Chapter 90: I Buy Him to Win

Chapter 90: I Buy Him to Win

"Mother… mother…"

Luo Qingtong could hear the faint murmurs slipping from his lips as he lay there, barely conscious. His voice, fragile and persistent, carried an unyielding desperation.

Those eyes—glazed yet determined—reflected a fierce inner battle. They would lose focus, then sharpen again, as though some profound obsession anchored him to life, unwilling to let go.

"Tsk! That fool on stage is really clinging to life, isn't he? It's almost painful to watch," someone sneered from the crowd.

"Yeah! We've all seen life and death before, but this idiot? He's trying so hard it's pitiful. Honestly, watching this makes you feel bad, even if you didn't want to. Still, it's over for him. He's done for."

"He's hopeless. Stubborn to the point of stupidity! He's so battered he probably wouldn't survive lying still in a bed, let alone in a fight. And yet, here he is, throwing himself into a death match! What's the point? His mother's dead, his future's gone, and now his life will be too! What a waste."

"True, but that scrawny guy he's up against is cunning. He's provoking him on purpose, forcing him to fight in this condition. Sure, it's ruthless, but it's not outright evil. Either way, this fool won't make it through this time."

Whispers and sighs rippled through the crowd.

Unlike the other arenas, where cheers and bloodlust dominated, the atmosphere around Arena No. 9 felt heavy and somber.

Must die?

Luo Qingtong's brows arched slightly as she listened. A faint smile touched her lips, and she raised a hand, pointing toward the stage.

"Alright, I'll bet on him. One hundred thousand gold. I'm buying him to win."

The maid attending the betting table froze, blinking in disbelief. "Wha… what?" She thought she must have misheard.

"Guest, could you repeat that?" she stammered, still unsure if her ears were playing tricks on her.

"I said," Luo Qingtong replied, her voice calm but firm, "I'll buy that stupid big guy to win. One hundred thousand gold."

The maid's quill hovered mid-air as she stared at Luo Qingtong, her expression a mix of shock and confusion.

"Are… are you sure, guest? He's… he's about to die!" she blurted out, unable to contain her bewilderment.

"Just write it down," Luo Qingtong said, her tone light and unbothered.

Reluctantly, the maid scribbled down the bet, all the while muttering inwardly. One hundred thousand gold on a dying man? Is this guest so rich that she's throwing money away for fun?

But Luo Qingtong's gaze was unwavering.

"He won't die," she said with certainty.

As soon as the maid finished noting the wager, Luo Qingtong's figure disappeared, a blur of motion as she swept toward the fighting stage.

With her around, how could he die?

As long as someone had the will to live, she would drag them back from the brink of death, no matter how dire the situation. The only exceptions were when she chose not to intervene—or if the person themselves had given up on life.

But this man… he wanted to live.

"Do you want to live?"

Her voice, calm yet commanding, reached the ears of the battered giant. His gaze flickered with confusion at first, but then his expression hardened. He nodded vigorously, his determination radiating through his battered form.

"I do!"

His voice rang out loud and clear, silencing the murmurs of the crowd. Every eye turned to him, wondering what this seemingly doomed fool could possibly be planning now.

No matter what he does, he's a dead man walking, the onlookers thought.

Luo Qingtong's lips curled into a faint smile. "Then fight to kill," she said softly. "I'll save you."

With a snap of her fingers, a burst of energy shot out from her fingertips, striking the Baihui acupoint atop the giant's head.

"Boom!"

A surge of blood and energy erupted within the man's body, coursing through him like an unstoppable tide. His veins pulsed with renewed vigor, and his eyes glowed with a feral intensity.

"Roar!"

The sound that tore from his throat was no longer human—it was the cry of a beast awakened.

His massive frame surged upward, throwing the wiry opponent on top of him high into the air.

"Crack!"

The crowd gasped as the giant leapt after his foe, catching him mid-air. With a brutal twist, he snapped the thin man's neck in one fluid motion.

"Boom!"

The lifeless body hit the ground, a dull thud reverberating through the arena.

The towering man stood for only a moment longer, his blood-red eyes scanning the stunned faces of the spectators. Then, with a final, guttural roar, he collapsed, falling to the ground with a resounding crash.