Before the God Selection Arena

"Ten seconds! Only ten seconds! Dragon Tooth Duovili, who had won the upper-tier championship several times in the past, lasted only ten seconds! Our Orca has secured his nineteenth victory since joining the upper-tier league, and his undefeated legend will continue! Let's cheer for him!"

The host's hoarse voice, loud enough to shatter the loudspeaker itself, drowned out even the audience's cheers. Feng Xue walked out of the arena, lightly jumped down from the mech, and greeted Mang Ke, who had been waiting for him for quite some time.

As his winning streak continued to climb, Old Li's Yuelai Tavern became increasingly famous in the Iron Armor Steel Fist tournament. The ghoul intermediary's reach, built on that reputation, also expanded farther and farther, while the prize money from his upper-tier victories allowed his forces to spread through Third World countries at astonishing speed.

Although he had crossed the interests of quite a few people during this period, that had nothing to do with Feng Xue. After all, no one would be foolish enough to cause trouble for him.

After all, in Bailin Country, being able to fight did not necessarily mean someone was good at piloting a mech. But if someone was good at piloting a mech, they were certainly formidable in a fight. If they were killed, so be it—but if they survived, they could forget about living peacefully for the rest of their life.

As for throwing matches or anything like that, it was even less of an issue. Although Orca had a zero-loss record, the casinos were not stupid. If everyone bet on him to win, they could simply bet on how many seconds the battle would take! With the help of statisticians, the house could not lose. In fact, because the bets were spread out, they