Fatty Ben’s grin only widened after hearing the wizard soldier question. “Serious as death, old man. I’m the 9th-ranked top gambler of the Gambler’s Syndicate. Do you think I’d stake my reputation on a lie?”
Fatty took out his token from the gambler’s syndicate and waved it before the wizard soldier. “Go on, make a bet. Or are you too afraid to make a bet against my master?”
The soldier didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Fatty Ben’s arrogant tone and sheer audacity, irritated him to the core. He pulled out his communication crystal and quickly called over a few of his comrades.
After a brief discussion, they all decided to place their bets, a hefty amount of mana stones against Kent’s victory.
Word spread quickly, like wildfire around the periphery of war god temple. Millions of spectators came to watch this gathering and the news of gambling store spread quickly by word of mouth.
Even the 9 realms association mansion failed to contain news. Within hours, the news of the gambling house had reached every other realm disciple inside the mansion. As they all know grand plan of Simon, they gave all their wealth to servants and asked them to make bets against Kent.
Servants, who had previously been dutifully attending to their tasks, were now queuing outside the Golden Rat Gambling House, eager to place their own bets. The once-quiet atmosphere around the mansion was now buzzing with excitement, the name “Golden Rat and Kent” on everyone’s lips.
As the betting frenzy escalated, the total betting amount quickly climbed, surpassing the 100 million mana stone mark. Even the rich heirs and influential figures from the various realms couldn’t resist joining in, the allure of such high stakes proving impossible to ignore.
Inside the Golden Rat gambling store, all the alluring girls began working hard. As Fatty asked them to behave arrogant, they began treating everyone like air while showcasing Kent’s name as other world Supreme.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was far from peaceful. News of the gambling house reached the ears of Lila and Simon, both of whom were in the midst of discussing the final preparations for the Lotus Chakra Formation.
Lila, focused on her duties, dismissed the rumors with a wave of her hand, but Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Head, was furious.
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“Which idiot is making the scene? How dare he promote someone else’s name while I’m participating?” Simon fumed, his eyes blazing with anger.
He immediately sent one of his subordinates to investigate and deliver a warning. “Take these 100 million superior mana stones to bet. If he rejects my bet, make sure that fool kneels before the mansion for one month,” Simon ordered, his voice laced with venom.
The subordinate nodded and quickly departed, carrying with them a storage ring filled with 100 million Superior mana stones—a sum large enough to crush any wealthy person on the blue planet. The message was clear, Simon intended to put an end to this gamble, once and for all.
However, when the subordinate arrived at the Golden Rat Gambling House and presented the 100 million superior mana stones, Fatty Ben merely chuckled.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he accepted the bet, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he tucked the storage ring away. “Tell your master that I appreciate his contribution. But I won’t give back a penny if he loses.” He said with a lazy smile.
The subordinate, stunned by Fatty Ben’s audacity, quickly reported back to Simon. The news only served to inflame Simon’s temper further, but before he could act, Lila stepped in, stopping him with a stern warning. “Let it go, focus on your task tomorrow. This is not the time to be distracted by petty games.”
Simon gritted his teeth, but he knew she was right. Still, as he turned away, a cold resolve settled in his heart. “Tomorrow, we’ll see who has the last laugh. I will kick that Golden Rat’s teeth out after getting war god inheritance.”
Meanwhile, inside the Golden Rat Gambling House, Fatty Ben leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. Unimaginable wealth was already flowing into his pockets, and the day wasn’t even over yet.
The reason for his confidence was simple, he had placed his trust in Kent. And with the backing of his new supremely wealthy girlfriend, Fatty Ben knew that he was betting on a sure thing.
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Devil Mountain…
The ground was littered with the lifeless bodies of countless beasts, their blood soaking the earth as the moonlight cast an eerie glow over the scene. The air was thick with the stench of death and the lingering traces of violent energy.
In the midst of this gruesome sight, Kent stood alone, his body heaving with exhaustion, yet his eyes burned with an unyielding fire. His golden wings, once radiant with divine energy, were now filled with blood and dirt, but they still shone brightly.
Over a hundred thousand beasts had fallen by his hand this night. Kent’s lion-shaped head, with its mane of golden lightning, lifted to the sky as he took a deep, steadying breath. His claws, still crackling with residual energy.
With one last look at the carnage he had brought, Kent flapped his wings and ascended into the air.
He flew swiftly, the landscape below blurring into a dark canvas, until he spotted the familiar silhouette of the white wood tree where Master Tang Zi training the spirit pets.
As Kent descended, his golden wings glowed softly in the dim light of dawn, casting an ethereal radiance over the clearing. Tang Zi, who had been in the midst of training, paused and looked up, his sharp eyes taking in Kent’s transformed state.
The glowing wings, the lion’s head, the claws, and the fierce aura that still lingered around him—it was a sight that filled Tang Zi with both pride and satisfaction.
“I see you’ve mastered the Inner Spirit Transformation of the Golden Body in such a short time. I expected no less. Tell me, how many beasts did you kill this night?” Tang Zi said, his voice carrying a tone of approval as he watched Kent land before him.
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