Ye Tian: "The passive matches should have a significantly higher capital inflow."
Long Xiao nodded: "For passive matches, thousands of billions of dollars flow in each time, averaging over ten billion per match."
Su Yan: "Passive matches are actively chosen, so is it easy to judge the outcome?"
Long Long: "Passive matches have an element of randomness, and fighters might cross levels, making the judging difficulty considerably higher."
After a brief rest, voting for the passive match began. Ye Tian and the others cast their votes casually. About five minutes later, the results were out. The two fighters in the first match were from North America and Southeast Asia.
The North American fighter was a veteran, thirty years old, with a glorious record, nicknamed "Evil Spirit." The Southeast Asian fighter was a bit smaller, twenty-five years old, but had extensive fight experience and was nicknamed "Black Baman."
Ye Tian carefully observed Black Baman and Evil Spirit. He noticed that Evil Spirit had taken gene serum, and his physique was clearly a level stronger than Black Baman's. Although Black Baman's physique was inferior to Evil Spirit's, Ye Tian discovered several places on his body that concealed extraordinary energy. This energy was very hidden, undetectable even by instruments.
With his medical expertise, he quickly deduced that Black Baman possessed a technique similar to "demon possession," which could instantly amplify his strength several times, even more than ten times!
After observing for another two minutes, he secretly told Lin Ziyi, "Ziyi, bet everything on Black Baman!"
Su Yan also received the news and was very decisive this time, directly betting five billion. Of course, Lin Ziyi bet even more, staking eighteen billion!
As it was the first passive match, the attention was extremely high. Black Baman's odds were as high as 2.5 to 1. This meant if Lin Ziyi's bet was correct, she would earn a staggering twenty-seven billion from the internal market alone! Of course, the earnings from the external market would be even greater!
Ten minutes later, the battle commenced!
Evil Spirit, with his robust physique, immediately pressured Black Baman, seemingly forcing him into a defensive posture. However, Black Baman was not weak. Although he was at a disadvantage for the first five minutes, he remained unharmed.
After five minutes, Black Baman finally unleashed his power, employing ancient boxing techniques, and posed a threat to a physically superior opponent like Evil Spirit.
By the ten-minute mark, Black Baman was showing signs of fatigue, while Evil Spirit grew more vigorous with each passing moment. The killing intent in his eyes intensified, as if he was confident of defeating his opponent soon.
Just then, Black Baman suddenly leaped several meters away. He drew a line across his face with his right hand, creating colorful streaks, and then his body began to sway like a dancer, uttering strange syllables.
Evil Spirit sneered, watching Black Baman as if he were a clown, showing utter disdain for his performance.
After a few body movements, Black Baman's pupils suddenly dilated, turning the color of ink. His body stopped swaying, and an extremely fierce and cruel aura emanated from him.
Sensing this aura, Long Xiao shivered and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with him?"
Ye Tian explained, "This is a Southeast Asian spirit summoning technique! It's similar to our 'Chushing Xian' or 'Qing Xian,' but more extreme. Each use of the spirit summoning technique causes significant damage to the body. For someone like him, he can only summon spirits seven or eight times in his lifetime; any more and his life would be forfeit."
Long Xiao remarked, "No wonder you chose him. Black Baman's current strength is definitely not something Evil Spirit can contend with."
Ye Tian added, "This Evil Spirit isn't simple either. He has a pill hidden under his tongue, likely to be used at a critical moment."
As he finished speaking, Evil Spirit in the ring also sensed danger and immediately made a swallowing motion. With the pill down his throat, Evil Spirit's aura instantly increased by two to three times! However, compared to Black Baman, who was possessed by a spirit, he was still significantly weaker.
"Whoosh!"
Black Baman moved suddenly, his body as fast as a black lightning bolt, instantly appearing behind Evil Spirit. His fingers hooked into Evil Spirit's ribs and pulled with force.
"Pfft!"
Evil Spirit cried out in agony as a chunk of flesh was ripped from his left ribcage, even tearing out his rib.
Enraged, Evil Spirit turned to counterattack. Unfortunately, Black Baman reacted with lightning speed, circling to the other side and plunging a claw into his lower back, removing one of Evil Spirit's kidneys. Blood poured out, and Evil Spirit's momentum immediately faltered.