The outcome was obvious. Lu Tao had won the gamble. Staring at Lu Tao, Fan City still refused to accept this reality. In his mind, Lu Tao was nothing but a madman.
In a life-and-death duel like this, Lu Tao had actually dared to concoct an Elixir he had never made before. He was a gambler, one who wagered his own life.
"Madman... You're a madman..." As his internal injuries worsened, Fan City coughed up blood, repeating those words again and again.
Looking at Fan City, Lu Tao said nothing more. He had no interest in lecturing a dying man. He was going to die soon anyway.
He slowly walked toward the high platform where Lin Yun and the others were. Seeing this, the Monk and the Daoist leaped onto the stage to support him. The Monk looked at Lu Tao and boomed with laughter as he spoke.
"Attaboy. You really scared Lord Buddha half to death."
The Monk laughed heartily. The Daoist then added with a smile, "Exactly. Next time, could you try for a cleaner win? You had us worried sick."
