Chapter 33
Chapter 33: Gamblers will eventually lose everything
As Xia Feng was contemplating.
[Cheap Adoptive Father: To be honest, kid, this might be a good opportunity to make big money. You might lose anytime between 3 and 300 seconds, so there are 298 odds set in total. See if you can lose at the 59-second mark. The odds at this time are as high as 10 times, the highest among the 298. How about I invest 2 million and we split it half and half?]
Xia Feng: “???”
[Xia Feng: Didn’t you say that even if I lose, I should lose standing tall?]
[Cheap Adoptive Father: Losing standing up and making money lying down aren’t contradictory. We’re all adults now, it’s time to understand the truth of ‘having it all’, kid~]
[Xia Feng: Heh (smile), I suggest you bet on me to win~]
[Cheap Adoptive Father: Good, confidence is a good thing. But if you’ve come to your senses, remember to lose at the 59-second mark!]
Seeing this, Xia Feng couldn’t be bothered to reply. He lowered his head and thought. Besides these 298 odds, there were two other odds left: one was him winning, and the other was him being instantly killed. Both were as high as a hundred times. For everyone, these were options with extremely high risk and extremely high reward.
After contemplating for a moment, he sent another message to Uncle Wei.
[Xia Feng: Help me bet a hundred thousand, I win!]
[Cheap Adoptive Father: Are you sure?]
[Xia Feng: I’ll transfer the money to you after the fight, Uncle Wei, please pay for me first.]
[Cheap Adoptive Father: Gamblers will eventually lose everything.]
[Xia Feng: Hurry up, stop wasting time, I’m very clear-headed.]
[Cheap Adoptive Father: Okay]
*
At the same time, in the referee’s room.
Due to the intense popularity of this fair duel, driven by an unknown mastermind, the Imperial Holy Department specifically dispatched Chen Xingdao, the captain of the Seventh Squad, to maintain order at the scene.
“Blade Demon, why are you here?”
Chen Xingdao’s brows furrowed slightly. “The Bureau Chief dispatched our Seventh Squad to be in charge of the scene.”
Freya’s expression was calm, and she smiled gently. “Daoist Chen, one of my students is competing today. Can’t I come to watch?”
Student? Chen Xingdao’s sharp eyes narrowed. This was the first time he had seen the Blade Demon pay so much attention to a student.
There were four fair duels in total today, and the most anticipated was undoubtedly the duel between the two geniuses, Yan Xujia and Xia Feng.
One was the son of a well-known Marquis, and the other was a freshman who had suddenly become famous these past few days.
Chen Xingdao did not know much about the freshman, but he had thoroughly investigated Marquis Yan Xujia’s son. He was the top-ranked freshman in the spirit pressure test, had an undefeated streak of eighteen consecutive wins in the academy challenge, and was specially appointed to the Black Moon Holy See in his second year. He had once again emerged victorious from the Knights Legion with an invincible stance, was promoted to Silver Armor within half a year, and received the title of Guardian within a year. He was destined to have a seat in the future Black Moon Holy Knights. Coupled with his identity as the son of a Marquis, his future was boundless.
After reading Yan Xujia’s profile, Chen Xingdao described him in his own words: “This child is terrifyingly powerful and must not be kept.”
“Daoist Chen, who do you think will win the final match?” Freya asked.
Although Chen Xingdao had the appearance of a villain with a hooked nose and sharp eyes, he was originally a Daoist. Even after joining the Imperial Holy Department, he still preferred to wear Daoist robes, so those familiar with him called him Daoist Chen.
Hearing the Blade Demon’s question, Chen Xingdao contemplated for a moment and shook his head. “In my opinion, Xia Feng. This child is likely in grave danger today.”
“Is that so…”
Freya lowered her eyelids and sighed softly. She had heard about the bet between Xia Feng and Yan Xujia, where the loser would be exiled to the Southern Border. She wondered what Xia Feng was thinking, daring to accept such a bet; he was too reckless. She had originally planned to take Xia Feng as her disciple, but now, it seemed even more difficult. The only solution was for her to go to the Southern Border with Xia Feng, which made her hesitate.
