Sara suddenly pushed the door open and walked in, her sleepy eyes half-closed in a daze as she stared at Zhang Xiaobo, "It's really late. You've been playing all day and night; maybe it's time you took a break. We're leaving next week, you know."

Of course, Zhang Xiaobo knew what Sara was referring to—setting off to find Blade Warrior and heading to Jade Clear Sect together. But what could a mere woman possibly understand about the romance of men? Grind on! By now, Zhang Xiaobo was already in a semi-manic state. As an ultimate grinder, he had to keep matching up and improving himself without pause.

Thankfully, Zhang Xiaobo was still somewhat of a good-natured guy who feared beautiful women, especially when said beauty was about to officially become his wife. So, he stood up, said a few comforting words to Sara, and then returned to his relentless grinding spree.

He'd already lost countless matches; the ID named "Expert Expert Expert Expert" had beaten him to the ground more times than he could count.

As time went by, Zhang Xiaobo noticed himself gradually gaining the upper hand. Although he was still losing, the repeated failures had given him experience, and he felt that this time, victory was surely within reach—he had been *this* close just now.

Indeed, Zhang Xiaobo wanted to regain control of the battlefield. It had to be said, this opponent was incredibly strong, and their late-night consecutive match-ups had already attracted tens of thousands of viewers.

"Expert Expert Expert Expert" also realized that if this continued, defeat might be imminent. So, he decided to stop playing against Zhang Xiaobo altogether. This infuriated Zhang Xiaobo to the point where he nearly smashed his gaming device. "F*** you! You've crushed me so many times, and now you're scared of losing just once, so you quit? At least let me vent my frustrations a little!"

But "Expert Expert Expert Expert's" response was icy and detached, fully showcasing the demeanor of a master, claiming it was simply too late to continue—definitely not out of fear of Zhang Xiaobo. This made Zhang Xiaobo, sitting in front of the screen, utterly livid.

Watching the barrage of scrolling comments below the screen flash endlessly, "Expert Expert Expert Expert" was well aware of what everyone was saying. Naturally, they wanted to see a fight. However, not feeling confident about the next round himself, he outright refused, saying he didn't want to fight anymore.

Suddenly, a bullet comment brightened the screen—it was Zhang Xiaobo's response.

"Coward, loser, piece of sh**, born without an a**hole! Let's bet on it—if I lose, I'll eat sh**. Dare to take me on?"

Woah!

The moment his comment popped up, the entire martial arts arena erupted in chaos. In less than a minute, the spectator count had doubled and then some...

Ah… this...

Even "Expert Expert Expert Expert" paused in shock… F***, was there really a need to go *this* hard? But then again, with words like that thrown out there, how could he just leave now? If he backed out today, wouldn't he lose all face? How could he ever show himself in public again?

Thinking about this, "Expert Expert Expert Expert" gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and agreed to the wager. Who knows who would win or lose? After all, Zhang Xiaobo had already lost to him three consecutive times. Based on his calculations, "Expert Expert Expert Expert" believed his odds of winning were still substantially high—about 5.5 multiplier probability.

Still, he decided there would be no betting in the next round. If they bet on the next fight, his chances would drop to only thirty or forty percent. So, "Expert Expert Expert Expert" agreed to Zhang Xiaobo's condition of betting on eating sh**, but made it clear this would absolutely be their final match.

Zhang Xiaobo had been waiting eagerly for those exact words. Without hesitation, he agreed—bring it on! If push came to shove, he could always use the Blank Paper Realm anyway. As long as he didn't get thrown out of the ring, there was no way his opponent could touch him. One thing was for sure: he would never eat sh**.

Woah, chaos instantly erupted in the arena. People were shouting everything—some said the two players were total clowns, while others called them lunatics. In the blink of an eye, the chaotic banter gave way to an eerie silence; the atmosphere grew so still you could hear a pin drop.

At this moment, the two competitors had entered the combat platform and were preparing for the fight, ready to launch their attacks at any moment.

Zhang Xiaobo was confident that, with the Blank Paper Realm, he had already secured an unbeatable position. There was simply no reason for him to lose.

But… humans. Humans are such peculiar creatures. The more certain you feel about something, the greater the chance that unexpected mishaps might fall from the sky. And the unlucky Zhang Xiaobo was no exception.

Determined to seize the first move, he took a sliding step forward, his movements flowing like poetry—natural, graceful, and effortless. But being a loser means you're always unlucky. Who could've guessed that, on this step, Zhang Xiaobo's foot would land squarely on a small rock?

"Holy sh**!"

