Retreating to Advance

"Hehe, sir, this is the reward you earned for today's victory."

Inside Lin Yi's private lounge, an attendant respectfully held up a tray of money and stood before Lin Yi.

In private fighting arenas, anyone with strength could earn quite a bit of money.

As a striker, the more consecutive victories one achieved, the more generous the rewards became.

Xi Yue stood beside Lin Yi.

The Female War God's wild attire had a unique charm to it, truly giving her the air of a Big Sister.

"Mm, put it on the table."

Lin Yi spoke indifferently.

He had little interest in money.

After all, these coins could not be exchanged for Great Xia Coins, nor could they serve as materials to improve his strength.

"Yes, Lord Lin Yi."

The attendant obediently set down the money. Just as he was about to leave, Lin Yi stopped him.

"Why do I feel like it's been you delivering my money every time since I arrived here?"

At those words, the attendant's eyes immediately lit up.

As an immensely popular fighter in the arena, Lin Yi's value was beyond question.

In the eyes of the arena staff, with Lin Yi's strength, it was only a matter of time before he entered an Official Fighting Arena and continued climbing upward.

How fortunate would it be to leave an impression on someone with such a promising future?

"Hehe, sir, you have a great memory. I really have been delivering your prize money every day. Is there anything else you need, sir?"

The attendant's attitude was exceedingly fawning.

"It's nothing major."

As he spoke, Lin Yi pointed at the prize money on the table.

"You're not particularly strong, so you probably don't earn much around the arena, do you?"

It was not difficult to guess such things,