Not only did the common folk below scoop up plenty of silver, those who had bet on Wei Yan to win were rolling in money.
Many people in the crowd cried out, "City Lord Wei is mighty! Another victory!"
"Don't you think this is all fake? This isn't a contest at all—it's a staged show!" A few scattered voices of doubt were instantly drowned out by the deafening roar of the crowd.
More and more commoners flocked over after hearing the news, and more and more foul-mouthed jeers joined the din.
"How can Great Jing's Martial Warriors be so useless? A bunch of spineless weaklings!"
Those who had bet on the Jing People to win watched them lose five matches in a row. Surely they should have managed to claw back one victory by now, but instead they were losing worse with every match. They were so furious they stamped their feet.
Wei Yan basked in the thunderous cheers, spreading his arms wide. The only thing that might tire him out today was having to bathe when he got home, since he had worked up a thin sheen of sweat after all.
The atmosphere among the Great Jing Martial Warriors was gloomy. Every one of them had their head bowed. The third-realm matches had ended.
Great Jing's Internal Force Martial Warriors had all been defeated.
They were all terribly frustrated. They knew this was a performance, not a contest, but there was nothing they could do about it.
"Senior Brother, couldn't you have won one more match?" Wang Jin asked a man.
Yu Cheng sighed. "They stipulated that I could only win four matches. A-Jin, it's up to you. You placed in the top ten at the sacrifice ceremony and were invited to take part in the second-stage challenge. You