Hua Yao looked at Lin Qing's robe, scored with scratches. She had watched fighters under her management fall many times before, yet an inexplicable sadness still rose in her heart.
"Let's go."
Lin Qing walked up to her and spoke as if it were nothing, then continued down the passage. He still had Prize Money to collect!
The place to collect Prize Money was not in the fighters' rest area. Huge sums changed hands in every Blood Arena match. Sometimes fighters and managers placed heavy bets, and occasionally a match ended in an upset.
If there were a separate counter to collect Prize Money in the fighters' rest area, it might sometimes run short of funds.
So fighters and spectators collected Prize Money in the same place. It held ample funds, and to prevent robberies, a genuine expert was stationed there.
At the smaller Blood Arenas Lin Qing had visited before, the guards had only been high-level True Immortals. At the Shattered Soul Blood Arena, the cultivator stationed there had reached the Heavenly Immortal realm.
Whenever Lin Qing collected Prize Money, there were never many people there, because anyone collecting at that hour had bet on his match.
And in every Blood Arena match he had fought so far, he had been the one with the higher odds. Higher odds meant lower expectations, so naturally few people bet on him.
This time was no exception. Within minutes, Lin Qing reached an open window.
The Heavenly Immortal was only there to keep watch. Ordinary staff handled the payouts, so Lin Qing never came face-to-face with him.
His winnings were not large enough to count as a major payout, and the exchange went without a hitch. He now had an Orange Card in his hand.
One Orange Card was worth one million