Chapter 15

The registration deadline for the Fish King Tournament was quickly approaching, and the club staff announced that a total of 59 people had signed up to participate in the tournament. The club also stated that it would send 10 fighting fish to join the competition, bringing the total prize pool to 6.9 million.

All the participants were arranged by the staff to the front, where they were given various numbered tags to dye their fighting fish. Since so many fighting fish were participating in the Fish King Tournament, although there were many different colors of fighting fish, some would inevitably look similar. Therefore, the club would use a special solution to dye the fighting fish different colors before the start of the competition, making it easier to distinguish them and avoid confusion and disputes.

Naturally, Su Zhe's fighting fish was no exception. However, his fighting fish was quite lucky, as the dye color was not much different from its original color, remaining a subtle light blue. Additionally, the staff announced that the Fish King Tournament would be hosted by the Fighting Fish Club, which would accept bets with odds of 1 to 20.

"Heh, the club will make a lot of money. They really know how to play their cards well," Liu Ge said with a sneer, showing his disdain.

Indeed, the odds of 1 to 20 seemed high, but when you consider the number of fighting fish participating, it didn't seem so high anymore. The Fighting Fish Club always made a steady profit.

Everyone knew that the Fighting Fish Club was quite ruthless, and the odds were unfair to the bettors, but many people still participated in the gambling. Not to mention Liu Ge, who had just criticized the club in private, turned around and placed a bet of 100,000 yuan, all on his own fighting fish winning.

"I have confidence in my fighting fish," Liu Ge explained to Su Zhe.

Su Zhe nodded, indicating that he understood. Then, to Liu Ge's surprise, he also placed a bet of 170,000 yuan on his own fighting fish, number 42, and said calmly, "I have a lot of confidence in my fighting fish too."

This was practically all of Su Zhe's money. He only kept a little for emergencies, and the rest, including the 100,000 yuan he won from Liu Ge, was all bet.

"Confidence is good, but fighting fish are just for entertainment. Don't be too impulsive," Liu Ge couldn't help but warn. "No one can guarantee a win in a fighting fish competition."

Hearing Liu Ge's words, Su Zhe realized he had been too confident. With so many fighting fish competing, who could predict which one would win? In one-on-one battles, it was easier to judge which fighting fish was stronger, but in a group battle, the odds were not much higher for the stronger ones.

Moreover, when dozens of fighting fish were in a group battle, the weaker ones would instinctively attack the stronger ones first. Therefore, in the Fish King Tournament, besides strength, luck was also needed. Even if your fighting fish was strong, could it handle multiple opponents at once?

However, it was too late for Su Zhe to regret his decision. He had already placed his bet and couldn't back out.

Soon, the staff announced that the competition was about to begin. Everyone placed their fighting fish in the large fish tank. With nearly 70 fighting fish concentrated in the tank, it looked beautiful at first, but upon closer inspection, it was heart-wrenching for the more sensitive.

The water in the tank was mixed with a solution that was at least 10 times stronger than the one used in regular competitions. The fighting fish inside seemed to go berserk, biting each other fiercely, and the battle was extremely intense.

"Look, that fighting fish is like a demon, it even knows how to hide."

"Wow, it even knows how to ambush. Damn, it's running away again."

The competition tank was made of transparent glass, and the water was very clear, so it was easy to see the situation inside. Among the many fighting fish, one stood out the most.

This fighting fish swam nimbly in the water, trying to avoid the group and not participate in the group battle. When it encountered a lone fighting fish, it would bite it, regardless of whether it succeeded or not, and always ran away without engaging in a direct confrontation. Occasionally, when it couldn't avoid being surrounded and bitten, it could quickly escape, and the injuries seemed to have little effect on it, as it quickly recovered.

"Damn, this fighting fish is sure to be the Fish King today. Oh, why didn't I bet on number 42?" Many people began to cry out in regret, wishing they had bet on number 42. Few people had bet on number 42 to win because it was so unremarkable among the many fighting fish, with no physical advantages.

Su Zhe couldn't help but smile when he heard this. Number 42 was his light blue fighting fish. He hadn't expected his fighting fish to be so smart. He had only wanted to increase its chances of winning and added a bit of luck. When his fighting fish entered the tank, he secretly transferred 5 points of divine power to it.

He hadn't expected the 5 points of divine power to have such a significant effect, not only strengthening the fighting fish but also making it very intelligent. Because the fighting fish hadn't completely absorbed the divine power in a short time, it quickly recovered whenever it was bitten, as if it hadn't been injured at all.

As the competition progressed, it became more intense. The staff continuously added the solution to the water to maintain the fighting spirit of the fish. However, the solution had no effect on number 42, which continued to act independently and avoid the conflict.

Many fighting fish were exhausted and swam to the surface to breathe, clearly suffering from oxygen deficiency in the water. After catching their breath, they continued to fight, like gladiators who refused to admit defeat. This was the best opportunity for number 42, which always took advantage of the moment when the other fighting fish were off guard, ambushing and killing many of them.

The competition became more brutal, with many fighting fish having their fins torn to pieces, a sight too gruesome to bear. Many fighting fish floated to the surface, clearly dead, and the clear water began to turn murky.

After half an hour, the competition reached its final stage. Only three fighting fish remained: Su Zhe's light blue fighting fish, Liu Ge's deep black fighting fish, and the club's light red fighting fish.

The deep black fighting fish was clearly on its last legs and was caught by the light red fighting fish, which bit it to death. Only the light blue and light red fighting fish remained alive in the water.

"Brother, come on, let your fighting fish avenge me," Liu Ge patted Su Zhe's shoulder and said. He was very sad that his carefully raised fighting fish had been killed, but not for the money, as he had put a lot of effort into raising it.

Everyone at the scene was watching intently, not wanting to miss the most exciting moments. Su Zhe was also very nervous, feeling a mix of hope and fear.