Chapter 61: Nine Dragons Contest (6)
The quarterfinals ended in an instant.
That’s because they faced opponents whose skill levels were clearly mismatched.
It was obvious the host, the Red Dragon Sect, had pulled strings to ensure the Nine Dragons Contest concluded successfully.
‘As expected, the Red Dragon Sect of entertainment.’
At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if a Nine Dragons Land popped up somewhere in the outer city soon.
Thanks to that, I could enter the semifinals without nearly exhausting my stamina.
Of course, the same would likely be true for Baek Muha.
That was why I found myself thinking more deeply about my duel with him.
“What are you going to do?”
“That’s right. Decide quickly. Registration closes soon.”
The two women urged me on as I hesitated to make a decision.
Thinking about it, this whole dilemma was ridiculous.
I could just stick to my original plan: bet on defeat, fight half-heartedly, and lose.
But that one phrase Baek Muha had spat out back then kept swirling in my head.
‘To someone like you?’
Was it because I was being ignored by someone I usually despised?
His words replayed vividly in my mind, as if I’d just heard them.
‘The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get.’
That bastard really.
As I agonized over it again and again.
“Closing soon! If you want to place a bet, hurry up!”
The warrior manning the reception desk for the Red Dragon Gang bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Shifting my gaze above him, I spotted the paper listing the odds.
‘Baek Muha at 1.7, me at 2.3.’
