"Mother... Mother..."
Luo Qingtong heard his lips gently wriggling, constantly whispering something in a low voice.
Those eyes, with a scattered gaze that regathered and then dispersed again, over and over.
As if some obsessive determination was supporting him, making him unwilling to just give up and die.
"Tsk, the idiot on the stage is struggling so hard it's almost unbearable to watch."
"Yeah! We've all seen life and death, blood in and blood out, who the hell hasn't? But watching this idiot makes it damn hard to be ruthless! No matter what, he's a goner this time!"
"Sigh! It's because he's too stubborn to take advice! Already so badly injured, even lying still he might not live, yet he insists on continuing the combat! Well, look at him now! He's just gifting his life and money to others! No one in this entire place is betting on him winning! What's the use of struggling like this? His mother is already dead, beyond saving! This stupid kid!"
"Exactly, that skinny guy is also sly, deliberately provoking him! Just so he can take his life while he's critically injured, aiming for a splendid future! We might be callous ourselves, but we're not that despicable! This time, the big fool is definitely doomed!"
Faint sighs could be heard all around.
The atmosphere around No. 9 Arena is not as bloodthirsty and frenzied as the others, but somewhat solemn instead.
Certain death?
Hearing what these people were saying, Luo Qingtong's eyebrows raised slightly as she pointed a hand towards the stage.
"That's enough, him. I bet on him winning, one hundred thousand gold!"
"Wha... What?" The Maid was about to record Luo Qingtong's bet when she thought she must have misheard.
"Guest... what did you say?"
"I said I bet on him winning, that big idiot. One hundred thousand gold."
Luo Qingtong's voice was indifferent.
"Got it down?"
"Got... got it. But guest, he's about to die!" The Maid noted down Luo Qingtong's bet but couldn't help herself from speaking out.
One hundred thousand gold to bet on someone who's about to die!
Is this guest burning with too much money?
The Maid couldn't make sense of it in her heart.
"He won't die."
The moment the Maid's words fell, Luo Qingtong's figure dashed forward.
With her there, how could he possibly die?
As long as someone doesn't wish to die, even if they're at the Ghost Gate, she would pull them back!
The one who ends up in her hands will not die unless she does not wish to save them, or they themselves desire death. Otherwise, she would definitely bring them back to life!
"Swoosh!"
Luo Qingtong's figure landed next to the arena.
"Want to live?" Her voice reached the ears of the tall and burly man, who showed a hint of confusion across his face and then nodded vigorously.
"Yes!"
This voice was loud and clear, drawing the attention of many, wondering what this big idiot was up to now.
No matter what commotion he caused, he was doomed this time!
"If you want to live, then kill him! I'll save you!"
As Luo Qingtong spoke, a stream of energy shot out from her fingertips instantly, striking the Baihui Acupoint on the big idiot's head!
Boom! The tall and burly man felt as if the Blood Qi Power in his entire body had begun to boil.
"Roar!"
From his mouth, an animalistic roar of rage burst forth.
The next second, his figure explosively shot upward, instantly flipping the skinny man off him!
"Crack!" The big idiot leapt up, catching up with the skinny man's body, and violently twisted off his head!
"Bang!"
After doing all this, he suddenly let out another feral roar, eyes blood-red, and then stiffly fell backwards.