CHAPTER 231 - Bet Lost?

The moment the match concluded, a deafening silence fell over the coliseum.

Thousands of spectators, who had been bracing themselves for a quick and predictable fight, were now frozen in place. 

Mouths hung open, eyes were wide in disbelief, and no voice dared to break the eerie stillness.

On the battlefield, Gurrak stood tall, his golden skin gleaming under the sunlight, while his opponent, Eric Reeves, lay sprawled on the ground, utterly defeated. 

The once-proud third-year, known for his resilience, had been completely overwhelmed.

And the method of his defeat?

Gold.

An impossible amount of gold.

It had started with a few small golden tendrils sprouting from Gurrak's body, an oddity that the audience had laughed at initially. 

But the laughter had quickly died as the tendrils expanded, twisting and coalescing into massive, hulking figures—golden golems, each one crafted with terrifying precision.