This was no ordinary polar bear, but the Bear King of the polar bears. Its strength was so great that it could shatter a thick layer of ice with a single slap, and it could even scoop up a killer whale and eat it. Solitary Cold's physique was already sturdy, and after merging with his beast, he grew even bigger. He stood there like an iron tower.
"Roar!"
He roared at the audience. Those who had their ears plugged up were even more afraid to let go.
"Next up is Challenger Mandrill."
This challenger really lived up to his name. Not only did he look like a baboon, his face was also painted with red and white paint, making him look like a real Mandrill. He had obviously prepared for this, and had already merged with his beast before going on stage. From this person's appearance and nickname, his beast should be Mandrill.
Mandrill was known as the Ghost Baboon. Despite its small size, it was extremely ferocious. Even monkeys of the same species would often have their intestines torn open by them. This participant was less than 1.5 meters tall, but his arms were quite long. He could touch the ground with just a slight bend.
His fingernails were red in color, and there were hooks on them. It was a weapon that came with his beast. This type of Innate Weapon was flexible and could regenerate. Warriors who used axes, axes, blades, swords, and other weapons needed to learn the relevant combat skills. Warriors who had Innate Weapons with their own beasts did not need to learn, because the weapon was a part of their body, and they could use their Innate Skills at any time.
"Roar!"
After Solitary Cold merged with his beast, his height reached 3 meters. Mandrill was less than 1.5 meters tall, and with his hunched body, he was even shorter. The two of them stood side by side, forming a stark contrast. With a roar, Solitary Cold pulled out the double-edged axe from his back.
"Brother Du, who do you want to bet on?"
According to the rules of Luosheng Sect, one had to place a bet before the battle began. Last time, Du Feng won 100 blue crystals in one go, so Li Jun was very interested in who he would bet on.
"I won't bet on anyone, only myself."
Du Feng looked at the two people on the field. Cultivation was at the level of a half-step to Grandmaster. One was an expert in strength and defense, the Polar Bear King Solitary Cold, who had won five consecutive deathmatches. The other new challenger was a Mandrill with the same nickname as the beast.
On the surface, the Mandrill's physique and beast seemed to be much weaker than before, but who could say for sure? Du Feng would never do something he wasn't sure of.
"I bet on the Bear King!"
"I'm also betting on Bear King!"
The odds were 1: 1.5. When the odds were announced, everyone was stunned. Judging from the odds, the organizer's evaluation of the two's strength was about the same. However, when the audience thought about it again, the odds between Buried Heaven and Benevolent had been 1: 10 yesterday. In the end, Benevolent had still won. The organizers' evaluation was not accurate at all. Therefore, they followed their instincts and placed their bets on Bear King.
"Hurry up, I want to place a bet."
"Me too, me too!"
There were many attendants at the scene, but the audience's enthusiasm for placing their bets was too high. They kept urging each other loudly, afraid that they would delay their own bets.
"Friend, you're not betting, are you?"
At that moment, someone arrived late and sat next to Du Feng. It was none other than Madam Gao, the one who I like to wear high-slit cheongsam. She had made a lot of money yesterday because she had bet on Du Feng winning. Not only had she made money, but she had also angered Lady Guo half to death. She had gained face and money at the same time.
"I'm a little short on money, so I won't be placing any bets."
Du Feng glanced at her, and Madam Gao immediately changed her sitting position. Her fair thighs flickered, and the male audience in the second row were overwhelmed by the sight.
"You don't have money, I can lend it to you."
At that moment, Lady Guo, who had lost money yesterday, also arrived. She didn't ask if there was anyone beside her and directly sat on the other side of Du Feng. Now, Du Feng was sandwiched between two rich ladies, one of whom was a widow who had just lost her husband.
"How unlucky, Brother Du, why don't you not fight tonight?"
Li Jun didn't have a good impression of the two rich ladies because Lady Guo had always supported him. In the end, after she lost, she caught Li Jun's head and played with it like a toy. As for Madam Gao, she was a widow. It was said that all the men she came into contact with either suddenly died of illness or had their essence sucked dry.
"Fighting in the ring is a game of life and death. It depends on strength, not luck."
Du Feng didn't care about being a widow or not, nor did he care who bet on him winning or losing. He only believed in his own strength and wouldn't fight a battle he wasn't confident in.
"Alright, I'll listen to you."
Li Jun thought about it and agreed. This Brother Du looked like a gentleman, but he didn't even bat an eyelid when he crushed his opponent into a meat patty this afternoon. He was right. A game of life and death depended on strength. Other objective factors weren't important.
"If that's the case, I won't bet on this round."
Seeing that Lady Guo had already bet five hundred yellow crystals on Mandrill, Madam Gao followed Du Feng's example and did not bet on this round either.
"What's wrong, sister? You won so much last night, why are you being so cautious today?"
Lady Guo had conservatively bet on Buried Heaven to win yesterday, but Du Feng beat her to a pulp. Therefore, she changed her mind today and bet on the new challenger, Mandrill.
"Betting complete. The match will begin soon."
As the emcee announced, the atmosphere in the ring tensed up. Solitary Cold's stalwart body had only moved half a step when Mandrill turned into a blur and appeared in front of him with a swoosh. The Innate Stage claw in its hand swung out.
"Rip …"
It was as if an iron hook had scratched through thick leather. Despite Solitary Cold's strong defense, Mandrill's claw left four bloody grooves on his thigh.
"Roar!"
Solitary Cold let out a furious roar and swung his double-edged axe. In the end, Mountain Elf bent his waist and easily dodged the attack. He wasn't even half as tall as Solitary Cold, so it was easy for him to dodge the attack. He swung his claws again and left four bloody grooves on Solitary Cold's thigh.
Solitary Cold was obviously pissed after being attacked twice in a row. He swung his double-edged axe and formed a protective wind around him. He didn't want Mandrill to get any closer. However, Mandrill jumped up and down more nimbly than a real monkey.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
A normal person wouldn't be able to get close to Solitary Cold with such a strong gust of wind. However, Mandrill was like a ghost. After squeaking a few times like a monkey, he slipped into the shadow of the axe. He wasn't afraid of being hit by the axe and clawed at Solitary Cold's calf.
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