I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 33. Gamblers Will Eventually Lose Everything

Xia Feng was pondering.

[Cheap adoptive father: To be honest, kid, this might be a great opportunity to make a fortune. You could lose every second from 3 to 300 seconds, so there are a total of 298 odds. See if you have a chance to lose at 59 seconds. The odds at that point are a whopping 10 times, which is the highest of the 298. How about I bet 200 million and split it with you?]

Xia Feng: "???"

[Xia Feng: You promised that even if we lose, we'd lose with our heads held high!]

[Cheap adoptive father: Losing while standing and making money while lying down are not contradictory. We're all adults, it's time to understand the truth of 'wanting it all', kid~]

Xia Feng: Hehe (smiling), I suggest you bet on me to win~

[Cheap adoptive father: Not bad, confidence is a good thing, but if you face reality, remember to lose in 59 seconds!]

Seeing this, Xia Feng ignored him and thought for a moment. Besides the 298 odds, there were two other odds: he would win or he would be instantly killed. Both were 100 times the odds, which were extremely high-risk and high-reward options for everyone.

After thinking for a moment, he sent another message to Wei Shutong.

[Xia Feng: Help me bet 100,000, I'll win!]

[Cheap adoptive father: Are you sure?]

Xia Feng: I'll transfer the money to you after the fight. Lao Wei, could you pay for it for me first?

[Cheap foster father: Gamblers will eventually lose everything.]

[Xia Feng: Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, I'm perfectly sober.]

[Cheap adoptive father: Okay]

*
Meanwhile, in the referee's room.

Because this fair duel became too heated due to the actions of an unknown force, the Holy Ministry specially dispatched Chen Xingdao, the captain of the Seventh Squad, to the scene to maintain order.

"Blade Demon, why are you here?"

Chen Xingdao frowned slightly in doubt. "The Director dispatched our Seventh Team to be in charge of the scene."

Freya remained calm and smiled gently: "Master Chen, my students are having a duel today, is it not allowed for me to come and watch?"

A student? Chen Xingdao narrowed his slanted eyes. This was the first time he had ever seen the Sword Demon pay so much attention to a student.

There are four fair matches today, the most anticipated of which is undoubtedly the duel between the two geniuses, Yan Xujia and Xia Feng.

One is the son of a marquis who has been famous for a long time, and the other is a freshman who has suddenly become famous in the past few days.

Chen Xingdao didn't know much about the freshman, but he had carefully investigated Yan Xujia, the son of the marquis.

He ranked first in the spiritual pressure test during his freshman year, and won eighteen consecutive matches in the academy challenge, creating an undefeated legend. In his sophomore year, he was specially recruited into the Black Moon Church, and once again fought his way out of the Knight Legion with invincible momentum. He was promoted to Silver Armor in half a year and won the title of Guardian in a year. He will definitely have a place in the Black Moon Holy Knight in the future. In addition, with his status as the son of a marquis, his future is even more limitless.

After reviewing Yan Xujia's information, Chen Xingdao said, "This kid is terrifyingly powerful; he must not be allowed to live."

"Master Chen, who do you think will win the final duel?" Freya asked.

Although Chen Xingdao has the appearance of a villain with a hooked nose and slanted eyes, he is actually a Taoist priest. Even after joining the Holy Department of the Empire, he still likes to dress as a Taoist priest, so people who know him call him Master Chen.

Upon hearing Dao Mo's question, Chen Xingdao pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "In my opinion, Xia Feng is likely to meet with a grim fate today."

"Is it."

Freya lowered her eyelids slightly and couldn't help but sigh softly. She had heard about the bet between Xia Feng and Yan Xujia, in which the loser would be exiled to the southern border. She didn't know what Xia Feng was thinking, daring to accept such a bet. He was really too reckless.

She had originally planned to take Xia Feng as her apprentice, but now it seems that it will be even more difficult.

The only solution was for her to go directly to Southern Xinjiang with Xia Feng, which made her very hesitant.

"Dong—" The competition bell tolled, signaling the end of the third round of matches. A solemn announcement rang out from the arena:

"The fourth fair duel will begin in ten minutes. Contestants Xia Feng and Yan Xujia, please prepare. Failure to arrive at the arena within the allotted time will be considered an automatic forfeit. The fourth fair duel will begin in ten minutes."

VIP waiting room in Zone S.

Panda, the chubby boy, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He pushed up his reflective glasses, turned around, and said, "Remember to be careful, don't actually kill him."

The man leaning back on the sofa put down his wine glass, patted his trouser leg, stood up, stretched, and smiled knowingly. "Alright, alright, I got it. It's just about driving him to the brink of collapse. That's my specialty."

As he spoke, he was about to walk out.

"Wait a minute." A middle-aged man's voice rang out from the corner.

Yan Xujia turned around and casually asked, "What is it, President Zhao? Is there anything I can do for you?"

The middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Jie, the acting president of the Six Tail Society.

"Considering our past collaboration, I'll give you a heads-up: this kid surnamed Xia is no ordinary person," Zhao Jie said, his scarred eyes narrowing slightly, his tone carrying a warning.

Yan Xujia smirked: "President Zhao, do you think I'm your good-for-nothing apprentice?"

Zhao Jie frowned slightly. Qi Xiao was indeed worlds apart from Yan Xujia, but he was a man who had crawled out of piles of corpses and killed countless people in his life, which had given him an extraordinary ability to judge people.

So when Qi Xiao died at Xia Feng's hands, after the initial shock, he pondered for several days and increasingly felt that Xia Feng was no ordinary person.

He had no idea just how far this "unusual" thing would go.

"If that's all President Zhao is going to say, then I'll be leaving now." Yan Xujia said with a faint smile, pushing open the door and leaving.

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 or not was not his concern.

Of course, it's more likely that he's overthinking it; Xia Feng's 'unusual' abilities are only at an ordinary level.
"when--"

The bell tolls clearly.

In the center of the bustling arena, the gates on both sides were opened.

One of them was dressed in an elegant white priest's robe, and his shoulder-length hair made him look even more like a charming and aristocratic young master.

The other person was wearing the uniform blue and white uniform of Weiyang Academy. His messy black hair looked unkempt, and he had dead fish eyes, exuding the aura of a lazy, otaku.

Even so, his outstanding appearance still attracted the attention of many people.

"Wow, Xia Feng is so handsome!" one girl exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"Wow—that pretty face!" Some boys' eyes lit up.

Mushroom listened to the surrounding chatter, clenched her toes, and felt inexplicably embarrassed, like watching an acquaintance go on stage and show off.

However, the people around him quickly stopped paying attention to Xia Feng's appearance and started talking about how many seconds he lost.

"I'm betting he'll lose in thirty seconds. When are you betting?"

"Thirty seconds? Are you kidding me? I've carefully studied both of their records. Xia Feng will definitely lose within three moves! So at most ten seconds!"

"Ahem," someone said in a low voice, embarrassed, "Actually, I also bet ten yuan on Xia Feng to win."

"Tsk tsk. You really dare to dream. Let me put it this way, if Xia Feng wins, I'll livestream myself eating shit!"

Hearing such sarcastic and disdainful words, Mushroom pursed her lips and secretly clenched her fist, muttering to herself, "Hmph, another freeloader!"
"when--"

The clock struck twice, and the entire stadium fell silent as everyone turned their gaze to the sky.

(End of this chapter)