Chapter 37 We Donât Have Enough Money to Pay 5000 People!
A middle-aged woman who was complaining about the pain in her leg had tears in her eyes as she mumbled, âI knew the humans would win! Was there a need to personally witness such a thing? I shouldnât have spent this money. The humans will definitely win!â
The two men behind her had their arms around each otherâs shoulders as they kept repeating the word âthe human won.â
The surroundings were filled with cheers and excited shouts.
A crippled old man sat on the ground with a look of despair on his face. He held the ticket that he had obtained for betting on the weeping corpse birdâs win and mumbled listlessly, âOne personâs joy is anotherâs sorrow. I only feel that they are noisyâ¦â
Amidst the cheers of the audience, Ms. An of Binhai First High held her mobile phone in a daze. Even though the duel in the ring had ended, she still had no intention of stopping the recording
It wasnât that she had other thoughts, but that she was simply stunned by the result of the battle!
To think a mere high school student had defeated a powerful A-grade fierce beast!
This was simply too shocking!
âOh no, why did the video get sent to the group? Damn it, itâs been more than two minutes, I canât recall it!â When Ms. An came back to her senses, she realized that the video she recorded had been automatically posted to the teachersâ group chat due to the length of the video.
It was as if a deep-sea bomb had been dropped on the teachersâ chat group, stunning everyone in it.
The people who were busy in the office stopped what they were doing and picked up their phones to check the video Ms. An had sent. They wondered if the student had been beaten to death.
Seeing that a new video had been posted in the teachersâ group chat, the teachers who were in the middle of the class put down their books and asked the students to study by themselves, then picked up their phones to check out the video.
The teachers who were too busy to leave tried to find a way to sneak into the toilet. Then, they took out their mobile phones and eagerly clicked open the video in the teachersâ group chat.
âLet me see, that student should have been killed by the weeping corpse bird, right? To think he even took the initiative to attack the weeping corpse bird? Heâs simply courting death!â
âHey, this video doesnât seem right⦠What? The weeping corpse bird, why is the weeping corpse bird suddenly lying on the ground and not moving?â
âThe weeping corpse bird is dead? Was it killed by that student? Wow! This is unbelievable!â
âThatâs impossible. Thereâs no way that student could have won against the weeping corpse bird. The organizer probably killed it on purpose, right? After all, so many people in the audience want Su Chen to win, donât they?â
âDidnât they say that this student only awakened a D-grade talent? How could he have such powerful abilities?â
âDidnât you say he used a strengthening drug? Whatâs there to be proud of for winning the duel with such despicable means?â
In the martial artistsâ lounge, many martial artists felt as if they had just survived a disaster. When they saw the weeping corpse bird lying on the ground and not breathing, they could finally breathe freely.
Joy filled their minds, and this group of people who had always tried to act cool and were always unsmiling jumped up in excitement.
They either hugged each other in pairs or held their equipment high up in the sky, looking at the high school student on the screen and shouting with relief and excitement, âDamn, this high school student is so f*cking awesome! Heâs much stronger than I was back then!â
The hormone-packed cheers penetrated the stone walls and only stopped when they reached the martial artistsâ VIP lounge.
In the VIP lounge, the blonde man was acting as if he had picked up a million dollars and was in a state of extreme excitement.
He was also like a person who had gotten high from drinking Coke. He didnât know fatigue as he used all his strength to jump around and kept shouting, âThis is great! Itâs awesome! This high school student is simply amazing! To think he really defeated the weeping corpse bird! He really did it! This fellow is worthy of my respect!â
Zhang Tong, who was standing beside the blonde man, looked happy as well. At the same time, his eyes seemed to be more relaxed, âThis guy called Su Chen really did it. That punch was incredible!â
However, unlike the hysterical cheers of the others, Zhang Tong seemed to have an extra trace of doubt on his face, âHow did he do it? That punch clearly did not have any power, so how did he kill the weeping corpse bird? Could it be that heâs still hiding his true strength?â
On the other side, in the customerâs VIP lounge, the corners of Young Master Guoâs mouth curled up slightly, and he looked very happy.
There was even a spring in his steps as he walked toward the sofa.
He sat on the sofa and muttered to himself, âThe side effect of the strengthening drug came at the right time. If it had been a second later, this kid would have been in danger. To be able to exhaust the weeping corpse bird, this kid⦠Youâve made me look at you in a new light.â
However, when he looked at the weeping corpse birdâs throat, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why did the weeping corpse birdâs neck look like it was broken?
âHurry up! Stop the match immediately and say that thereâs a problem with the weeping corpse bird. Say that the match is unfair to the high school student, so weâll be canceling the match at the last minute!â In the office, the mustached man shouted at the walkie-talkie, his right hand gripping the walkie-talkie tightly. He kept tightening his grip as if he wanted to crush the walkie-talkie into powder.
As the walkie-talkie made a hissing sound and the voice from the other end became blurred, the plastic and metal walkie-talkie was ultimately deformed. With a cracking âbangâ, the walkie-talkie instantly broke into dozens of pieces and fell on the table and the ground.
The half-smoked cigar in his other hand was also thrown to the ground, scattering sparks everywhere. It was then crushed by a thick leather boot.
The mustached manâs eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the scene in the arena.
âDamn this useless weeping corpse bird! It canât even handle the side effects of three doses of the strengthening drug? Useless trash!â At this moment, the man with the mustache wished that the thing that fell from his fingertips was not the broken walkie-talkie, but the body of the high school student who had disrupted his plan.
He also hoped that the spark under his feet was not the spark of the cigar, but the high school studentâs flame of life!
His subordinateâs voice rang in his ear, âBoss, most of the people have bet on the high school studentâs win. The odds are 2.5. We donât have enough money to pay 5000 people!â