"Damn it! This Liang Chao is nothing but a pretty vase, all looks and no substance!"
"Exactly! What a so-called 'elite disciple from the Thousand Hands Sect Inner Sect, a martial master,' all bullshit!"
"Sigh! What a waste! I should've bet on Han Yu from the start! The odds on this guy were so damn high, if I'd bet on him, I could've made a small fortune!"
"The favorite is doomed! The favorite is doomed, damn it! I'm starting to suspect that Liang Chao and that Han Yu are putting on an act, deliberately swindling our money!"
"Makes sense! With over a hundred of us here at the ring, plus the few hundred people waiting outside, the total bets must be in the tens of billions, at least! If I were the organizer, I'd definitely fix the fight to make a profit!"
"For this crappy match, the invitation cost a freaking million, damn it, refund!"
Below the ring, the spectator seats were filled with a bustling din.