They were just exchanging blows which was how typical warrior fights progressed but how did the losing party manage to somehow gain an upper hand and suddenly win?
Victor was as equally shocked as the crowd as he dumbly stared at the person in front of him. It took him a second to even realize that the fight was already over.
What happened?
And adding to his dismay, the other party, Derek calmly and casually stepped out of the ring as if it was just another warm sunny day.
Victor's eyes trailed his figure, still standing dumbly at the same spot. Finally, the referee had to warn him. "The fight is over. Step out of the ring."
Victor looked up and saw the referee's stern gaze on him. He didn't know why but there was a hint of ridicule contained within them.
He could feel the hundreds of eyes on him, all of them either cursing him or laughing at his loss. Without any other choice, he gritted his teeth and silently stepped out of the ring.
He walked over to his teammates and then finally erupted. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
Sounds of heavy equipment clanging on the ground resounded throughout the arena.
Victor bashed his hand on the floor and shouted in anger. "What happened? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" He was so close and yet he had somehow lost!
"He did something! He did something for sure. You guys saw right? He was almost dead! I had this fight! I just needed one more second. FUCK! I could have won this easily!"
His other guildmates blankly looked at each other, not knowing how to respond. In reality, they as well felt the same.
Victor's fighting techniques had been superior from the start to finish. The other party looked like he was scrambling just to get a grip. But somehow the result was different!
"It must be a fluke! This is definitely a fluke!" Victor repeated like a maniac.
"I agree. I think he triggered some sort of low probability critical attack." Another person spoke up, agreeing with him.
"Ya, I also thought something changed mid-fight. Otherwise, this would have been your win."
"I know! I know! FUCK! Don't I know it!" Victor was furious.
"This is not over. I won't let him leave with this dumb fluke. One more match! Sign me up for one more match with that fucker!"
"But leader… that…" The person hesitated.
If someone wanted to challenge a particular opponent, it required a gamble to be placed upfront, and… they had just now lost 5000 gold coins…
When everything was said and done, this was not a small amount for their guild. Even first-rate guilds would feel this pinch.
How could they once again place a bet?
But seeing his actions only made Victor more furious. He was the main tank and the VIP player of their guild and here this lackey was questioning his moves?
"WHAT the fuck are you looking at? Go and register for the fight. Place the same amount again. 5000 gold coins. No make it double."
"I want that retard to lose everything he has earned so far. He wants to make some quick cash? I will see how he wins against me one more time! Hmph!"
"He might have gotten lucky that once, but even he can't get lucky every single time!"
"Leader… that…"
"What the heck are you still standing here for! Go and place the bet! Wait till I win. I will fuck his fat sister right in front of him!"