A-Lai's back seemed to have eyes. His spear moved like a live snake， spinning 180 degrees， the tip dipping down. In the wolf's moment of surprise， A-Lai's eyes flashed coldly， and the spear shot out like an arrow， piercing the wolf's brain with deadly precision. Blood and brain matter splattered as the wolf let out its final howl.
“What a masterful backfire spear!“ This legendary spear technique， a lifesaving move rarely seen， amazed the villagers. No one had ever seen a spear wielded so skillfully.
“A-Lai， keep going! Dan is just ahead!“
With only three minutes left on the countdown， could Dan hold on? His strength was immense， capable of shattering a terror wolf's lungs or breaking its spine， but without crushing their hardest skulls， these zombie-like creatures kept attacking relentlessly. Dan was losing hope， his punches slowing. His legs were covered in wounds， dragging two half-dead zombie wolves. Their blood-soaked teeth dripped steadily onto their fur.
A-Lai， instead of advancing， cautiously bent down into a defensive stance. Before him stood a towering figure—a werewolf， a creature of legend. From the flames emerged a massive black wolf， its fur wild， its red eyes like burning amber. It charged at A-Lai like a locomotive. A-Lai rolled away， shedding the immense force， but his shoulder was left bloody， five deep gashes marking him like a demon's signature.
The werewolf， having missed its mark， turned slowly toward Dan， its back now exposed to A-Lai， radiating disdain and challenge. A-Lai’s heart pounded as this colossal war machine threatened Dan’s life. With a thunderous shout， A-Lai drew the beast’s attention. His spear spun like a high-speed drill， targeting the werewolf’s lower back. A-Lai knew today might be his last， but he was determined to save at least one life.
Spear clashed with claw， sparks flying. The werewolf’s eyes glinted with hesitation and cunning. Its other massive paw slashed down like a storm， aiming for A-Lai’s spear hand. The werewolf’s strength twisted the spear， forcing A-Lai to leap back to avoid losing his arms. The onlookers gasped.
The werewolf， towering like a mountain， exuded immense pressure， making the air feel heavy. It toyed with A-Lai like a cat with a mouse. The wild wolves howled in admiration for their leader.
With one minute left on the countdown， Dan's arms each bore the weight of a dire wolf. They clung to him， using their mass to drag him down， exposing his vulnerable throat to their fangs. One of the wolves leaped， its claws digging into Dan's abdomen， teeth snapping at his neck. Dan closed his eyes， feeling his blood draining away. He was parched and exhausted; death seemed like a release.
“Thud!“ He collapsed to the ground， his head drooping as he surrendered completely. His sudden relaxation caught the wolves off guard， and they tumbled to the ground， momentarily disoriented before rising again. One shook its head in disbelief， eyeing Dan， who sat motionless， his pale neck exposed. Unable to resist the temptation of fresh flesh， the wolf lunged once more. But at the same time， three other wolves also saw the easy prey， leading to a fierce struggle among them.
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“Clang! Clang! Clang!“ Three chimes echoed from the distance. The wolves， tails tucked， fled in a panic， dragging their wounded companions by the necks. Dan lifted his head in confusion， unsure of what had happened.
The werewolf shot a cold glance at A-Lai， as if to say，“Lucky day for you.“ Then， with a few swift bounds， it vanished into the night.
A-Lai stood there， his body rigid. Only when the cold wind blew did he realize he was drenched in cold sweat. The number“304“ in the sky had changed to“209“.
After the betting ended， the atmosphere in the room became unusually intense. The gamblers’ reactions varied， as if it were an emotional release.
Some gamblers were full of regret， angrily smashing everything around them， as if this could vent their dissatisfaction.“Weren’t they supposed to be slaughtered clean? How come only a few died? All my money went down the drain!” Their voices echoed in the air， filled with endless disappointment and anger.
On the other side， some gamblers were exceptionally excited.“Luckily， I casually bet 200， and now I’ve made a small profit， hahaha!” Their laughter was sharp like bells， as if the whole world was cheering for their good fortune.
Others were deeply puzzled.“The last werewolf was clearly a level 2 hunter， so why did they hold back at the last moment?” Their brows were furrowed， eyes filled with confusion and doubt. Though their voices were not loud， they always questioned，“This result is too strange. Could the organizers be manipulating things behind the scenes?”
Some believed the outcome of this gamble was fate’s arrangement， convinced that everything was predestined.“This is fate’s arrangement; winning or losing is all predetermined.”
Others were more rational， analyzing every detail， trying to find patterns and reasons. They might say，“The result of this gamble is not accidental; there must be some kind of pattern or strategy involved.”
Of course， some chose to face it optimistically， believing that regardless of the outcome， the important thing was the process and experience. They would say，“Although I lost， the process was fun and worth a try.”
Sebastian watched in disbelief as what seemed a certain win was lost. He kept muttering to himself， cursing how a guaranteed victory was ruined by a few greedy， foolish wolves. Though the money was insignificant to him， he couldn't stop swearing， unconsciously focusing all his attention on the small live broadcast.
Mr. Kim seized the moment to ask Caron，“Mr. Caron， wasn't that thrilling? Some things we anticipated， but many surprises too. What's your take?“
Caron's face was flushed with excitement， his viewership numbers had already matched his weekly total.“The biggest surprise was that boy! I never expected a warrior with such astonishing strength to come from a primitive village. Not even Earth's strongest could toss around dire wolves twelve times in a row. Truly remarkable!“
Mr. Kim interjected，“Mr. Caron， can you dig into that boy's background?“
Caron， smiling， swiped to bring up A-Lai's information. After a brief hesitation， he said，“This boy is quite mysterious. His origins are unknown， and no one knows who his parents are. He arrived in this village five years ago， brought by a monk from a temple.“
Mr. Kim's curiosity was piqued.“Oh， a boy with a mysterious past! Can we see this enigmatic temple?“
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