Tich was also interested in placing a bet, so he went over to the organizers and told the man in front of him, "I'll bet five million berries on Viper." Tich took out five million and set it in front of the man collecting the money. To the pirates around them, that was an enormous sum. They were betting a few thousand or tens of thousands, while Tich alone had wagered five million.
"Sure." The man took the five million and gave Tich a ticket. If Tich won his bet, he could use it to claim his winnings.
The man wasn't surprised. After working in a place like this for a long time, he'd seen people bet hundreds of millions. Tich was simply one of the richer ones.
When Tich returned to his seat, the fight was about to begin. He was confident in Wos's abilities. Compared with his opponent, Wos was physically weaker, but strength wasn't the most important thing in a fight. Technique, moves, and intelligence mattered, too.
The three of them had all drunk Monkey King Wine earlier. The wine's energy hadn't been fully absorbed over the past few days, but their bodies had grown stronger. Wos wasn't far behind the boxer in strength.
"This isn't a place for a little brat like you. You'd better surrender now. I don't want to beat you so badly you go crying to your mommy." The boxer laughed and looked at Wos, swinging his fists and sending gusts of wind through the air.
Wos said nothing. He kept his eyes fixed on the boxer, as if searching for an opening. Soon, the boxer couldn't take it anymore. He was clearly less patient than a snake. Wos's gaze made him deeply uncomfortable: cold, emotionless, as if he were looking at prey.