In the end, they split it sixty-forty.
Jiang Changkong no longer wanted to discuss business with Yao Meng. Next time, he needed to find a professional.
People from these major powers were the sort who kept feelings and business clearly separate.
There were some things they could give you for free, some matters they could handle for you without charge.
But when it came to business, they showed no mercy and spoke not a word of friendship.
In the battles that followed, Jiang Changkong was injured again, worsening his condition.
Even the healing medicine Nan Tianpang and the others had given him could only suppress it temporarily.
As a result, Jiang Changkong sensed more people watching him, as though they wanted to confirm whether he was truly injured.
Jiang Changkong also went from defeating opponents in a single move to barely resolving them only after several hours.
By the end of the fourth day, twelve teams remained. After resting for a day, the next round would directly determine the ten slots.
That night, the three returned to the city and checked into a hotel.
"Should we go to the hospital and put on another act?" Nan Tianpang asked.
"No need. If they have their eyes on the Sin Domain slots, tonight will be their last chance.
Besides, even if it isn't for the Sin Domain slots, once the ten slots are decided, we'll be heading to the Sin Domain."
Jiang Changkong spoke calmly.
Tonight should be their only chance. If they missed it, there was no telling how long they would have to wait.
"And you're still pretending to be injured? Got nothing better to do?" Fatty Nan rolled his eyes.
"The injury is only meant to provoke them and make them more determined to strike."
Jiang Changkong said blandly,