"If it was him, I would definitely tear him to pieces, but it definitely wasn't him," Song Fugui said through gritted teeth.
Song Dashun said, "This way, after you go up, withdraw the banker and stop taking bets. But allow private bets among the audience. You can seize the opportunity to bet with him on this round, which will be more conducive to locking onto the target."
Song Fugui's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again: "If the person causing trouble also fights with others and the outcome is not satisfactory, he might still intervene to change the result."
"The possibility of that is much smaller. Without an intermediary, how many people who don't know each other would sit down to gamble? If they know each other, who would use such methods to cheat the other?" Song Dashun said.
"But, if we lose, we will lose twelve hundred million spirit stones."
"It's alright. It's worth spending twelve hundred million to expose this person, and after we expose him, we will make him pay back tenfold." Song Dashun said word by word, each word filled with a chilling intent, making Song Fugui shiver involuntarily.
Song Fugui returned to the stands and saw Mo Qi with his eyes half-closed, looking as if he was in control. He couldn't help but start to suspect if he was the one causing trouble!
Never mind, if it really is him, I'm not afraid, I have the Stone-Dissolving Bracelet. Besides, I'm not fighting alone.
Song Fugui quickened his steps and walked up to Mo Qi, saying, "I can bet with you, but the premise is that I bet first."
Mo Qi nodded without hesitation: "No problem."
At this moment, two small doors opened in the beast-fighting arena, and two more demonic beasts walked out, led by their beast tamers.
This time, the opponents were the Flying Centipede and the Twin-Tailed Scorpion.
Both sides were silent, appearing very docile.
When customers wanted to place bets, they discovered that the banker had already left. The table was empty, with no one there.
Song Fugui straightened his posture and announced loudly, "I'm very sorry, we lost a lot of money in the last match. Our inventory does not have that much spirit stones at the moment. We are worried that if we continue to open betting today, we might not be able to afford to pay everyone. Therefore, we will not be opening any betting today. You can play among yourselves privately."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt disappointed, but the reason given was very clear: they had no money and couldn't afford to pay if they lost.
This reason seemed perfectly acceptable!
Moreover, people bought tickets to come here primarily to watch the beast fights.
As for the betting, it was an optional entertainment item, dispensable.
If they didn't offer this optional item, you couldn't say anything.
A few people complained in low voices: "Such a large beast-fighting arena can afford to operate, yet they can't afford to lose this much. It's truly eye-opening."
But soon, things returned to calm.
Mo Qi's lips curled slightly, and a faint smile appeared.
It seemed they had shifted their suspicion to him.
They wanted to focus all their attention on him, to see if he would lose, and how he would win if he intended to.
Wouldn't this make things— increasingly interesting?
"Oh," Mo Qi looked at Song Fugui meaningfully, "Then if you bet on this round with me, and if you lose, can you afford to pay?"
Song Fugui smiled: "Naturally, it's no problem."
"To bet on this round with me, you actually stopped being the banker. Has the Song family's beast-fighting arena become so strapped for cash?" Mo Qi also smiled.
Song Fugui opened his mouth, wanting to speak but stopping.
"But I just don't understand, what are you aiming for? If you win, you only win 120 million spirit stones from me. If you lose, you will lose 1.2 billion spirit stones. Not to mention crippling yourselves, it should be a massive loss, right? What exactly are you aiming for?"
His words made others feel strange as well, including those around him like Tong Wuqi, Murong Yanran, Fen Tian, and Le Yu, who all looked at him.
"This... we're not aiming for anything," Song Fugui was a bit speechless, his mind racing through various thoughts, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Because I want to gain Miss Yanran's approval."
Murong Yanran spat, "Shameless! What does it matter to me if you win or lose?"
"Huh?" Everyone looked at Murong Yanran with surprised eyes, finding it hard to believe that such vulgar words could come from her.
Murong Yanran looked only at Mo Qi, her face red, covering her mouth: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!"
Song Fugui, however, felt that her scolding was excellent, because with this scolding, the attention of everyone was diverted, and the previous question was silently resolved.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qi still pressed the issue, staring at him: "Do you have some foolproof winning method?"
"How could we?" Song Fugui said very firmly, "You can't just say that. Our Song family's beast-fighting arena values integrity the most, abides by rules the most, and respects customers the most. We disdain to use those petty and dishonest tricks."
"See, you've misunderstood. I never said you were using tricks. I meant that you can do your homework beforehand, fully understand your own demonic beasts' combat capabilities, and thus have a more accurate estimation of their chances of winning or losing in a fight. Isn't that a winning method?" Mo Qi said slowly.
Damn it, Song Fugui broke out in a cold sweat. Had he been too agitated just now?
Song Fugui coughed awkwardly: "We have done some homework in this regard, but it doesn't have much impact on the outcome. Beast fighting mainly depends on the performance of both sides on the spot. For example, just now, we all thought the Heavenly King Ape would lose, but it won instead. Brother Mo, you've reminded me. Why were you so sure that the Heavenly King Ape would win?"
This counter-attack was perfectly timed. Song Fugui was impressed by his own cleverness. I'm a young master of the Song family, after all. This ability to respond is definitely enough to handle things independently.
Mo Qi's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't know it would definitely win, but I knew that betting on the Golden-Haired Black Lion wouldn't earn much money, which was boring, so I bet on the Heavenly King Ape."
