Chapter 6773

Maya looked horrified. She was the one organizing things for the Ninth Branch. This fighter was already the most powerful the Ninth Branch had, but she didn't expect him to act like a complete newbie. As for Durandal, he picked up his teacup and sipped it. His phone screen was showing a game. It was obvious the fight in front of him had already been decided…and he was bored. A mobile game was even a better time killer than this. In some way, this was truly a way of showing how high and mighty he was. Meanwhile, a woman wearing a coat next to Durandal looked at the fight with scorn. It was obvious that the fight in front of her wasn't that interesting. After exchanging blows, the fighter from the Ninth Branch had completely lost his advantage. The Boxing Champion spun and broke his right arm in one strike. Crack! Before he could even scream, the Boxing King swooped right in front of him, then grabbed his head before punching him with all his might. Pfft… Blood immediately came out from the Ninth Branch fighter, as well as a scream that couldn't be described. The entire coliseum froze for a moment. The Boxing Champion didn't care about opponents who had fallen and simply raised his hands as he walked around the arena. Cheers and roars surrounded him once more, even louder than before. Mandy looked at what was happening, her face paler than before. She rarely came down here, and she didn't expect that the fight here would be so bloody. She thought it would be a fight where no blood was involved. She wasn't a naive child. When she saw the medical staff move the Ninth Branch fighter out on a gurney, the best ending for him was to lose his arm forever. Harvey's expression didn't change that much. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Boxing Champion, and instantly realized quite a few things. "Champion! Invincible!" "Invincible! Champion!" The cheers for him came from all around the Colosseum. Durandal and the people around him all started to laugh. Several of them who weren't properly educated even gave Maya the middle finger. Roar! Up in the ring, the Boxing Champion kept on thumping his chest like a raging gorilla, making himself look even more intimidating. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Lee. We've won again. With the matches before this, we've already won 90 million. The Jeans of Mordu are so impressive. I guess you do print your own money! We've already won so much, but you didn't try to weasel out of it at all! How rare… I'm very impressed!" Durandal said. He put down his teacup and looked at Maya, whose expression was getting darker. "But I wonder… If I continue this, how long until the Jeans of Mordu surrender? Or maybe, you'll simply close this place down?" Durandal shrugged, his words full of sneer. Maya's expression was dark as she said slowly, "Mr. Parker, we're here for business. If you're willing to come, then we're willing to take you in as guests. Is winning or losing that important? Widen your horizon… In a place like this, the most important thing is for everyone to be happy." "Hahaha!" Durandal clapped. "Interesting. Looks like it's my fault, then. Let's see… Why don't we make it big this time? How about 150 million dollars?" "150 million dollars? That won't do. Let's make it 1.5 billion dollars," Harvey said. He patted Mandy's shoulder, and her expression darkened.