“Dong—” The match bell rang loudly, signifying the end of the third match. A solemn broadcast echoed through the arena: “The fourth fair duel will begin in ten minutes. Please, contestant Xia Feng, contestant Yan Xujia, prepare. Failure to arrive at the arena within the stipulated time will be considered a forfeiture. The fourth fair duel will begin in ten minutes, please…”
S District VIP Waiting Room.
Panda, the little chubby figure, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. He adjusted his reflective glasses and turned around, saying, “Remember your limits, don’t really kill him.”
The man leaning on the sofa put down his wine glass, patted his trousers, got up, and stretched lazily. He smiled playfully. “Alright, alright, I know. Isn’t it just about driving him to collapse? I’m best at this kind of thing.”
As he said this, he was about to walk out.
“Wait.” A middle-aged man’s voice came from the corner.
Yan Xujia turned around and casually asked, “What is it, President Zhao? Any advice?”
The middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Jie, the acting president of the Six-Tails Sect.
“For the sake of our cooperation with Cha Nai Xue, I’ll give you a reminder. The kid surnamed Xia is not simple.” Zhao Jie’s scarred eyes narrowed, his tone admonishing.
Yan Xujia twitched the corner of his mouth. “Acting President Zhao, do you think I’m your useless disciple?”
!
Zhao Jie’s brow furrowed. Compared to Yan Xujia, Qi Xiao was indeed worlds apart. However, he was someone who had climbed out of a pile of corpses, having killed countless people throughout his life, which had honed his ability to perceive people beyond the ordinary. Therefore, when Qi Xiao died at Xia Feng’s hands, after his shock, he pondered for several days and increasingly felt that Xia Feng was not simple. However, he was unsure how far this “not simple” would go.
“If Acting President Zhao has nothing else to say, then I’ll be going now.” Yan Xujia smiled lightly and pushed the door open to leave.
Zhao Jie’s scarred gray eyes were indifferent. As an ally, he had said what he needed to say. Whether the other party believed him was no longer his concern. Of course, it was more likely that he was overthinking it; Xia Feng’s “not simple” was just at an ordinary level of not simple.
“Dong—”
The match bell rang again.
In the center of the bustling arena, the gates on both sides were opened. One person wore a white, elegant clerical robe, and his shoulder-length hair made him appear even more like a devilishly charming, noble young master.
The other person wore the unified blue and white uniform of Weiyang Academy. His messy black hair looked as if it hadn’t been tidied up, and with his lifeless eyes, he exuded the aura of a lazy otaku at all times. However, even so, his exceptionally handsome appearance attracted the attention of many.
“Oh my, Xia Feng is so handsome!” A girl’s eyes lit up.
“Hiss—such a cute little face~” Another boy’s eyes lit up.
Listening to the discussions around him, Mu Gu (Mushroom) felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness, like watching an acquaintance go on stage to show off. However, the surrounding people quickly stopped paying attention to Xia Feng’s appearance and began discussing the problem of losing within seconds.
“I bet he’ll lose at the thirty-second mark. When do you guys bet?”
“Thirty seconds? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve carefully studied both their résumés. Xia Feng will be defeated within three moves! So, at most ten seconds!”
“Cough,” someone shyly whispered, “Actually, I also bet ten yuan that Xia Feng would win.”
“Tsk tsk… You really dare to think like that. Let me tell you, if Xia Feng wins, I’ll live-stream eating shit!”
Hearing such sarcastic and disdainful words, Mu Gu pursed her lips and clenched her fists secretly, muttering in her heart, “Hmph, conning people for food and drinks again!”
“Dong—”
The match bell rang for the second time. The entire venue fell silent, and everyone’s gaze turned to the sky screen.
