"Leng Hua, add more." Xuanyuan Moze said in a calm voice.
"Yes." Leng Hua responded and stepped forward to raise the bet, adding another 6,000 gold coins from the 4,000 gold coins to make a total of 10,000 gold coins.
"Guest number nine raises the bet..."
The voice echoed and reached everyone's ears, making everyone stunned for a moment, thinking, the other party must be a second-generation rich man, how could he raise the bet just because of their provocation? It seems that he is a brainless person.
Little did they know that Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu were confident. After all, from what they saw, they could see that the cultivator was injured. If he fought against a ferocious two-headed lion with injuries, he would surely die.
So, after the sound of the gong rang, the black iron door opened, and the two-headed lion rushed out with a low roar and pounced on the monk. The two heads roared at the same time, and the powerful pressure made the air tremble slightly.
The cultivator swung both swords in his hands at the same time, and the sharp sword energy was reflected out, but it was dodged by the two-headed lion. It pounced forward fiercely, and its sharp claws drew several sharp air blades in the air.
The claws as sharp as a knife scratched the monk's arm, instantly tearing off the sleeve along with the flesh. A shrill scream rang out, but he had no time to check the wound. He turned over on the spot and quickly distanced himself from the two-headed lion, then he looked down at the wound.
There were several deep scratches on the arm, the sleeves and flesh were torn off, the flesh was bloody and the strong smell of blood spread in the black iron cage, stimulating the two-headed lion to become more excited and ferocious.
"roar!"
The roars from the two heads merged into one, and if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell that it came from the mouths of the two beasts. When the people in the room saw a piece of flesh being torn off the monk, they suddenly became restless.
"How could the speed be slow? He didn't even avoid that attack?" Someone lifted the Shuichang curtain, stood at the fence and looked down, staring at the scene below with wide eyes.
Although two or three thousand gold coins is not a big deal for them, losing money is a small matter, but losing face is a big matter.
In room 9, Feng Jiu and Xuanyuan Mo Ze drank tea calmly, watching the scene below. It wasn't that they were cold-blooded and gambled with the cultivator's life, but with their eyes of reading people, they could naturally see that the cultivator was not a kind person.
The man's eyes were cold and cruel, and he reeked of blood, which was the smell of a person who had been stained with blood and killing for many years. Since they were fighting with the ferocious beast, they would naturally choose the strong one.
Sure enough, after a while, screams were heard. After being seriously injured by the beast, the monk's speed dropped significantly and his body was covered in blood. Seeing that the outcome was gradually becoming clear, people in other rooms couldn't help but look towards Room 9 with strange eyes.
How did the people in Room 9 know that the two-headed lion won this fight? After all, the double-edged swordsman had never lost in more than 20 fights since he started to participate in the beast fights, but he didn't expect to lose today.
This beast fight ended with a shrill scream. When the two-headed beast was about to pounce, the double-edged swordsman immediately crushed the jade token. In an instant, he appeared outside the fighting cage and fell down powerlessly.