Chapter 91: Return from the Dead
Chapter 91: Return from the Dead
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As the tall man fell, a mist of blood erupted from his body. In an instant, all traces of humanity vanished from him.
The audience watched in stunned silence.
"Forbidden law!" someone finally gasped.
"This idiot is courting death!"
"With injuries like that, he dares to use the forbidden method to forcibly enhance his strength? Even a healthy person risks being torn apart by the backlash! He's insane!"
The stands erupted in a mix of exclamations and disbelief. No one could believe what they were witnessing.
The consensus was clear: the foolish man was doomed. Yet, against all odds, he had used the forbidden method to annihilate his opponent.
"He won," Luo Qingtong said calmly, raising an eyebrow at the maid standing behind her. The maid, responsible for recording the bets, could only gape in disbelief.
"Prepare the payout," Luo Qingtong added with a smirk.
In the entire bloodstained fighting arena, only Luo Qingtong had wagered on the so-called fool. The odds were so astronomical that her victory shattered every record in the arena's history. Luo Qingtong's modest bet of one hundred thousand gold had multiplied into a fortune hundreds of times over.
"N-No, guest..." the maid stammered, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events.
No one could have predicted this outcome. Just as Luo Qingtong placed her bet, the man had defied all expectations, killing his opponent despite his grave injuries. But the maid quickly recovered, her professionalism kicking in.
"Guest," she explained cautiously, "for your wager to be valid, he must survive. If both contestants die, the house wins. He..."
Her voice trailed off. The implication was clear—the man was as good as dead.
Before she could finish, Luo Qingtong was already on the move. Her figure landed gracefully on the blood-soaked fighting platform.
"I said he won't die," she said, her voice calm yet filled with unshakable certainty.
The maid could only stare as Luo Qingtong retrieved a small porcelain bottle from her robes. She knelt beside the fallen man, pouring the liquid into his mouth with precision. Then, with deft movements, she tapped several key points on his body.
The crowd watched, breathless, as Luo Qingtong leaned down and whispered something into the dying man's ear. Moments later, the impossible happened.
The tall, heavily injured man stirred. His body, battered and broken beyond recognition, began to move. Slowly, unsteadily, he pushed himself to his feet.
He stood up.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the arena like a tidal wave.
With wounds so severe, with the forbidden method's deadly backlash coursing through him, it was a miracle he hadn't died outright. Yet here he was, standing tall amidst the carnage.
The silence around Arena No. 9 was deafening, a tension so thick it seemed to seep into the very air.
Even the other fights across the arena ground to a halt. All eyes turned toward the spectacle unfolding on the bloodstained platform.
The tall man stood firm, his movements eerily crisp and sure. Though the gaping wound in his abdomen remained, the bleeding had inexplicably stopped.
"What... what just happened?"
"What did she say to him?"
The questions hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling.
Some in the crowd began to speculate wildly. Could it be a spell? Some arcane incantation to summon the dead back to life?
More eyes, however, fixed on the small porcelain bottle in Luo Qingtong's hand.
The truth was undeniable: it wasn't just her whispered words. That bottle held the secret.
A single thought consumed the crowd. What kind of potion could bring a man back from the brink of death?
If owning a bottle meant an extra life, how far would someone go to get their hands on it?
The entire arena buzzed with frenzied whispers, the audience's shock and greed palpable. And in the center of it all stood Luo Qingtong, calm and composed, as if she had orchestrated the entire spectacle from the start.