As soon as Wang Yan's bet was announced, the entire Mount Fuji erupted in uproar.
If the bet were just about winning or losing, it would be fine. Perhaps Wang Yan could beat Jing Bian with so cunning, but betting on a one-shot victory—it's simply impossible.
Not to ntion that one is a Demon Warrior and the other a Demon Master, even if their skills were equal, achieving a one-shot victory is completely impossible.
So, everyone started shaking their heads.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"You're bluffing, I don't believe you."
"Talking big, how could it be done in one move?"
...
Hearing the surrounding chatter, Wang Yan raised his hand to quiet everyone, saying, "I'm betting with you, not asking for your comntary. If you think I can't win in one move, then naturally you can bet against ."
Hearing this, the surroundings imdiately fell silent.
Everyone looked at each other in astonishnt.
After a while, a large man asked, "What are you wagering?"
Wang Yan smiled and said, "Whatever you wager, I'll match it."
"Fine, I'll wager a magical treasure, betting that you can't win in one move," the large man said.
"Bring the magical treasure. If I can't win in one move, I'll compensate you with another magical treasure. In fact, I have an Eight-direction Hamr and a purple cloak here."
Hearing these two magical treasures, Blackfoot couldn't help but twitch his facial muscles.
And the large man, upon hearing this, couldn't help but grin and promptly produced a magical treasure, handing it to Wang Yan.
With the large man leading, the rest imdiately began placing their bets.
"I'll wager a pill."
"I'll wager a piece of Demon Soul."
...
Seeing Wang Yan set up the bet again, Jing Bian was so angry that the corners of his mouth twisted to his ears.
This was clearly a naked provocation against him.
Blackfoot was even more furious, turning to Jing Bian and saying, "Tomorrow on the platform, I'll have you kill him in one move."
Jing Bian hurriedly nodded, "Rest assured, ancestor, just a re Demon Warrior—I'll smash him into a pulp in one move."
...
The next day.
Below Ice Peak, an arena made of ice and snow had been constructed.
This arena was as large as half a football field, and around it, nearly thirty thousand Demon Cultivators gathered, their eyes filled with anticipation.
The competition order started from the top of Ice Peak and went downwards, the first match being Blackfoot against a Demon Emperor.
For Blackfoot, defeating a re Demon Emperor was too simple. After just a few moves, the Demon Emperor was defeated.
In the subsequent matches, the four Demon Emperor Great Perfections all won.
The remaining matches among the Demon Emperors and Demon Kings also had their share of exciting battles.
However, the crowd's enthusiasm seed lacking—they frequently glanced at Wang Yan beside the arena.
Wang Yan was seen sitting calmly below the arena, appearing unconcerned about the upcoming match.
It was a match against a Demon Master, and if he couldn't win in one move, he would lose countless magical treasures, Demon Souls, and pills.
Yet, Wang Yan seed completely unbothered, as if he had already won everything wagered the previous day.
"Can the Gambling King really win?"
"He's known for always winning his bets, but this isn't an ordinary gamble."
"Indeed, this is a test of strength—there's no way he can beat Demon Master Jing Bian in one move."
...
There was a lot of chatter around the ring, but no one was really watching the matches.
The combatants were also affected, and the matches seed dull.
Finally, the thirty-nine matches ended.
Each ti a match ended, a piece of the Black Dragon Order on Ice Peak would be reduced.
So, after the thirty-nine matches, more than half of the Black Dragon Orders on Ice Peak had disappeared, leaving only one paired set remaining.
The only pair left was Wang Yan and Jing Bian's.
At this mont, cheers erupted around the arena for the first ti since the matches began.
"Hurry up and start!"
"Get on the stage quickly!"
"Jing Bian will surely win."
"Jing Bian, hold on for one move."
...
Cheers erupted all around, with everyone rooting for Jing Bian.
Amidst the crowd's cheering, Jing Bian slowly stood up, waving triumphantly to the crowd, and then leapt into the air, slowly landing on the arena.
Jing Bian's graceful moves and deanor showed he had the bearing of a great Demon Master.
Even though there were Demon Emperors and Demon Kings present, they nodded upon seeing Jing Bian's movents.
Just from Jing Bian's way of ascending the platform, they could tell he was among the top Demon Masters.
Everyone felt reassured.
With Jing Bian's skills, even against a Demon Master, he couldn't be defeated in one move, much less by re Demon Warrior Wang Yan.
After Jing Bian took the stage, listening to the cheering, he felt pleased with himself.
Though he knew most of the cheers were due to the crowd's resentnt towards Wang Yan, he still enjoyed it.
Standing at the edge of the stage, Jing Bian glanced disdainfully at Wang Yan, who was still sitting below, and said, "Kid, are you afraid to take the stage? Haha, I'm waiting for you to defeat in one move."
Wang Yan smiled faintly, then slowly stood up and walked around the arena, finding the stairs and walking up step by step.
Seeing this, the crowd let out a collective "boo."
Though the platform was high, any Demon Cultivator could easily ascend it.
But Wang Yan chose the stairs, probably making him the first in Japan to do so during a match.
Seeing this, the crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief. It seed unlikely Wang Yan could defeat Jing Bian in one move.
Watching Wang Yan ascend the stage, Jing Bian mocked, "Kid, you can't even jump onto the stage, yet you dare to compete? You're truly overestimating yourself."
Wang Yan looked at Jing Bian and calmly said, "You may understand the world, but do you rember losing hundreds of Black Dragon Orders to two days ago and several pieces of Demon Soul Amber yesterday?"
Hearing this, Jing Bian's face turned red, unable to retort.
Wang Yan continued with a faint smile, "However, your actions truly align with your surna."
"My surna? How does it align?" Jing Bian was puzzled.
"Mr. Jing, you're horizontally and vertically a fool," Wang Yan quipped.
Hearing this, Jing Bian erupted in rage, imdiately shouting curses.
At this mont, Blackfoot frowned and said, "Jing Bian, he's trying to provoke you. Don't fall for it. Give it your all and defeat him."
Hearing Blackfoot's words, Jing Bian snapped to attention, hurriedly nodding, "Understood, ancestor, I won't give him any chance."
Saying this, Jing Bian regained his composure, his Demon Master's aura soaring, and said coldly to Wang Yan, "Kid, the one to be knocked off the arena in one move should be you."
Finishing his words, Jing Bian leapt like an eagle, descending from above to attack Wang Yan.
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