It seemed to make sense.
Song Fugui waved his hand, and a subordinate brought a storage bag and placed it on the table by the aisle.
"Brother Mo, do you want to count it?" Song Fugui pointed to the storage bag.
"No need," Mo Qi waved his hand and pointed to the storage bag that Murong Yanran had just filled, "My bet is all here. You can have someone take it."
Fen Tian suddenly stood up, looking at Mo Qi and said, "Your bet is not enough. I want to bet with you."
Mo Qi shook his head: "I won't bet with you, because you're about to run out of money."
Fen Tian was so angry he wanted to vomit blood, but he was helpless.
However, he felt utterly humiliated. If he couldn't swallow this insult, how could he live with himself?
He immediately pointed at Mo Qi, his hands trembling: "You wait, we'll settle this outside the arena. Don't you dare not come out."
Saying that, he turned and stormed out!
Mo Qi shrugged: "Whatever you say."
But Song Fugui was thinking, "Whether you can get out today is not yet certain!"
After Song Fugui had someone take Mo Qi's bet and place it on the table by the aisle, he said to Mo Qi, "I bet on the Twin-Tailed Scorpion to win."
Mo Qi said nonchalantly, "Then I'll bet on the Flying Centipede to win."
The next moment, after Song Fugui announced the start, the two beast tamers on the stage retreated.
The Flying Centipede and the Twin-Tailed Scorpion began to tear at each other in the arena.
Their fight was not as bloody as the previous one.
But the collision between two demonic beasts several zhang long was no less fierce than the previous match.
Song Fugui's choice was indeed not arbitrary.
The Twin-Tailed Scorpion immediately seized the initiative in the arena. It swung its large pincers, pinching and striking, forcing the Flying Centipede to retreat repeatedly.
The Flying Centipede's front pair of teeth were also very sharp and glinted, but compared to the Twin-Tailed Scorpion's pincers, they were too short to reach the opponent. Several times, the Twin-Tailed Scorpion's pincers almost pulled out its teeth.
The Flying Centipede struggled free by desperately swinging its tail.
What posed a fatal threat from the Flying Centipede to the Twin-Tailed Scorpion were the steel-knife-like tentacles all over its body, extending from every joint. When the Flying Centipede crawled to the side of the Twin-Tailed Scorpion, it was the Twin-Tailed Scorpion's most fearful moment.
The Flying Centipede could also fly into the air, attacking the Twin-Tailed Scorpion from above, but the Twin-Tailed Scorpion's huge tail stinger was very convenient for sniping airborne attackers.
Therefore, the Flying Centipede was hesitant to fly when facing the Twin-Tailed Scorpion.
After a few rounds, the Flying Centipede seemed to have analyzed its shortcomings and weaknesses. It no longer collided head-on with the opponent. Instead, it circled in the center of the arena, and when it reached the side of the Twin-Tailed Scorpion, it swung its tail.
A "great saber" flashing with cold light swung towards the Twin-Tailed Scorpion.
As the Flying Centipede moved, the Twin-Tailed Scorpion also twisted its body. Once the Flying Centipede moved to its side, it also twisted its body to face it head-on.
When the Flying Centipede swung its tail, it immediately raised its large pincers to meet the attack.
The Flying Centipede swung its entire body's force. Amidst the clanging sounds, the Twin-Tailed Scorpion was knocked over several times, then it steadied itself on the ground.
Its hide was thick and tough, and it was not injured at all.
The Flying Centipede pressed its advantage, attempting to defeat the Twin-Tailed Scorpion with one blow.
But it always had to circle around, which gave the Twin-Tailed Scorpion an opening. It pounced onto the Flying Centipede's back, pressing it to the ground, and then its two large pincers relentlessly hammered.
At one point, it struck the Flying Centipede's joint, and green liquid spurted out.
The Flying Centipede made a chirping sound and, with a burst of tail-swinging, managed to shake off the Twin-Tailed Scorpion.
The spectators in the stands also let out a cheer!
The applause was thunderous!
What a brilliant and intelligent battle!
Song Fugui couldn't help but smile.
But he only glanced at the arena occasionally, spending most of his time watching Mo Qi. Every move Mo Qi made did not escape his eyes.
However, Mo Qi remained indifferent, his gaze distant, as if he were watching the arena, yet not watching it.
The entire affair seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Murong Yanran, on the other hand, was watching with great tension, her eyes following the Flying Centipede. When the Flying Centipede was being suppressed, she even stood up nervously.
At this moment, in the arena, the Twin-Tailed Scorpion was chasing and beating the Flying Centipede. The Flying Centipede, fearing that the opponent would climb onto its back again, kept fleeing, constantly swinging its tail.
But due to the injury, the amplitude of its tail-swinging could not be too large. Each swing caused excruciating pain.
Therefore, its tail-swinging could not inflict fatal damage on the Twin-Tailed Scorpion.
Conversely, whenever the Twin-Tailed Scorpion found an opportunity, it would unexpectedly raise its twin pincers and hammer down, causing the Flying Centipede to ooze green juice.
The Twin-Tailed Scorpion desperately fled, and the Twin-Tailed Scorpion seized the opportunity to pursue and attack relentlessly, leaving the Flying Centipede covered in wounds.