Of course, it was cheap in Wang Yi's eyes, but to the other players, it was quite expensive.
After all, to earn fifty thousand dollars, you'd have to win around five hundred matches.
Even with a fifty percent win rate, that meant playing a thousand matches.
But because Wang Yi always challenged players above his level—or even several ranks above—he earned two hundred dollars from many of his matches.
So by now, he had earned exactly fifty thousand dollars, enough to buy a bottle of healing spray.
The bottle was expensive, but it held plenty, enough for about two hundred sprays.
It would last a long time.
Wang Yi carefully sprayed Wang Fugui's back, and her wounds healed at a visible pace.
Wang Fugui said gratefully, "Thank you, big brother."
Wang Yi shook his head. "What are you thanking me for? It's what I should do."
As they were speaking, Wang Yi received a system notification:
"Player 'Beat Up Wang Yi' has sent you a friend request."
Wang Yi was taken aback.
Besides him, was there really someone else in this game who dared to use a name like that?
Curious, he accepted the friend request.
Then another system notification appeared: "Your friend 'Beat Up Wang Yi' has requested to enter the room."
Wang Yi mentally selected "Accept."
The next moment, another figure appeared on the underwater court.
It was a girl.
Her long, jet-black hair was tied back.
Her face was very delicate.
She wore a tight white T-shirt and denim shorts.
Her figure was naturally curvy, with all the right places full and all the right places slim.
There were countless beautiful women in the game. Every player who entered did their best to make their character as pretty and sexy as possible.
But this woman was different