Murong Yanran said anxiously, "I'm just afraid you'll be at a disadvantage. In a place like this, where magic can't be used, if they bring knives and swords to deal with you, you won't be able to fight them all. You'll die."
Tong Wuqi also said, "Miss Murong is right. Why don't we leave? We don't need to watch these beast fights."
Mo Qi shook his head, "I won't leave, and I won't die. Don't worry. For characters like these, no matter how many come, I'll defeat them."
He remained still.
A moment later, a well-uniformed group of people, led by Song Fugui, walked in and went straight to Mo Qi.
Each of them held gleaming sabers, emitting a cold, sharp glint that fell upon Mo Qi's face.
"Miss Yanran, please step aside. We need to handle something," Song Fugui said to Murong Yanran.
Despite his anger, he still maintained some semblance of reason.
Murong Yanran was a little nervous but remained unmoving. "What do you want to do? Kill someone? In broad daylight, under the vast sky, you dare to kill? Have you no regard for the law?"
Song Fugui sneered, "I wouldn't dare kill you, but someone like this," he pointed at Mo Qi, "killing him is as easy as crushing an ant."
Mo Qi's eyes also revealed a killing intent. "That statement applies equally to you."
When Mo Qi and Song Fugui had clashed earlier, it had essentially been a few shoves. The attention of the surrounding people was on the beast arena, and only a few nearby individuals had noticed.
But now, with the sabers displayed so neatly, the attention of many around them was drawn.
"Someone's going to die."
"So exciting, I wonder how many pieces he'll be cut into."
Song Fugui gave the order, "Kill him!"
His subordinates raised their sabers.
Just then, a sharp, stern shout split the air, "Stop!"
The subordinates involuntarily halted their actions, not striking down.
Everyone turned to look, and saw a middle-aged man in a grey robe walking over leisurely.
Murong Jing stood up and respectfully called out, "Father!"
Murong Yanran's face lit up with surprise, and she stood up to greet him, "Uncle!"
Murong Shui nodded slightly, then turned to Song Fugui, "It's just a small matter, why get so angry? Your Song family does business, you should welcome guests from all directions. Why resort to knives and swords? You're essentially asking him to leave. Think about it, if you kill him like this, who will dare to patronize your beast arena in the future?"
"Everyone will think that you placed those Qiankun Dou Zhuan magnetic stones to nullify our magic, and then closed the doors to assassinate people, rather than to participate fairly in the beast fights."
Upon seeing Murong Shui, Song Fugui's heart sank halfway. This was the patriarch of the Murong family, the deputy lord of the Sixth Tier. Not only could he not afford to offend him, but the entire Song family couldn't either.
Furthermore, the reasoning presented by Murong Shui was logical and well-founded. At times, it felt as if he was genuinely considering Song Fugui's interests.
"However, I asked him to show his ticket earlier, and he refused to cooperate. I suspect he's not a customer at all, but a troublemaker who sneaked in," Song Fugui argued, though he was already feeling guilty.
Just as Mo Qi was about to retort, Murong Shui said unhurriedly, "This is my godson, Mo Qi. He is not a troublemaker. I guarantee with my reputation that he definitely bought a ticket."
Godson?
Mo Qi shrugged. If you say so, then so be it.
A murmur arose from the crowd, "So he's his godson, no wonder he's so arrogant."
Song Fugui stood frozen, his mind buzzing.
Murong Yanran pouted, "Uncle, my father isn't here. Anyway, you have the final say."
Murong Shui raised an eyebrow, "Even if your father were here, I would still have the final say." He then smiled, "Actually, the two aren't mutually exclusive. You don't need to worry."
Murong Yanran's tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed.
Seeing that Song Fugui had fallen silent, Murong Shui continued, "Young Master Song, how about this? Since this is a beast arena, why don't we resolve any disputes through beast fights? This way, it won't affect the Song family's business and won't cause any bad feelings. What do you think?"
Song Fugui glanced at Mo Qi, "I'm afraid he can't afford the bet!"
Before Mo Qi could speak, Murong Yanran laughed, "I'm afraid you can't afford the bet."
He still has two billion spirit stones deposited with my family!
She had thought that if a suitable opportunity arose, she would steal those storage bags from her mother and return them to him.
Murong Shui also looked at Song Fugui with a smile, making Song Fugui uneasy.
His expression clearly conveyed, "He's very rich, you've misjudged him."
Song Fugui's gaze shifted to Murong Jing, who looked away, his intentions unclear.
"Fine," Song Fugui said, as if bestowing a favor, looking at Mo Qi. "I'll bet you one million spirit stones. Do you dare?"
Mo Qi looked at Song Fugui with disdain. "Earlier, Fentian bet me ten million spirit stones. Your beast arena is so large, yet the exit bet is only one million spirit stones. I'm embarrassed for you."
Song Fugui froze, feeling a chill run through him!
He had been looked down upon!
He had been mercilessly looked down upon!
How could this be allowed? He had to go through with it, no matter what.
Song Fugui gritted his teeth, "Fine, ten million it is, ten million spirit stones."
