Taking Stock of the Spoils, the Seal and Ribbon Shine

As the Rat General's enormous head rolled to the ground, the entire cavern fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Everyone froze for a moment, seemingly still unable to process the lightning-fast decapitation they had just witnessed.

A moment later, someone let out a shout, and thunderous cheers erupted in its wake.

"We won! We really won!"

Zhang Shan was so excited that his face and neck flushed red. Ignoring the blood still seeping from his wounds, he pumped his fists fiercely.

Wang Qingli and Lü Qing exchanged a glance, each seeing shock and lingering fear in the other's eyes.

That battle had lasted only a few breaths, but it had been fraught with danger.

If not for Chu Bai's precise guidance on breaking through the enemy's defenses at the last moment, and that stunning, lethal eye technique... forget killing the Rat General, they would probably have paid a heavy price just to escape in one piece.

With the battle over, it was time to tally the spoils.

Although the two teams had worked together, their wager still stood.

There was no question about it: whether in their earlier efficiency at clearing out the monsters or in delivering the decisive final blow, Wang Qingli's team had won.

Or, more accurately, Chu Bai had carried the team to victory single-handedly.

"I'm convinced! Completely convinced!"

Lü Qing strode over with an unpretentious laugh. Ignoring the blood on his hands, he clapped Chu Bai's shoulder so hard that he swayed slightly. "Junior Brother Chu, if not for those divine eyes of yours, we would have had a bitter fight today. The drinks are on me!"

With that, he personally raised his sword and carefully cut off the Rat General's two pairs of curved, saber-like fangs—its hardest and most valuable parts—then presented them to Chu