Sea Cultivation: Giant Ships and Heavy Artillery Knock on the Door to All Races

Chapter 78 Monsters Eat People, People Eat People

The Beaver Beast is a late-stage first-order amphibious agile monster.

Its body shape is not very exaggerated, but its explosive muscle lines and countless fine scars from injuries that have healed tell of its unparalleled cruelty.

"Ooh!"

As the beaver beast, who was not shy and even seemed to enjoy the gazes and cheers of humans, entered the venue, some gamblers in the crowd cheered loudly for it. It was obvious that they were all veteran gamblers.

"And today's deathmatch challenger, Tiger-Men-"

As the name of the death match challenge suggests, this battle is difficult to dilute because one of the two sides must be completely defeated.

"What a strong momentum!"

Tiger Face is naturally the anonymous name of the challenger. He is a shield-sword monk at the seventh level of Qi Refining who wears a tiger demon mask.

Compared with the beaver beast, his body is short and thin, but the endless fighting spirit emanating from him is not inferior to that of the beaver beast, and even surpasses it.

"roar~"

Feeling provoked by its target, the beaver beast roared loudly.

This is the kind of game that the audience likes. The two sides have a sharp contrast in some dimensions, but seem to be evenly matched in some dimensions, which makes the originally suspenseful battle have a hint of anticipation.

And this glimmer of hope is what some gamblers pursue.

"Sir, do you want to play?"

A charming voice came, directed at Lin Qianfan.

"You only need one spirit stone to place a bet. The current payout ratio for betting on the tiger mask is 8 to 1. Oh no, it has now dropped to 7 to 1 and is still decreasing. Don't miss this opportunity!"

Experienced gamblers have already placed their bets when both parties enter the market. The payout ratio fluctuates in real time based on the prize pools of both parties. Often, the earlier the bet is placed, the more exaggerated the ratio.

Since Beavermon is a victorious general who has torn apart many overconfident challengers, it is very popular, and the betting ratio at the beginning was as high as 12 to 1.

"Thank you. I'll just watch, not place any bets."

Lin Qianfan was not affected by the female waiter who was dressed very coolly and exuded a fragrant breeze.

The other party originally wanted to rush forward, but he fled in panic under Lin Qianfan's stern gaze, not daring to be presumptuous.

When you first arrive, it is better to observe more and do less. Lin Qianfan prefers to embrace certainty.

Even if you need to place a bet to make money, bet on yourself to win!

As the warm-up/betting time passes, the fight begins.

"roar~"

The beaver beast, which was ready to go, attacked immediately, showing its violent and bloody nature as a monster.

"Alright! Charge forward and tear him to pieces!"

The majority of people bet on Beavermon. Even though the odds were low, they all believed that Beavermon would win. Moreover, the average betting amount per person was not low. They were obviously regulars at the Colosseum.

As for racial distinctions, there is no such thing here.

"Die, you evil beast!"

The tiger-faced man holds an arm shield in his left hand and a scimitar in his right hand, with the sword and shield facing each other, ready for battle.

When the beaver beast approached the center of the battlefield, Tiger Face suddenly exerted his strength and rushed towards it without any fear.

Chi~
Just as the two sides were about to collide, Tiger Mask suddenly flew into the air, and at the same time, the scimitar cut a non-fatal gash on the beaver beast.

Although the damage is not high, the blood brings a thrilling pleasure.

"Good job! Kill this beast for me!"

Before arranging a match, the Colosseum would carefully consider it to ensure that the battle would be entertaining, competitive, and suspenseful, so there were many people who bet on Tiger Mask, and some even bet on both sides.

However, the amount they bet on Tiger Face is relatively low, so even if Tiger Face dies, their loss will not be too great, but if there is an upset, they can still make a small profit with a big investment.

As for whether they care about Tiger Face's life or death?

Probably not much. "Interesting monster!"

The monks mainly cultivate their Qi, while the monsters mainly cultivate their bodies.
In such a fixed place, the space for cultivators to fly is limited, and the beaver beast should have the advantage in a one-on-one battle of the same realm.

But the situation on the field remained undecided.

Although the beaver beast was strong and always took the initiative in attacking, it was never able to hit effectively and wasted its energy in vain.

Tiger Face is as agile as a monkey. He can dodge most attacks and leave appropriate scars on the beaver beast.

The reason why Lin Qianfan found it interesting was that he discovered that the beaver beast seemed to be deliberately letting up. It did not exert its full strength, but wanted to pretend that it was giving its all, even at the cost of getting injured.

"This demon's intelligence has been cultivated."

As we all know, the intelligence of first-level monsters is low, and they are only slightly stronger than wild beasts, but they are far from comparable to humans.

But that is the general situation, not absolute. Of course, there are also a few monsters with extraordinary intelligence.

Sure enough, after the two sides fought for dozens of rounds without a clear winner, the betting enthusiasm of the audience was successfully aroused again. Some spectators chose to leave, while others continued to add to their positions.

"Bah~"

The injured Tiger Face spat out a mouthful of blood, readjusted his position, and prepared to launch a new attack.

"As expected of a victorious general, he's really tough to deal with."

Beavermon is not the strongest monster in the Colosseum, but it is very popular because its matches are always suspenseful, but it always wins the battles, giving people the illusion that as long as the challenger is a little stronger, they can turn defeat into victory.

"Come again!"

Everyone who can stand on the deathmatch stage has reasons why they have to win, and these reasons are varied, so they all have strong beliefs, and this unyielding belief is also one of the highlights of the Colosseum.

"ended."

Although Lin Qianfan was not a foundation-building cultivator and could not use his divine sense to obtain more information, as the enthusiasm for betting faded, the gambling was completely closed, which meant that the beaver beast would no longer hold back.

Sure enough, before long, the beaver beast's attacks became more and more accurate while maintaining its offensive momentum, hitting Tiger Face continuously.

When humans and demons fight, they must keep a safe distance. Once a cultivator is hit head-on by a demon, he will naturally not be able to withstand a few hits.

"Pfft~"

Tiger Face was knocked against the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The difference between a cultivator's body and that of a monster is too great; the damage caused by several slashes of the scimitar is not as fatal as a single heavy blow from a beaver beast.

"how come?"

Not everyone can see through the beaver beast's tricks, or even if they can see through them, they may not choose to believe them. On the contrary, some people are always mysteriously confident in themselves.

"roar~"

Showtime is over and Beavermon needs to kill the game for the sponsors.

A black shadow flashed by, and the beaver beast, running at full speed and attacking with all its strength, smashed the tiger-faced beast's lower body with one claw, which was slow to move and unable to dodge, and then grabbed its remaining body and fed it into its mouth.

Click~click~
The monster was chewing and enjoying its meal, and the scene was disgusting.

"Fuck, bad luck!"

"Alas~ I lost again. Could this beast be faking it?"

"Haha~ make a little money."

"I knew this would be the outcome, but I didn't dare to go all in. Oh, I'm just too timid~"

"You'll never get rich in this life!"

“Nonsense…”

While the beaver was eating, the Colosseum immediately began to publicly calculate the gamblers' profits.

The sparkling white spirit stones stimulated the nerves of every audience member. Most of the audience could only see so many spirit stones here in their lifetime.

(End of this chapter)