"In the past two years, they've shown signs of rising again. Supposedly, it's because Tang Wen supplied the War Dragon Sect with large quantities of Spirit Stones and Spirit Pills, along with some rare treasures. They're still developing. In another decade or so, the War Dragon Sect's ranking will rise."
"Tang Wen, do you dare sign a deathmatch contract? With a ten-billion wager thrown in," Mike Lang said exuberantly.
"Well..." Tang Wen deliberately hesitated, looking at the hundreds of thousands of martial artists in the stands.
"If you don't dare, you can crawl off the stage." Here it came again. Before, Anderson had provoked Tang Wen.
Now it was Mike Lang's turn. He was carrying out his sect's orders to kill Tang Wen.
"Crawl off! Crawl off... Damn sick man of Great Yan! Coward!"
Immediately, the Black Eagle Gang's planted supporters began shouting, forcing Tang Wen's hand.
"Silence!" Yu Chang roared, and the entire venue immediately fell quiet.
"Well, everyone, what I meant was that ten billion is a little too little. It's not exciting enough," Tang Wen said.
"How much do you want to bet?" Mike Lang became even happier.
He had been afraid that asking for too much would make Tang Wen concede rather than take the bait, leaving him unable to carry out his plan.
"The Mi Kingdom is the world's foremost economic and military power. Your Black Eagle Gang has plenty of money, so let's make it fifty billion. And that's in Mi dollars, not Great Flame currency," Tang Wen said.
"Fifty billion?" Mike Lang seemed stunned too and could not help glancing at the Black Eagle Gang's elders.
After all, the sum really was frightening.
Converted into Great Flame currency, it was over two hundred billion, more than some small countries earned in a