["I'm a Wimp" has chosen to wager an additional sixteen victory points and has challenged "Knife Hidden in Shit" to another duel, entrusting this Heavenly Dao with the following message: "These sixteen additional victory points aren't offered out of respect for an opponent. They're the price a loving father offers his son... Cut the crap and let's get started."]
"Hehehe... It worked."
After hearing the Heavenly Dao's announcement, Little Bad King's bovine face immediately broke into a brothel madam's smile. Everything had gone as he expected. Several months of giving Wimp the cold shoulder had left him desperately hungry, so even faced with the unreasonable demand for a raised wager midway through, he hadn't hesitated to take a shot at him.
In their first two duels, whether from an outsider's perspective or Wimp's own, Little Prince Huai had won through unexpected "cheap shots." There was something less than honorable about those victories; they hadn't been won through strength alone.
So it was only natural that Wimp felt unconvinced. Even those fellows in the VIP spectator seats believed that if the two fought to the death, provided Wimp didn't deliberately kill himself or blow up his own head, his chances of winning would still be greater.
Little Bad King was a participant himself. Naturally, he knew how hard his first two victories had been, and he could see Wimp's unwillingness to accept them. That was why he had given him the cold shoulder, stoking his desire until he could lure him into maxing out the additional wager for their third duel.
His thinking was simple: *I'm broke. I have neither money nor victory points, but I want to bleed you dry... If you want me, pay more. As long as the price is right, I'll go at it with