Chapter 2392
Both tried their best to play to their strengths and pressure their opponents.
The two matched each other evenly for a while.
The two had similar cultivation levels, but Sullivan was better at swordsmanship and fighting skills.
Normally, Sullivan should have a greater chance of winning. However, the sturdy man was very smart. He relied on his soft armor to protect himself, and he fought desperately.
Sullivan refrained from trading one injury for another, often forfeiting the chance to continue.
This way, the two sides entered the stage of entanglement.
Next, it tested not only the depth of cultivation but also endurance and perseverance.
Whoever could hold on longer had a chance to win.
However, once exhausted or unable to hold on, he could only passively take the beating.
The two individuals in the ring were fighting in full swing.
The atmosphere under the ring was also extremely intense.
Many g*mblers had placed heavy bets on Sullivan and the sturdy man. The winner or loser would determine the gamblers’ interests.
This was no longer just a game, but the spiritual sustenance of the G*mblers.
All the g*mblers were enthusiastically cheering for their favorite players, their faces and ears flushed, their voices hoarse.
“No. 12! Come on!”
“No. 12! Come on!”
The people around Noemi and Kassidy in the audience had already infected them, causing them to shout involuntarily. At first, their voices were still small and slightly shy. However, as the atmosphere heated up, their voices became louder and louder, and they naturally blended into the environment.
Fenley, who was standing next to them, shook his head. He struggled to comprehend the emotions of these individuals. It was just a game, so why were they so excited?
Dustin gave the same performance as Fenley. He sat on a chair, drinking tea while watching the game, without any emotional fluctuations.
Regardless of their level of cultivation or mental state, Dustin and Fenley had already honed their toughness. Even if a mountain collapsed in front of them, they would remain calm and composed.
“Brother Sullivan! Beat him up hard for me! Don’t be soft!” Halle’s voice was the loudest in the crowd. She, as a fellow disciple, had a strong sense of substitution.
Sullivan’s victory or defeat would affect both her and the face of the Sword Union.
Halle naturally had to do her best to cheer the other party up.
Rivka asked, “Mr. Ethier, who do you think will win between them?”
She stared intently, her face slightly serious. She had excellent eyesight, and she saw all the fighting scenes between Sullivan and his opponent clearly.
She knew in her heart that this would be a tough battle for Sullivan.
“It’s difficult to say. Sullivan is better at cultivation, but his fighting style is at a disadvantage. If you don’t have the courage to fight to the death, it won’t be easy to win over the opponent.” Briggs Ethier gently shook his folding fan and offered his personal judgment.
Rivka didn’t say anything but just nodded in agreement.
Briggs Ethier stated that for Sullivan to achieve victory, he must possess the bravery to sacrifice his own life; otherwise, his opponent would constantly limit him. If they continued to fight like this, the situation would be extremely unfavorable.
