With Bai Zhi and Bai Ye Jisi gone, only Kan Lu and Ming Jili remained in this space.
Kan Lu could understand why that glasses-wearing guy had so decisively chosen to leave, because in this kind of gambling room, there was a method that guaranteed victory no matter what.
According to the rules, the stakes put forward by both sides had to be roughly equivalent—or at least acknowledged as such by the party receiving the more valuable item. Only then would the wager officially begin.
—Therefore, as long as you could produce a stake that the other party absolutely could not match, your victory was assured.
The idea of subduing the enemy without fighting probably meant something like this.
Given the terrifying wealth that that cheat-enabled guy had displayed in the Mysterious Shop earlier—enough to buy out the entire store—Kan Lu did not believe anyone could outbid him.
So, this was how Big Shots who spent money cleared stages: direct, efficient, simple, and utterly dull...
After inwardly expressing a great deal of envy, jealousy, and resentment, Kan Lu turned his gaze forward.
Unlike Bai Zhi's group, the two of them had quickly reached an agreement regarding the stakes. There was no cumbersome best-of-three, nor were there any forbidden techniques or restrictions. No matter the means, no questions about the process—only the result mattered. One round would decide the victor.
After being trapped in those Trap Rooms for so long, he felt uncomfortable all over. A thoroughly satisfying battle was exactly what he craved right now.
In the darkness, Kan Lu gripped the long spear in his hand and slowly exhaled.
About ten seconds later, the darkness receded. The sand filling the sky, coupled with the scorching heat of the Scorching Sun overhead, instantly brought him out of the dark preparation