"It doesn't matter."
Dick only replied, and continued to squeeze forward.
The people around him also knew that the demon hunter was coming, and they all made way for him.
Easily, he reached the innermost part of the crowd, and there was a ring in the center.
There were four strong men around the ring maintaining order.
The ring was simple and clean, surrounded by wooden railings, and inside there were two people bare-chested, fighting.
One is tall and the other is short.
The short man has fat muscles all over his body, a bald head, and a pointed head, but he has a small braid in the center of his head, like a pig's tail.
The tall man was very tall and strong, only half a head shorter than Tyson. He had an afro and was punching the short man in the face.
Every time it hits, the pig tail on the short man's head will shake.
After several times, the short man finally fell backwards and stopped moving.
Fortunately, this is the ground and not a cement floor, otherwise something would have to happen.
And the tall man opened his arms in demonstration and shouted around, "I~Hungry Wolf~ am invincible!"
When the people around heard his shout, they seemed to be even more excited, and they all shouted "Hungry Wolf is invincible!".
And someone next to Dick shouted happily, "I damn sure made the right bet, how could that little guy beat Hungry Wolf? Five Kelang, I won five Kelang."
Of course, there were also people who squeezed away from the crowd in despair, muttering in a low voice, "It's over, it's over, this month's food money is all gone, how can I explain it to my wife when I get home?"
Dick suddenly realized that this was the fighting competition Tyson mentioned, and there were still people who could bet on it.
A man in smart clothes and a tall hat shouted across the street, "Now I declare that the hungry wolf wins! Does anyone else want to challenge him?"
"Whoever can beat him will receive a bonus of 10 Kelang."
When the people around heard this, their voices became quieter, and no one responded.
The man in the top hat couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "Is it really not there? It's a full 10 Kelang!"
His eyes wandered among the crowd, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Until I saw Dick opposite, my eyes lit up.
"Witcher, are you a witcher? How about it? Do you want to participate in our competition?"
"As long as you participate in the competition, I will increase your bonus to...20 Kelang."
Dick thought secretly, before Tyson said that Fighting needed actual combat, isn't this a good place to practice Fighting on his own?
Besides, I have [Intermediate Self-Healing], so even if I suffer some flesh injuries, I will recover quickly.
"Okay, I agree.
"But..."
"But what, witcher?"
"But I also want to make some money for myself, is that okay?"
"This is not acceptable. According to regulations, we strictly prohibit players from placing their own bets to prevent match-fixing."
"Okay."
A snort came from the side, "Hmph, although the demon hunter is very good at killing demons, it's really crazy to think that he can defeat Hungry Wolf with bare hands. Hungry Wolf just came here recently, but he won 6 games."
"Shh, be careful, don't be seen by the witchers. Many witchers will draw their swords and kill us if we disagree."
"What am I afraid of? I belong to Black Cat Mercenary Company, wuwu, don't cover my mouth, why don't I stop talking..."
The sound became smaller and smaller, and his companion must have covered his mouth, leaving only some whimpering sounds.
"Witcher, what's your name?" the man in the top hat asked again.
"Dick."
There is a set of simple tables and chairs next to the man in the high hat. A man with a single-sided glasses is leaning in front of the table, holding a quill and recording in a low voice, and murmurs, "The Witcher Dick."
The man in the top hat asked again, "Have you participated in this kind of competition before?"
Dick shook his head.
The man in the single-lens mirror murmured again, "0 fighting match, newcomer."
Then he raised his head and looked at Dick, adjusted his glasses frame and said, "Dick, I suggest you not to participate, otherwise you will be easily beaten to death."
"Don't talk." The man in the top hat lowered his head to remind his companion, then raised his head to look at Dick.
"Master Dick, don't listen to his nonsense.
"With your demon hunters' physical fitness, isn't it more than enough to deal with ordinary people?"
He was afraid that the demon hunter would give up the game, and if there was no gimmick, he would make a lot less money today.
Unexpectedly, the demon hunter opposite him nodded and agreed, "That's true."
Hungry Wolf in the center of the ring stopped after hearing this.
"Hmph, I don't care if you are a demon hunter, I will hammer out those two cat eyes of yours." After saying that, he rubbed his fingers together, making the knots creak.
Dick ignored it and walked to the man in the top hat, "Then I have to take off my armor like them?"
"That's it, Dick, you don't have to worry about your clothes and armor being stolen, I'm here, no one dares to touch your things, just take them off and give them to me," the man with a single lens replied.
"Okay."
Dick Hearing this, he took off his clothes and armor and handed weapons and other items to the man with a single lens sitting nearby.
The latter took out a large bag, put all the clothes into it, tied it tightly with a rope, and put it in a box beside it.
Dick was relieved after seeing this. He didn't want to lose his clothes again after he finished playing the game. That would be too much trouble.
"Everyone, you can place your bets now. Should you bet on the Demon Hunter who has 0 games of experience to win, or on Hungry Wolf who has won 6 consecutive games undefeated? You can come to me to sign up now."
"I'll do it, Hungry Wolf will definitely win."
"I also bet on Hungry Wolf."
"I think the witcher is more powerful."
"Huh, you'll cry soon."
The man with a single lens looked at Dick with a calm face and no sense of urgency about the competition, so he quietly said, "Dick, can you really win?"
"I think I can."
The man took out a handful of coins and gritted his teeth. "Then I'll bet you to win."
After that, he took a small book and wrote down his name and the amount of the bet.
Dick It's a little regrettable that the organizer can bet but he can't. This doesn't seem to be much different from the state official setting fire?
The man in the top hat immediately laughed and looked around, "Look, even our recordkeepers have begun to place bets themselves. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bet your money!"
Hearing this, the scene became more lively, and more people came to line up to place bets.
Dick jumped into the ring with a slight leap.
The pigtail braid that was knocked down before had already been carried away.
Hungry Wolf in front of him stared at Dick, "Humph, you're so tender-skinned and tender. I guess you just left the army not long ago, and you don't have any scars on your body."
"Little Bai face, don't call me mom when I beat you and cry."
After saying that, there was another burst of laughter from all around.
"Okay, now I announce," the man in the top hat outside the ring didn't know when he took a gong in his hand and knocked it loudly.
"Boom!"
"The game begins."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hungry Wolf from the opposite side came over with a big fist.