"Bet... bet on small?"
Liang Feng's laughter, like a duck with its throat strangled, came to an abrupt halt.
He widened his eyes, staring at Chen Chen in disbelief, then at the pile of chips pressed onto the word "Small."
Is this guy sick in the head?
Didn't he just say, "I'll go with you"? How did he suddenly switch to betting on small?
Is he playing me for a fool?
The surrounding spectators were equally bewildered.
They had also thought Chen Chen wanted a tie, yet at the final moment, he had backhandedly bet on small.
"What exactly is this guy trying to do?"
"Putting on a mysterious act, perhaps? I think Liang's aura scared him witless, and he just placed a random bet."
"Possible. What kind of insight could a Fifth Level of Body Tempering brat have?"
The chatter was filled with contempt for Chen Chen.
Only Steward Wang gave Chen Chen a deep look, a trace of gravity appearing in his eyes.
His instincts told him that this gray-clad young man, who had remained unnaturally calm from beginning to end, was absolutely no simple character.
"Hmph! Playing tricks!"
Liang Feng came back to his senses, a savage sneer appearing on his face.
"Kid, you're dead! Let me tell you, my, Liang Feng's, luck is about to turn around today! This round will definitely be... big!"
He practically roared the words, as though doing so could give him a few more scraps of confidence.
"Is that so?" Chen Chen finally spoke, a faint mockery in his voice. "Then let us... wait and see."
"Open it! Steward Wang, open it for me!" Liang Feng could no longer wait to see Chen Chen's face twist after losing everything.
Steward Wang nodded, his gaze sweeping over both men's faces before he slowly reached out and gripped the dice cup.
Everyone held their breath at that instant.
The entire second floor was so quiet that they could hear their own heartbeats.
Crack.
The dice cup was slowly lifted.
Three white jade dice lay quietly on the gambling table.
The numbers on them were clearly displayed before everyone's eyes.
One.
Two.
Three.
One, two, three—six points. Small!
The entire world seemed to have had its mute button pressed at that moment.
Even time seemed to have frozen.
The savagery and fervor on Liang Feng's face instantly stiffened, then were slowly replaced by endless bewilderment and numbness.
The bloodshot veins in his eyes seemed to fade away at that instant, leaving behind only a deathly gray.
"No... no... impossible..."
He muttered like a man who had lost his soul, his body involuntarily taking a step back and crashing into the guards behind him.
"How could it be small? How could... six points be small?"
He could not accept this result!
He had clearly felt that his luck this time was good to the extreme!
He had clearly felt that this round had to be big!
Why!
Why was it the smallest possible number!
"Six points, small. This guest has won."
Steward Wang's emotionless voice was like a heavy hammer smashing viciously into Liang Feng's heart, utterly shattering his final fantasy.
"Pfft—"
Liang Feng felt sweetness rise in his throat, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, splattering across the gambling table and staining that glaring word "Small" red.
"No! I don't believe it!"
He abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. Like a mad demon, he pointed at Chen Chen and roared, "You cheated! You must have cheated! Otherwise, it couldn't possibly be such a coincidence!"
As he spoke, he was about to pounce on Chen Chen!
"Young Master Liang, please conduct yourself with dignity!"
The two guards behind him hurriedly grabbed him tightly.
Meanwhile, the two Third Level of Qi Condensation guards who had originally been standing at the stairway had, at some point, moved in front of Chen Chen. Cold auras radiated from them as they stared fixedly at Liang Feng.
"At Immortal's Abode, no one can cheat." Steward Wang's voice turned cold. "I shook the dice cup myself. Everyone witnessed the entire process, and Young Master Liang's Spiritual Sense remained locked on it the whole time. If you believe that Immortal's Abode cheated, fine. Produce evidence."
Liang Feng's body trembled violently.
Evidence?
Where could he possibly find any evidence?
He was simply unwilling to accept it!
"Young Master Liang, a loss is a loss. Don't make yourself look so ugly."
"Exactly. Didn't you call yourself a gambling god just now? What, can't afford to lose?"
"Tsk tsk, when you took out the Azure Cloud Token to gamble, didn't you consider the consequences? Who are you putting on this mad act for now?"
The surrounding spectators mercilessly mocked and jeered at him.
When the wall fell, everyone gave it a push.
Just moments ago, they had still feared Liang Feng's status. But now that he had lost everything, even losing his lineage's treasured artifact, he was nothing more than a dog that had lost its home. Who would still take him seriously?
Those voices were like venomous needles piercing Liang Feng's ears, snapping his already crumbling nerves completely.
"Arghhh!"
He let out a beast-like roar and violently broke free of the guards' restraint.
However, the one he lunged toward was not Chen Chen.
It was the Azure Cloud Token lying quietly on the gambling table!
He wanted to snatch back his wager!
However, before his hand could touch the token—
A gray figure was faster than him!
Chen Chen's figure flashed like a ghost, instantly appearing before the gambling table. One hand lightly pressed down on the Azure Cloud Token.
With his other hand, he casually swept the pile of chips worth a thousand spirit stones toward himself.
"Young Master Liang, a wager is a wager. You must accept defeat."
Chen Chen picked up the cool-to-the-touch azure token, rolling it between his fingers as he said blandly.
"Give the Azure Cloud Token back to me!" Liang Feng, seemingly crazed, lunged at Chen Chen!
Chen Chen's eyes instantly turned cold.
He could not even be bothered to move.
A vast surge of Spiritual Power erupted once more!
This time, it was no longer merely intimidation, but carried a thread of icy killing intent!
"Get lost!"
Boom!
Liang Feng felt as though his head had been smashed viciously by a siege hammer, and his entire soul trembled!
He let out a shrill scream, his eyes rolling back. As if every bone in his body had been pulled out, he crumpled limply to the floor and fainted on the spot.
Silence.
The entire second floor once again sank into dead silence.
Everyone looked at Chen Chen in horror.
If his earlier use of Spiritual Power to force back two Third Level of Qi Condensation guards had already shocked them enough—
Then now, merely using Spiritual Pressure to directly knock out a cultivator in the Qi Condensation Realm...
What terrifying Spiritual Cultivation was this!
What kind of monster was this brat?!
The two Liang Family guards were also pale-faced, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Chen Chen.
They scrambled and crawled over to Liang Feng, checking his breathing. Only after discovering that he had merely fainted did they let out a sigh of relief.
They raised their heads and looked at Chen Chen, their lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
They wanted to make threats, but did not dare.
They wanted to beg for mercy, but could not bring themselves to lower their heads.
In the end, one of them could only hoist up the unconscious Liang Feng, and they fled downstairs in a sorry, gray-faced state.
Chen Chen withdrew his Spiritual Pressure, tucked the Azure Cloud Token into his robes, and exchanged the thousand spirit stones' worth of chips for spirit stones.
After finishing all this, he swept his gaze over the spectators around him, who were as silent as cicadas in winter. Without saying another word, he turned and prepared to leave this place of trouble.
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