"Hehe, you'll soon understand that you get what you pay for!"
Ethan replied to the Pigman Tribe member with a smile, then said to the people on the shore, "I can guarantee that as long as you get on my top-tier raft, you'll also be reserving one of the top-ten spots for this round."
"Although I can't guarantee that you'll all win in the end, at least if you win one step, you'll win every step."
"A mere investment of one or two hundred thousand can let you win all the way through."
"Which side is more worthwhile? Think it through!"
"Oh?", When the Treant heard that Ethan was actually trying to steal its customers, it immediately became unhappy and said, "You think you got lucky and took first place in the Magic Forest round by exploiting a loophole, so you think you'll have this kind of luck again next?"
"Is that so?"
Ethan calmly looked around at everyone on the shore and said, "Then everyone, I'll make this clear here! I'll even make a life-and-death contract. If I can't lead you to the top ten in this Red Sea round, I'll refund all the sea-crossing fees in full. I'll take nothing!"
"Wow!"
The instant Ethan made that declaration, everyone went wild.
Because this was a competition, and the people on the shore included not only the flying-specialist Rakshasa Tribe, but even tribes such as the Snake People and Octopus People, who were skilled at swimming.
Even if it really wasn't possible to cross the sea by swimming, there were still quite a lot of races that were good at flying.
At this moment, those guys who wanted to mooch off the food and a free trip across the sea felt that Ethan simply couldn't easily beat everyone present.
So they could no longer control their excitement and all raised their hands, saying, "I'll pay three hundred thousand. I'm willing to buy your last seat!"
"I'll pay five hundred thousand!"
"I'll pay six hundred thousand!"
And almost everyone was thinking of getting it for free, hoping to snatch the last spot.
The Eye of Nightmare couldn't take it anymore and said, "Why are you so confident that you can definitely win? You don't even know what you'll encounter in this competition!"
"I really don't know, but not only do I have such a good bamboo raft, I also have equipment like this. If I still can't win with that…", Ethan said with a smile, "then I really don't deserve to earn this money! Besides, when it comes to making money, if you don't have a bit of a gambling mentality, how would these people willingly pay up?"
"Suit yourself!", The Eye of Nightmare said somewhat helplessly, "Originally, if you just sailed the raft away now, you could directly make eight people's money for free. Why go through all this trouble for the last person…"
"I'll pay one million!"
At this moment, there was a strange-looking Brainman?
How should this race be described? It had a huge head, and the shape of its head was just like a human brain, full of grooves, with a central line dividing its head into a left and right hemisphere.
And the strange race's eyes, nose, and other facial features were all located on its pink brain.
Its arms and legs were long, and its torso was also like a thin, long bamboo pole, making it look extremely strange.
But although it looked like it didn't have any fighting ability at all, whether it was the Pigman Tribe, goblins, or even the lofty Elven Tribe, they all made way for it, as if no one dared to block its path.
"Brain Chief Tribe?", The Eye of Nightmare was somewhat shocked, "I didn't expect there to actually be a contestant from this race."
"The name certainly fits," Ethan asked in return, "What? Is this race very rare?"
"Not really. It's that no matter where they are, this race is always equivalent to being a chief," The Eye of Nightmare explained, "They're not only intelligent, their status is also that of nobles throughout the entire Mist World. It's said that back then, they helped the main city army conquer a great deal of territory, and they even saved the City Lord's life. Therefore, their race has an extremely noble status. They're the kind you absolutely must not offend easily."
Ethan immediately understood, "Oh, so they're basically the Celestial Dragons."
"What the hell are Celestial Dragons?", The Eye of Nightmare frowned, "I didn't expect someone to really bid one million Dragon Coins. That's the ticket price of ten people in one! Kid, you're really something!"
"Anyone else bidding?", Ethan asked.
But everyone on the shore seemed somewhat afraid of the presence of this Brain Chief Tribe member, and no one dared to compete with it at all.
Ethan immediately felt somewhat regretful.
But then he thought…
He could earn two million Dragon Coins from just the third round alone, and his mood immediately improved again.
After taking the Brain Chief Tribe member onto the raft, Ethan directly transformed the Demonic Armor into a long bamboo pole, braced it against the shore, and pushed the raft into the depths of the Red Sea.
Only then did the people remaining on the shore reluctantly board the rafts of the other Treants or Wood-element Mages one after another and leave the shore.
But the moment the rafts left the shore, the Treant Tribe and Wood-element Mages finally understood where the biggest difference between themselves and Ethan lay.
No wonder, this ordinary-looking human had actually dared to make such an exaggerated promise.
He said that as long as they boarded his raft, they would definitely become top-ten finishers. So that was why.