The battle of the Independent Immortal had finally come to its peak, with both fighters exhausted and battered, barely able to hold on as the crowd cheered for them.
There had been a huge amount of betting on the fight once it started, and by Cara's thoughts in Karl's mind, no matter who won, they had made significant money off that match. In fact, they were making money off all the longer fights, as the odds got worse the longer the fight went on, and the winner became more likely.
The betting income was still nothing to what the food and drink vendors were making, though. Everyone was stocking up when the vendors came past their section of the bleachers, just in case there was something good happening the next time that the vendor came by.
There were so many insane fights going on at the same time that they were having a hard time just deciding what to watch.