"What are you two betting on?" Mo Qi asked calmly, glancing at Song Fugui and Fentian.
Song Fugui naturally knew the capabilities of his own beast and said without hesitation, "Golden Mane Black Lion!"
Fentian echoed, "Golden Mane Black Lion!"
Mo Qi sighed, "In that case, I can only choose the Sky King Ape."
The Golden Mane Black Lion had sharp claws and fangs, with diverse attack methods. The Sky King Ape, however, lacked sharp claws and was not adept at biting despite having fangs. It could basically only rely on its palms for a flurry of strikes. If it were larger, this type of striking might hold an advantage. But its size was similar to the Golden Mane Black Lion, so its strength advantage wouldn't be apparent.
Therefore, at first glance, the Golden Mane Black Lion had a much higher chance of winning.
However, a small portion of the crowd, driven by a "new money" mentality, had bet on the Sky King Ape.
Song Fugui waved his hand, instructing the armed men to step back, and said to one of them, "Go fetch me ten million spirit stones."
After they retreated, Murong Shui glanced at Mo Qi and said with a smile, "Godson, just enjoy yourself. Be mindful and don't go on a killing spree unnecessarily."
Mo Qi also smiled. "I don't know why you're so keen on being my godfather, but I'll remember what you said."
Satisfied, Murong Shui then left for the insect-fighting arena.
A moment later, Song Fugui's attendant brought a storage bag containing ten million spirit stones and placed it on a table in the aisle. Fentian also placed a storage bag on the table. Song Fugui stared at Mo Qi.
Mo Qi leisurely took out a storage bag and continuously transferred spirit stones from it into another storage bag. Only then did he place the latter storage bag on the table.
During the process of transferring the spirit stones, Song Fugui and the others were stunned. The amount of spirit stones alone was more than twenty million.
Song Fugui had initially intended to have them counted, but upon seeing the quantity of spirit stones being transferred, he decided against it. If Mo Qi lost and the spirit stones in the storage bag on the table were insufficient, they could still demand the rest from him.
Murong Yanran sat back beside Mo Qi, took out the bag of dried fruits, and offered it to Mo Qi, gesturing for him to take some.
Mo Qi wanted to refuse but didn't know how. In the end, he reached out, took a few, and popped them into his mouth one by one.
This time, even Tong Wuqi wasn't eating. She herself didn't eat, simply holding the bag for Mo Qi.
Everyone around cast envious glances at Mo Qi, who was completely oblivious, his gaze fixed on the beast arena.
After the two beast tamers made attack gestures, they retreated behind a small door and locked it.
To be precise, they were two iron gates.
After the two tamers withdrew, they did not leave but stood quietly in front of the iron gates, observing the fight.
The Golden Mane Black Lion and the Sky King Ape roared and lunged forward, charging at each other.
The Golden Mane Black Lion was indeed ferocious. From several yards away, it suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a fireball, aiming at the Sky King Ape opposite.
Mo Qi was somewhat dismayed!
It could even spit fire!
What else could the Sky King Ape do? Besides slapping?
Immediately, the Sky King Ape provided Mo Qi with an answer!
It also opened its mouth and spat out a puff of black mist.
In the next moment, it was like a collision of ice and fire, with debris flying, sparks scattering, and mist swirling.
The fireball shattered, turning into sparks that fell to the ground, while the mist gradually dissipated.
In the center of the beast arena, the magnetic stones' power was weaker. The demonic beasts could emit a faint spiritual energy, which was not enough to harm people by mistake and also enhanced the spectacle of the fights.
At this point, the Golden Mane Black Lion and the Sky King Ape had locked in a close-quarters combat, tearing and biting at each other.
The Golden Mane Black Lion was indeed fierce. From the start, it wielded its sharp claws, slashing wildly at the Sky King Ape's face and neck.
Several bloody gashes appeared on the Sky King Ape's face, and blood flowed profusely.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable. It seemed that most people had bet on the Golden Mane Black Lion to win.
Song Fugui had found a nearby empty seat and now wore a smug smile as he looked at Mo Qi.
I see you truly don't know your place, daring to bet with me.
I can win without even using my special moves.
Moreover, as the house, I have a trump card.
However, since I'm going to win anyway, I disdain to use it.
The Sky King Ape let out a pained roar, its outstretched palms blocked by the Golden Mane Black Lion.
Even more critical was that the Golden Mane Black Lion, with its gaping maw, lunged fiercely towards the Sky King Ape's neck.
If this bite landed, the Sky King Ape would be practically finished.
Because once the Golden Mane Black Lion latched onto its prey's neck, it wouldn't let go until the other party suffocated.
And at this moment, the Golden Mane Black Lion truly regarded the Sky King Ape as its prey.
Its eyes even gleamed with crimson light, its maw dripping with saliva, as if the scent of flesh had infinitely awakened its appetite.
But the Sky King Ape was no ordinary creature. It swung its palms in rapid succession, first batting away the Golden Mane Black Lion's claws, and then striking the Golden Mane Black Lion's head, knocking it to the side.