Yes.
An arm could regrow.
But unless he washed away today's humiliation with his own hands, it would become an inner demon that haunted him for the rest of his life.
Slowly, he rose from the ground.
He looked at no one, only staring fixedly toward the Heavenly Character Number Three Private Room. The calm indifference there was his greatest nightmare at that moment.
The despair and defiance on his face faded completely, replaced by a madness and venom that sent chills through the heart.
"Fine..."
One hoarse word squeezed out of his throat.
"I lost the bet. I accept it!"
Before his words had faded, he abruptly raised his right hand.
Demonic power surged, and crimson flames instantly engulfed his entire left arm.
No one had time to realize what he intended to do.
The next instant.
Crack!
The sharp sound of snapping bone rang throughout the venue.
Under the horrified gazes of tens of thousands of beings, the Crimson Flame Young Lord actually broke his own left arm off at the shoulder with his bare hand!
Blood gushed like a fountain, only to evaporate in the crimson demon fire the instant it left his body.
The burning arm traced an arc through the air and slammed onto the corridor outside the private room, turning into a heap of charred remains.
"Hiss—"
Gasps rose one after another from the auction floor below.
Ruthless!
Utterly ruthless!
No one had imagined that the Crimson Flame Young Lord would honor the wager in such a brutal fashion.
Someone so merciless even toward himself would surely become a great menace someday.
Yet it was not over.
Under everyone's stunned gazes, the Crimson Flame Young Lord slowly bent his knees, lowering his burly frame.
Thud!
He actually knelt, right there before all of Ten