So after five consecutive KOs within half an hour, the system automatically matched a high-level player, but the result was still KO.

This overwhelming victory made Ye Lan, this young oriental face, completely famous on the 187th floor. The gamblers who had initially expected her to be defeated secretly changed their betting targets, and even the guests in the mid-air glass attic fell into silence, which was uncharacteristic of them.

After a while, someone couldn't help but complain: "No, now the families of VIPs have to be so curvy?"

Everyone couldn't help but feel a heart attack, thinking about how their most beautiful female bodyguard had only been abused at the bottom when she entered the field, and then looking at the noble daughter on the field who was obviously from some family but had such amazing fighting power, no matter how unwilling they were, they had to admit that they had been defeated miserably.

As more and more people supported the betting, Ye Lan's ring prize money also continued to rise. By the second day, her level in singles had reached A, and her record at this time was 55:0.

"We've been fighting for two days and one night, over fifty rounds, and we haven't lost a single one. Where the hell did this monster come from?!"

More and more spectators fixed their eyes on the slender figure on the field. Whenever she appeared, almost everyone followed suit, placing bets and cheering. On the one hand, they marveled at the girl's inhuman strength, and on the other hand, they were driven by admiration for her. At this time, Ye Lan's name had already attracted a lot of attention on the 187th floor.

However, some careful viewers noticed something unusual.

"Although Ye Lan won the next ten or so rounds, she didn't knock out her opponent within three minutes. Her fighting power has been almost depleted, and it's hard to say how much longer she can continue to fight."