As he stepped off the ring, the gazes of the four factions toward him had changed. Brutus had recovered, but unlike before, he no longer showed a scornful look. His head was slightly bowed as he watched Lian walk away.
"It is better this way… at least he will not chase me to the ends of the world for revenge," Lian muttered, leaving everyone behind.
The direction Lian was heading toward was obvious at this point: the registration desk where he had placed his bets.
There were several desks where one could register and place their bets. At the same time, there was a single glowing device that shone for each person in the stands. It was a kind of artifact capable of storing gold coins for betting.
"Not bad, kid. Two consecutive victories. I believed in you!"
The man continued to shower Lian with praise. His expression was one of slight embarrassment as he scratched the back of his head, his cheeks faintly flushed. He did not expect to receive all these compliments.
