"This is possible," Chen Jian nodded to himself.
Such a story about a few hundred Fierce Beasts surrounding and attacking a dozen or so Level Five Fierce Beasts, and in the end, all perishing together—that's simply too far-fetched.
If everyone believes such a statement, thinking a miracle might happen.
"This Mo Batian, he doesn't even blush when he lies," Elder Tree cursed in anger, "But I like it. A person should preserve their own strength, otherwise, how can they make a big profit?"
Elder Tree watched as Mo Huasong kicked a dozen Profound Department students out of the arena one after the other, stomping the ground in frustration.
No need to keep watching, in the end, Mo Huasong would surely win, and someone was going to make a big profit.
"Chen Jian, you guys are too cunning, you didn't even tell me to bet on Mo Batian's victory?" Elder Tree cursed angrily.
