The tiger was lying on the ground with its legs spread out, breathing more than it took in, blood oozing from its mouth, as if it was about to die.

In every game, only one side can survive, whether it is human or animal, and the bettor only cares about the result.

The orc struggled to get up from the ground and walked towards the tiger again.

"No, damn it, stop it."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man opposite yelled and asked to stop.

Then two guards forced him to sit down and stood behind him.

"Grandma, what happened to that man?"

"He can afford to gamble, but he can't afford to lose. He's afraid the orcs will kill the tiger, which would be embarrassing."

"Oh, it seems like a big bet was made."

"My precious granddaughter is still smart."

Emperor Shunde rolled his eyes: [So narcissism is hereditary.]

In the field, the orcs' fists kept hitting the tiger's head, blood flowed all over the ground, and the tiger was completely dead.

"Clang."

Another gong sounded, and the orc was pulled up by a fully armed man.

Jun Shutong seriously suspected that if no one pulled him back, he would continue to smash the tiger into a pulp until he lost all consciousness.

"As you can see, the orcs won the first match."

"His combat prowess and obedience are evident to all. You won't be shortchanged or fooled if you buy him. He can both guard your home and earn money in competitions. He's your absolute choice for a home essential."

"Next is the auction. If there are any buyers who are interested, please bid directly. The minimum bid is 1,000 gold coins, and each bid must be increased by no less than 100 gold coins."

The bidding starts now, please participate actively.