Diophantus

Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins?

By now, the middle-aged man had completely failed to notice Wang Dong'er's hesitation. He had already been cowed by her tone.

Five hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, casually wagered along with the chips they had brought over—it was simply insane!

The middle-aged man became even more convinced that Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong'er had terrifyingly powerful backgrounds.

"Choose the largest composite number between one and one hundred. Split that number into the sum of two prime numbers, and wager on the larger one."

Huo Yuhao picked up where Wang Dong'er had left off, and several beads of sweat faintly formed on the middle-aged man's forehead.

No, what had this distinguished guest just said? Composite numbers, prime numbers, splitting them apart?

Now, the middle-aged man had no further doubts about Huo Yuhao's identity. The way he spoke and his tone were exactly like those eccentric Soul Tool Masters. Every word made sense on its own, but put together, they made people break out in a cold sweat.

Not long ago, an old man calling himself Diophantus had also come to place a wager. His method of betting had been exactly the same as Huo Yuhao's.

"Let my age be the wager. One-sixth of my life was a happy childhood. After living another twelfth, I entered the vigorous years of youth."

"After another seventh of my life passed, I married. The next five years were very happy, and I had a son. But the brilliant life of this child lasted only half as long as mine. After my son's death, I spent another four years in solitude. That is my age. Go place the wager."

That wager's number had likewise made the middle-aged man sweat profusely. Fortunately, Master Diophantus had not concealed his appearance. He was