Combat, over!
...
"The outcome is decided."
Mr. Li, with a hint of emotion, said, "Since thatās the case, according to the rules, I should be the one eating this piece of meat, so please donāt interfere in the future. Otherwise, as the son of the current leader of the āScallion Civilization,ā I do have some military command authority."
"..."
Zhou Shen and the others sitting nearby remained complexly silent; they felt it wasnāt over yet. Although they hadnāt been in contact with Master Mang for long, they knew Master Mang wasnāt someone who engaged in useless endeavors.
If Master Mang had judged from the start that he couldnāt win.
Then Master Mang would probably not have agreed to this duel and would have simply driven the train over here.
Master Mang is not someone who bets easily unless he judges that heās sure to win.
At this moment.
The Star-Stepping Sword Tiger seated in the deep pit suddenly looked down at its paws with bewilderment.
The next momentā
The ground suddenly began to tremble violently.
"Boom!!!"
Then, the entire stadium ground was rapidly collapsing, and a giant bloody mouth enveloped the entire area beneath the stadium, swallowing all the dirt along with the Star-Stepping Sword Tiger seated on the stadium.
In just a blink of an eye.
The football field on the stadium disappeared.
Only a giant furry green monster hovered in the air above the stadium, almost filling it entirely.
The onlookers sitting in the stands could even reach out and touch.
"This...this!!"
Mr. Li, in disbelief, suddenly stood up, his eyes red as he screamed, "No!!! Hu, Hu!!! Hurry and break out, burst out of its stomach, burst out!!!"
"No..."
Realizing the situation, Mr. Li painfully knelt on the ground, covering his face with his hands and wailing, "No...!"
...
"Alas."
Chen Mang exhaled with some frustration, lit a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, lightly rubbing his temples, "Is this some kind of custom? Why are you, a grown man, crying at every turn?"
"Didnāt you say it was a fight to the death?"
"Did you only think about living and not about dying at the start?"
After a long pause.
Mr. Li then got up to stop the angry attendant beside him who was ready to strike, his eyes red as he hoarsely said to Chen Mang, "As per the agreement, this piece of meat is yours to eat, and I will no longer appear after this."
"From now on, we leave each other alone, farewell!"
Then, turning with excessive sadness causing him to stumble, he prepared to leave with the help of his attendant.
"Wait."
Chen Mang lightly snapped his fingers, causing Xiaolv, who originally occupied the entire stadium space, to gradually shrink, opening its bloody mouth once more to spit out a normal-sized but badly injured, yet still barely alive, Star-Stepping Sword Tiger.
"Itās not dead; I left you a life."
"Raising such a Stellar Giant Beast isnāt easy; a little disagreement doesnāt need to result in death."
"But itās too weak and badly injured; if you trust me, Iāll have someone take him to heal?"
Mr. Li, who was originally ready to leave, looked at the Star-Stepping Sword Tiger suddenly expelled by Xiaolv, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his previously pained expression, as he urgently said with a trembling voice, "Do you have something faster? My people take only thirteen minutes from here to my train."
"Iām much faster than that."
Chen Mang waved his hand, and Zhang Yi from the audience jumped down carrying a fridge, quickly picking up the "Star-Stepping Sword Tiger" discarded in the stands and walked into the fridge.
By now, the Star-Stepping Sword Tiger had returned to its normal form.
Mr. Li did not obstruct but anxiously watched this scene. He hadnāt expected Chen Mang to spare the life of his Stellar Giant Beast, since it was agreed from the start to be a fight to the death. Regaining what was lost, he naturally had no reason not to trust.
After taking a deep breath, he looked at Chen Mang with red eyes and spoke word by word.
"I hear your people below all call you Master Mang."
"Master Mang."
"I call you that too."
"Thank you this time, I didnāt expect you to spare Huās life. Iāll completely withdraw from this competition, and I think we can become friends. In the future, if you need anything, feel free to tell me. If you ever visit the Scallion Civilization, Iāll give you the green light all the way, as long as you donāt rebel, do whatever you want."
"Donāt rush."
After lighting another cigarette, Chen Mang sighed lightly: "Why couldnāt everyone peacefully sit down and talk from the start? Why resort to fighting? I always advocate peace."
"Andā"
"Where is the competition between us?"
"Your main goal is to develop the tourism business on the Scallion Civilization planet, to control a tourism company, right?"
"Yes."
He looked at the girl next to him: "And your goal is to continue being the CEO, to carry on your fatherās business, right?"
"Also..." the girl said, trembling, "Also, to help avenge my father no matter the cost."
"Alright."
Chen Mang nodded and looked at the elderly person beside him: "And your goal as the second in command should also be hoping the āJimei Tourism Companyā grows better and better, so that the old brothers who followed your former master can have food to eat and hope for the future, right?"
The elderly person nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken.
"Thatās it, everyoneās goals donāt conflict. My goal is to have more means of making money; I want most of the profit."
"Then the four of us can fully cooperate."
"Letās work together to grow and strengthen this company, create momentum for the Scallion Civilizationās tourism industry, make money where money should be made, avenge where revenge should be avenged, and grow and strengthen where it should be grown and strengthened."