"Damn, I only bet a million on the assassin Leng Mian just now, damn it!"
"That assassin Leng Mian guy has been hiding his strength; he's never gone head-to-head before!"
...
The audience was full of voices, but Ye Chenfeng could pick up the gist: in the past, the impression Leng Mian gave was that he won by speed and tricky techniques, relying on his movement technique. His biggest flaw was his physique, too thin and weak, easy to overlook.
Whereas Xingyuan Hao'er had been domineering, crushing his way through, showing a very formidable side. Their styles were completely opposite, so no one could easily predict who would win or lose. When placing bets earlier, there wasn't a clear favorite, with support evenly divided for both sides.
But when the match began, people realized that the assassin Leng Mian had held something back; this guy was much more terrifying than imagined.
Now, those who bet on Xingyuan Hao'er felt like crying; this bloodletting cost them dearly.