Reacting purely on instinct, Zhang Xiaobo shouted out profanities as he lost his balance and came crashing down. He didn't even have time to channel his energy or activate the Blank Paper Realm before "Expert Expert Expert Expert" followed up with a swift strike, sending him flying out of the arena in one clean hit.

Even "Expert Expert Expert Expert" was stunned, unable to believe how suddenly victory had arrived. And sure, winning a normal fight wouldn't bring this level of excitement. But this battle was different; it wasn't just about ordinary victory or defeat—the loser had to eat sh**. And in the end, he won, meaning he wouldn't have to eat sh**.

"No, it doesn't count! That was an accident! Let's redo it!"

Zhang Xiaobo quickly protested, claiming it didn't count, and begged for another round. But "Expert Expert Expert Expert" wouldn't give him the opportunity, responding with righteous conviction, "A man stands by his words. What's been said is like spilled water—it can't be taken back or treated as a fart. Eat sh**!"

At the same time, the crowd both inside and outside the arena joined in, yelling through bullet comments for Zhang Xiaobo to eat sh**. No matter how you sliced it, he had indeed lost. Even if this loss could be considered accidental, losing still meant losing. Especially in such an important matchup.

For a moment, Zhang Xiaobo was dumbfounded… He couldn't deny it; he *had* lost. What was he supposed to do? Eat sh**?

"Fatty, eat sh**! Fatty, eat sh**!"

"Hurry up and eat it! What's the big deal about eating sh**? It's better than being someone's mom!"

"If you're a real man, eat the sh**!"

Watching the flood of bullet comments, Zhang Xiaobo finally realized the sheer depth of his misery. He had lost because of a tiny rock, and now he *had* to eat sh**!? No way. Even if he had to eat it, he wouldn't let his opponent walk away unscathed. At this moment, Zhang Xiaobo's eyes burned with rage, his gaze sharp, as he stepped forward and pointed a finger at "Expert Expert Expert Expert," snarling, "If you dare to crap, I'll dare to eat!"

"Huh? What's there to be afraid of?"

"No, do it right here. Crap publicly. You have to do it in front of everyone, and then I'll eat publicly. If we're going down, let's go all the way together."

For a brief moment, "Expert Expert Expert Expert" froze…

"Fatty, don't be like that. This isn't how things are done. Eating sh** was your prior agreement."

"Yeah, I agreed to it." Zhang Xiaobo admitted without hesitation, but added, "You also have to crap. Where else am I supposed to find sh** to eat if you don't crap?"

"If I don't crap, you can eat some dog sh**, can't you?"

At this point, one person was insisting someone eat sh**, while the other demanded someone crap—the tension was about to boil over into a brawl. Meanwhile, the audience outside kept piling on their commentary, eventually shifting the focus to "Expert Expert Expert Expert," hoping he'd fulfill Zhang Xiaobo's request. Truthfully, this was exactly what the crowd wanted to see.

"Expert Expert Expert Expert," however, was the victor, and began to realize he'd been maneuvered into a trap by Zhang Xiaobo. Publicly crapping would be every bit as humiliating as eating sh**, if not worse.

Sure, eating sh** was bad enough, but doing the deed in front of tens of thousands of people? That video would be viral by morning—not just with a million hits, but probably ten million, or even a hundred million!

"Expert Expert Expert Expert" said, "If I crap, you'll eat?"

"I'll eat. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Fine, you eat then."

"Then you crap first."

"I'm afraid you won't eat if I crap."

"And how can you know I won't eat if you don't crap?"

"I can't know if you'll eat, so how can I dare to crap?"

"I'll definitely eat. So, go ahead and crap. If you crap, I'll eat, and if I'm lying, I'm scum."

Unable to outwit Zhang Xiaobo, and with the audience frenzy escalating, "Expert Expert Expert Expert" suddenly became enraged and blurted out to the viewers, "Why don't *you* guys crap instead? Anybody's welcome!"

At this moment, someone responded: Why would anyone crap in front of so many people? Isn't that humiliating?

Another random commenter suggested, "How about everyone craps a little? That way, no one will feel embarrassed."

Ruthless! Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaobo's sphincter instinctively clenched, his own sh** nearly shot out from the shock. Taking 999 points of psychological damage, he staggered backward!

The spectator count quickly rose from ten thousand toward twenty thousand. Forget being able to scrape it all up—even if everyone crapped a little and placed it neatly on the ground, Zhang Xiaobo wouldn't finish eating it in this *lifetime*.

But! If they were going to play dirty, then they'd better play dirty till the end. As crazy as it sounded, anyone and everyone present could count on this one thing: Zhang Xiaobo would never back down in his life!

"Come on, crap! Bring it on! Your fat lord isn't afraid!"

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