I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 319 - 319-Surprise

John suddenly felt his entire body relax, and he began to breathe heavily.

He knew that relaxing now could expose him to danger, but he could no longer help it.

He was simply too tired, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

At that moment, he could barely control his emotions, overwhelmed by fatigue.

Silver Tear covered her mouth, trying to control her own emotions, but eventually, she couldn’t help but start crying!

It was too hard, much harder than they had ever anticipated.

They had thought it would be easy just to come and rescue the captain, but it turned out to be anything but easy.

John had indeed won, and although the captain was seriously injured, he could be treated in time.

Despite the severe injuries, at least he was still alive.

When the announcer declared John the winner, some people erupted in anger, and many even wanted to jump down and severely punish the Immortal Messenger!

They simply couldn’t understand why the previously undefeated Immortal Messenger had now been defeated by this man.

"There’s a conspiracy here, how can a gold-tier awakener possibly defeat the Immortal Messenger?"

"Exactly, there must be a fix!"

"I think it’s because you saw us betting so heavily, so you deliberately arranged for this person to come here. This is just outrageous, it’s so fake."

"I don’t accept this result, I demand a rematch!"

"I demand a rematch too, the Immortal Messenger losing to a gold-tier awakener? That’s completely illogical!"

Many people started to create a commotion, feeling unable to accept the outcome.

After all, many had bet on Victor to win, and only a small group was ecstatically screaming.

"Hahaha, I knew this challenger would win, I just knew it, my bet of 100000 on him wasn’t wasted!"

"Haha, I knew I would win, I always like to go against the grain. I’ve lost so much before, but now I finally won one."

"Immortal Messenger, what kind of Immortal Messenger is that? I think this guy is way more impressive!"

"Now I’m a billionaire, haha, I can finally live a good life, I’m among the elites now!"

Some were overjoyed, while others were in despair.

Some began to shout wildly, unconcerned with others’ feelings.

Or perhaps they didn’t care at all, never considering what others might be going through.

All that mattered to them was their own happiness.

John didn’t dare rest too long; he quickly called the medical team over.

After the match, the victor had the right to execute the loser.

If they didn’t wish to kill, they could also choose to take the defeated away.

As John called for the medical team, everyone was shocked.

They had never imagined that John would actually save this person.

"Has he gone mad? Why would he save the Immortal Messenger?"

"You don’t understand, do you? If he really saves this guy, then the guy will have to serve him from now on, right? If he brings him back to the underground city, wouldn’t that be like gaining a cash cow?"

"My God, I never thought of it that way; it’s so outrageous, beyond my imagination."

"Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? If I had gone to challenge, maybe I could have won and then taken the Immortal Messenger for myself."

"I’m dying of laughter here, don’t joke, man. Have you seen yourself? Do you think you could last a minute against the Immortal Messenger?"

Some people began to fantasize, but were quickly mocked by others.

After all, everyone knew the Immortal Messenger’s strength was not to be underestimated.

"You mean you want to heal this man?"

The announcer looked at John with some confusion.

Logically speaking, shouldn’t the loser already be executed?

Yet why did John now want to save what he considered to be worthless?

Indeed, anyone who lost here was just waste, and if they were lucky enough to survive, they would only end up as laborers.

Especially now that the Immortal Messenger had sustained such severe injuries, he might never move normally again, rendering him utterly useless.

"Is there a problem?" John was nearly back to normal.

Although still somewhat weary, he was much better than before.

"Didn’t you say that if I won, I could dispose of him as I wished, and that he is now my property?"

John glanced at Victor, still lying on the ground, growing increasingly anxious. Discover hidden content at m,v l’e|m-p| y r

He was acutely aware of how lethal the Bloodthirsty Blade could be.

Victor was already suffering from excessive blood loss, his complexion turning pale.

If he wasn’t treated soon, there might be lasting damage.

"That’s true," the announcer admitted, "but we’ve never had such a precedent here; normally, the losers would have already been executed."

But like John, wanting to actually heal the defeated was indeed a first.

"What others do is none of my concern. All you need to do is follow my orders, get someone here to treat him quickly."

The announcer was unsure, having never encountered such a situation before.

He instinctively looked towards the top-tier box for guidance, but ultimately, he allowed the medical team to come and provide treatment.

"However, sir, the cost of this treatment..."

John seemed to understand and nodded, indicating that he was willing to cover whatever expense was necessary.

It must be said that the Rose Hotel’s medical team was truly top-notch.

Even though Victor’s palm had been severed and he had sustained severe injuries, the medical team managed to heal him swiftly.

Victor’s wounds also began to heal at a visibly rapid rate, though his complexion remained somewhat pale.

The tendons in his hands and feet had all been reattached.

John felt a slight relief in his heart, as it seemed the situation was still within a manageable scope.

However, even after being healed, Victor’s gaze towards John was still filled with murderous intent.

"Now that I’ve won, shouldn’t you remove all restrictions placed on this man?"

John asked calmly, while the announcer looked at him inexplicably.

"I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you mean. There are no restrictions on the Immortal Messenger!"

Hearing this, John showed no outward reaction, but his heart skipped a beat.

If that was indeed the case, did it mean that Victor would continue to remember nothing, just as before?

This complicates things!