As Chu Xisheng stepped down from the arena, the entire arena thundered with an uproar.
A crowd of gamblers who had lost money pounded the tables and chairs, roaring and shouting.
The commotion soon spread outside the building, where the martial wanderers who could not afford admission also erupted in furious shouts.
Some of the bolder ones even drew their weapons and tried to charge inside, showing faint signs of turning into a riot.
Fortunately, the guests inside had all surrendered their weapons before entering. Otherwise, they would now have been attacking in concert from within and without.
Young Master Zuo also reacted promptly, deploying several hundred fully armed martial masters to push the agitated crowd outside. He also summoned a large detachment of government troops stationed nearby, roughly two hundred men, who brought a considerable number of military bows and crossbows. Only then did he barely manage to suppress the situation.
The Female Guard immediately escorted Chu Xisheng back to the luxurious suite on the top floor.
Zuo Qingyun followed shortly afterward, wiping cold sweat from his face. "Brother Chu, that Life-and-Death Arena match of yours was far too clean and decisive. You could at least have traded a few saber blows up there. If I hadn't known the truth, I'd have thought you were throwing the fight too."
Chu Xisheng let out a laugh. "Then I'll keep that in mind next time."
But the Life-and-Death Arena decided not only victory and defeat, but life and death.
Whatever the circumstances, he would only ever give his all, holding nothing back.
Zuo Qingyun laughed heartily. "Actually, there's no need. Tao Yuan was simply too weak. After today, anyone who wants to challenge you will have to weigh whether they have the strength to contend with you."
He then waved a