"Go die, pretty boy!" the one-eyed brute roared.
He unleashed the Double Dragons Water move, brutally and viciously attacking the white-clothed scholar opposite him.
"Hmph! You think you, the One-eyed Dragon, could kill me? You fucking don’t even have the right to look at yourself in the mirror!" the white-clothed scholar disdainfully said.
With a sweep of his right palm, he performed a mightily powerful palm technique, dominantly blasting forward.
If the One-eyed Dragon were hit by his palm, even if the Daluo Immortal descended, he couldn’t be saved!
"Pretty boy, you’re fucking despicable! How dare you play dirty," the One-eyed Dragon raged.
He poured all his strength into an explosive attack.
Seemingly resolved to die, he was intent on taking someone with him in his last moments.
Even the Double Dragon Water technique in his palm seemed to increase in power out of thin air.
"Hmph! Die for me!" the white-clothed scholar bellowed.
His ferocious palm strength struck the One-eyed Dragon’s chest, and just as the latter was about to be blasted away and his raised palm was about to fall,
at that moment, a mysterious force suddenly appeared, fortifying his right palm.
Like a burst of final brilliance, his right palm exploded with terrifying force, slamming into the white-clothed scholar’s head.
The immense power directly pierced through his head.
"Ha ha... you want to kill me, pretty boy, you’re not qualif..."
Before the word "qualified" could be uttered, the One-eyed Dragon took one last nostalgic look at the colorful world before him, collapsing heavily to the ground with deep unwillingness.
"Holy fuck! They actually both fucking died? Does it have to be this vicious?"
"Go to your mom’s comparison! Die together? Can this fucking happen? Pretty boy, are you a dumbass? Didn’t you know to dodge?"
"I can’t believe it! Getting a draw is harder than finding a virgin! How could they dare to end it in a tie?"
The gamblers in the arena shouted incredulously upon witnessing this scene.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would’ve clamored, accusing the match of being rigged.
It’s precisely because gambling fights are so magical; even knowing they’ve lost, they still have to pinch their noses and accept it.
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In a luxurious private room at the top floor.
Murong Baiyun brutally crushed a wine glass in his hand, unwillingly watching the scene.
As the God of Wealth behind the scenes, he was of course aware of the entire gambling fight’s manipulation rules.
Every life-or-death fight seemed fair, but they were all prearranged before the fighters even stepped on stage. As the surrounding gamblers placed their bets, the more heavily bet side would often die more quickly.
Of course, when necessary, a few "real performances" were needed.
Even so, why did they still lose? Could it be that the combined bets on the red and blue sides surpassed the odds of two trillion?
He wouldn’t believe such numbers if they were spoken aloud, and no sane person would believe them either.
Yet, the result was a tie.
"Could it be that the backend wasn’t arranged properly, or was there a glitch?" Murong Baiyun wondered doubtfully in his mind.
"Ha ha ha... Yating, we won, we really won! A tie, it’s actually a tie! I’m so happy! We just won two trillion," Zhao Ling’er excitedly said.
"Yeah, Ling’er, this guy’s luck is truly enviable! A one in ten million chance, and it actually happened," Zhou Yating said enviously.
Thinking back, the two of them played so many times before, and although they won a few times at the beginning,
in the end, they never won once, which felt like the future was utterly bleak.
"My husband said, no matter how much money he wins, mm-hmm, all of it goes on the tie. He’s blessed by the God of Wealth today, rolling in cash!" Zhao Ling’er bragged.
She deliberately taunted Murong Baiyun with her words.
A twitch appeared at the corner of Murong Baiyun’s mouth. The principal was three hundred billion, plus the winnings, it totaled one trillion and eight hundred billion.
If she were to bet on a tie again and won, the sum would amount to over ten trillion with the principal!
Taking a deep breath, Murong Baiyun tried to calm himself down and forced a smile onto his face.
"Miss, I’d advise you to seriously consider this! After all, we’re talking about nearly two trillion RMB. Mmm, I think for Brother Zhang’s sake, it would be better to change direction," Murong Baiyun said.
"Hmph! Since when did you get to tell me what to do? I insist on betting on the tie. My husband’s got great luck tonight, with the God of Wealth looking over him. The God of Wealth said it’s a sure win to bet on the tie. You look scared; are you worried you can’t pay up later?" Zhao Ling’er said triumphantly.
"Heh, my family’s wealth and business is vast. Not just a mere two trillion, even twenty trillion or fifty trillion, this young master can afford to lose it all!" Murong Baiyun said with pompous assurance.
"Hmph! Glad to hear you say that. Don’t worry; my husband’s a good man. He won’t let you lose everything down to your pants. At most, we’ll win ten trillion or eight trillion from you; that should be about right to show our point," Ling’er said.
She picked up the tablet, her fingers flying as she placed all one trillion and eight hundred billion on a tie.
In the backstage area of the arena.
Surveillance equipment had been destroyed by Zhang Xiaohao beforehand.
Now only the data analysis system remained, and it displayed a sudden huge bet on the tie.
The fearsome hulk in charge sat down hard on the floor in shock.
"Brother Dao, are you okay?" a staff member asked.
"Shit! Get down there and get ready right now. If it’s another tie, I’ll skin you alive!" Brother Dao roared furiously.
Two menacing men entered the arena, radiating murderous intent.
Under the supervision of the beautiful referee, the match officially began.
After three minutes of combat.
The two fighters, as if they had practiced beforehand, launched their ultimate moves, furiously slamming into each other.
Even laymen could tell that this round was clearly rigged.
The man with a large dragon embroidered on his chest was significantly stronger than his opponent and by all accounts, should have slain him.
Twice the sound of skulls shattering echoed; both men’s heads were struck simultaneously.
Both men went limp and fell to the ground, dead as can be.
"What the fuck! Another tie?"
"Damn it! What the hell is going on?"
"Who’s the lucky bastard that bet a whole one trillion and eight hundred billion on the tie? Damn, has this turned into a trillion?! From a bike to a rocket, skyrocketing out of control?"
The arena was in chaos again.
Everyone was discussing the lucky bastard.
In the most luxurious box upstairs.
"Hahaha... I laugh with pride, with pride I laugh! Another tie, and with the principal, it’s a total of more than ten trillion. I’ll get cramps from counting the money, dreaming until I naturally wake up. Ah, the feeling of being shielded by the God of Wealth is truly amazing!" Zhao Ling’er laughed heartily.