"War Angel wins by technical knockout..." The synthesized, melodious voice of the beautiful announcer softly reached the ears of every spectator.*** Everyone was stunned. How could the Six Yang Palm, which had just held a slight advantage, be technically knocked out by War Angel in the blink of an eye? Luck!

This "Mouthpiece Master" must have won the bet purely on luck! Several of the bettors glanced sideways at Qin Fen next to them, whose eyes were also wide with astonishment, confirming their earlier suspicions. Qin Fen’s eyes were wide, unable to fully believe what he was seeing as he stared at the victor and vanquished in the arena.

The timing of the Six Yang Palm's defeat and the manner of War Angel's victory were precisely as he had predicted, down to the smallest detail! The one hundred and fifty US dollars he had bet on the system, after the system deducted a fifteen-dollar commission, saw the remaining one hundred and thirty-five instantly transfer into Qin Fen’s personal account on the Sky Martial Arts Network. One hundred and thirty-five dollars!

Qin Fen's hands trembled slightly with excitement. Not only had he recouped the wages he’d lost by not working today, but he had earned far, far more! "Thank you, thank you." Qin Fen said his thanks while immediately transferring the one hundred and thirty-five dollars from his Sky Martial Arts Network account directly into his personal bank account.

Only money that entered his physical bank card was truly his own money! Qin Fen had always held this belief. Thank you?

Hearing this sincere expression of gratitude, the few people who had lost money found it grating, almost like a deliberate provocation. The person who first initiated the wager with Qin Fen slowly furrowed his brows toward the center of his forehead. Losing to anyone else in this venue wouldn't have been humiliating, but to lose to this coward who wouldn't even step into the ring to fight?

It was utterly shameful. The faces of the other losers were also grim. The person they usually teased was now winning money off them amidst casual conversation.

After completing the transfer, Qin Fen waited very seriously for the next match to begin. Commentary on one fight was barely enough material to write one article for payment; he needed another. "Mouthpiece Master!

I’ll bet with you again!" the first loser spat out, his tone brimming with indignation. "Still fifty dollars?" Qin Fen felt a stir of interest. With the recovered one hundred and thirty-five dollars as a safety net, no matter the outcome of the next wager, he wouldn't truly lose.

There was even a chance to earn much more. "Bet!" Losing money was secondary; losing face was the critical issue! The man who had lost earlier agreed without reservation.

"Do the rest of you want to bet?" Qin Fen asked the others. Fifty dollars against several other fifties—this was an opportunity not to be missed. "Bet!" "I’ll bet too!" "If you want to bet, let’s bet!" To be challenged by the 'Mouthpiece Master,' whom they always bullied, and not respond today would mean total loss of face.

Seeing three more people place wagers, Qin Fen grew excited again. If he won, it would be two hundred dollars! After commission, that was still one hundred and eighty dollars, equivalent to over twelve hundred RMB!

One second, ten seconds, thirty seconds, two minutes... Usually, bouts followed one another immediately after a match concluded, but today the arena was eerily quiet. After waiting five minutes, still no one stepped forward to fight, and the gamblers began to grow restless.

Ten minutes passed, and something bizarre happened: the arena, which had never been empty for more than five minutes, remained vacant for a full ten. "Is there no one left?" Qin Fen felt a slight disappointment. "Then I'll log off.

I have things to do tomorrow..." "Wait! Since no one else will fight, I'll fight you!" The first gambler suddenly shouted into the arena's public channel, "Mouthpiece Master! If you’re a real man, don't run; I'll fight you!" "I won't fight," Qin Fen's refusal was as firm as when these people challenged him previously.

Stamina was a precious resource; it was needed for work, school, and practicing martial arts. How could such a valuable resource be squandered on a fight that brought no reward? "You!" the first gambler roared.

"What? Scared!" "An unnecessary fight." Qin Fen began selecting the command to log off. He had already profited enough for today; conserving energy meant he could potentially earn more tomorrow at his job.

Unnecessary fight? Hearing his words about conserving stamina, the others interpreted it as a high-and-mighty dismissal, an expression of disdain for fighting them. "Qin Lin!

This kid is too arrogant! Fight him! I’ll bet fifty...

no! I’ll bet one hundred dollars! Betting on you to win!" Qin Fen, who was about to confirm his log-off, paused the confirmation sequence.

One hundred dollars? If he won, he'd earn ninety dollars more, surpassing what he could earn working tomorrow! "That’s right!

Qin Lin, I support you too! I’ll put in fifty dollars too!" Qin Fen casually clicked open the combat record file of Qin Lin nearby. Personnel on the Sky Martial Arts Network had the right to display or hide their records; the Qin Lin before him had chosen to make his public.

Ru Zhen Qin Lin (As), height 1.77 meters, wingspan 1.82 meters, uses the new technique 'Blue Electric Force,' a Two-Star Warrior, with a record of 137 wins and 12 losses. His last fight was two days ago, a defeat against 'As Swift As Wind' (). New martial arts were never offered freely by the Federation; because new techniques were relatively fast to master and more potent, learning them generally required spending money to purchase them from the Federation and undergoing surgery.

Martial arts that required the expenditure of significant funds were usually superior to free techniques, leading to a higher win rate in equally ranked confrontations. Generally, those practicing free martial arts preferred not to contest against practitioners of new techniques. A faint smile touched Qin Fen's lips.

Ru Zhen Qin Lin? Hadn't the critique he wrote for the newspaper two days ago included an assessment of this very person? At that time, he had stated that Qin Lin’s techniques were more flashy than powerful.

This had infuriated Qin Lin enough to issue a challenge. After quickly scanning all the data Qin Lin had made public, Qin Fen laughed—a genuinely happy laugh. This one hundred and fifty dollars shouldn't be an issue.

Two days ago, when writing the critique, Qin Fen had already calculated the probability of victory should he ever face Ru Zhen Qin Lin. The final estimation was a complete victory within one hundred and thirty moves! "I'll bet one hundred on myself to win!" Ru Zhen Qin Lin shouted at Qin Fen.

"If you win, all that money is yours. If you lose, I don't need money from you; just call me boss whenever you see me from now on." Qin Fen selected the agreement protocol for the duel. The next second, he was teleported to the center of the arena.

The betting pool for this match had reached a staggering five hundred and seventy dollars! Qin Fen suddenly felt a sense of suffocation. Five hundred and seventy dollars!

A win meant nearly half a month's living expenses! The usually composed Qin Fen could no longer maintain his calm in the face of such a massive sum; an uncontrollable fighting spirit suddenly surged within his chest.