fucheng turned his head to look at Fire Phoenix, who was being held outside the arena. The corner of his mouth twitched. Then he looked at the bank manager, who had come before him as the neutral witness and was staring at him coldly. Finally, he slowly turned back to stare at Kun Linshu. He remained silent as his heart gradually sank to the bottom.
Gong Lince, Sect Master of Purple Gold Cave, studied him for a while before slowly asking, "Does Elder Qian have any doubts about this match?"
Qian Fucheng did not know what to say. He was consumed by regret. He suddenly could not understand it—had he taken the wrong medicine or something? How had he agreed to Niu Youdao's absurdly harsh terms? As an Elder of Purple Gold Cave, how could he have agreed to such a thing?
The crucial point was that Kun Linshu cultivated the Skyfire Cult's supreme secret art, the Skyfire Infinite Art. How could he have lost to Niu Youdao?
Seeing that he remained silent, Gong Lince turned to the bank manager beside them. "Manager Hang, the match has ended. As the intermediary, do you have any objections to either the process or the outcome?"
Manager Hang slightly raised his chin toward Kun Linshu. "He has already admitted defeat. The victor and loser of this match are clear. I have no objections. Elder Qian, a bet is a bet. You must accept your loss!"
Qian Fucheng's cheeks twitched.
Niu Youdao, his long hair draped over his shoulders, tilted his head slightly. "Take him away."
Uncle Chen and Wu Lao'er went to Kun Linshu's side. Kun Linshu offered no resistance, partly because the abnormality within his body had left him powerless, and partly because Fire Phoenix had become a