As the white betting slips fluttered through the air, curses filled the stands on every side.
"Fuck your ancestors! How could he lose that?"
"Dead bastard, he deserved to die!"
"There had to be something going on behind the scenes. That guy was practically throwing himself onto that Chu fellow's blade!"
"Useless trash, go die!"
"Damn it, good thing there was a betting limit. Young Master Zuo had a bit of a conscience this time. He didn't fleece us out of too much money."
Those curses soon spread outside the building, instantly setting off a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring uproar.
Chu Xisheng did not need to listen closely to know those gamblers were hurling abuse.
He glanced at Zhuang Hongfei's corpse, feeling a faint pang.
While this man lived, countless gamblers had fawned over him. Once he died, those same gamblers cursed him. No one even cared about his death, as though he were a stray dog that had died in the street.
But Chu Xisheng's circumstances were not much better than Zhuang Hongfei's. He was in no position to pity anyone else.
Had he lost and died today, he would have met the same end.
Once they stepped into the Life-and-Death Arena, they had to be mentally prepared.
They were all desperadoes, gambling their lives for a future.
Chu Xisheng then focused on the illusory screen before him.
Earlier, he had been wholly absorbed in the battle and had paid no attention to his character panel.
Now, however, he discovered that his Martial Dao Points and reputation had changed again.
His reputation had actually jumped straight from "Ninth-Rank Upper (extraordinary)" to "Eighth-Rank Lower (established)."
His Martial Dao Points, meanwhile, had increased by a full twenty in just half an hour, reaching 102.
There was also "Yazi" in his status field.
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