"What's going on?"

An incredulous expression appeared on the faces of Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue. They knew perfectly well that Zhang Bin possessed a magical ability and was exceptionally skilled at mahjong. The last time in the Island Nation, he hadn't even played himself, yet he had enabled Noda Sayuri to win with consecutive Heavenly Hands. So why wasn't he winning now?

The rest of the Chinese audience was so anxious they were hopping mad. Sanchahe Village had also fallen completely silent; even Mother Zhang lacked the confidence or the mood to brag anymore. It was clear to even a fool that something was terribly wrong, and it seemed very likely that Zhang Bin was truly about to lose this time.

Suddenly, Zhang Bin requested a timeout. He looked at Edward coldly and said flatly, "Edward, how about we make a bet? Just this once, on who wins more in this round. The loser commits suicide immediately. Do you dare?"

Edward's face instantly turned ugly, and he began to tremble with anger.

Buck and Changdao Sheng were dumbfounded, scarcely believing their own ears. It was just too bizarre. Zhang Bin was certain to lose, as he was under Edward's curse. And yet, he dared to wager his life against Edward?

The commentator, who seemed to have blind faith in Edward, began shouting excitedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, did you hear that? The Chinese contestant, Zhang Bin, is so desperate that he actually wants to bet his life against Edward, with the loser committing suicide? That's simply suicidal, it's like he's tired of living…"

Edward was so angered by the commentator's words he nearly spat blood. He was an incredibly powerful King of Gamblers, and although he was absolutely confident of winning, there was always an outside chance. What if he lost? Would he commit suicide or not? To kill myself would be foolish, but to refuse would create a massive problem. My reputation would be utterly destroyed.

The commentator's words had backed him into a corner, leaving him stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Agree? That's not what I want. Disagree? Then the audience will despise me. In that moment, he truly wanted to rush over and strangle the commentator to death. Of course, the malice he felt toward Zhang Bin was also at an all-time high.

What he didn't realize was that from the moment he had threatened Zhang Bin, saying he would never return to China, Zhang Bin had already marked him as his number one enemy—an enemy he had to eliminate immediately. How could Zhang Bin possibly let his foe off easy? How could he not launch a vicious counterattack?

Seeing Edward's expression, a deep sense of satisfaction surged within Zhang Bin. With a look of utter disdain, he said, "Edward, the mighty King of Gamblers of America, the distinguished leader of the Hell Ability Organization. You don't dare to bet your life against me? Aren't you the one with the upper hand right now? Do you have no confidence at all? Is your title as King of Gamblers just a sham? Can it be that even an SS-level supernatural expert like you feels fear?"

He spoke in English, deliberately affecting a clumsy accent, which made his words slow and loud. His voice carried far and wide, transmitted through the airwaves to every corner of the world.

This allowed every viewer in front of a television to hear him, and even those whose English wasn't perfect understood the gist of it.

"Oh my God, is Zhang Bin really going to bet his life against Edward? How much must he hate him? Could it be that Edward used some kind of trick to stop him from winning? Is that why he's raising the stakes to life and death?"

"Now this is a real show! This is incredibly exciting!"

"It looks like Edward is scared. He doesn't dare to bet his life against Zhang Bin."

"Some King of Gamblers. He's just a coward who's afraid to die."

"…"

Countless people began discussing the situation excitedly.

Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue were also shocked, their faces etched with tension. The Chinese audience and the villagers of Sanchahe Village were stunned as well. One by one, they gave Zhang Bin a thumbs-up, filled with admiration for his sheer nerve.

However, Liu Ruolan, Xiao Fang, Mother Zhang, Father Zhang, Zhu Danyan, and Su Man all had faces full of worry, terrified that something might happen to Zhang Bin. It was only at this moment that they truly understood that becoming the World King of Gamblers was not so simple. It was fraught with danger, conspiracies, and tricks.

Perhaps understanding Edward's awkward predicament, a quick-witted American referee immediately spoke up. "This is the World King of Gamblers competition!" he announced loudly. "Betting with your life is not permitted. Zhang Bin, if you insist on a wager with Edward, please choose different stakes."

Only then did Edward let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhang Bin shot the referee a fierce glare before turning his gaze back to Edward. "Edward," he said scornfully, "weren't you so high and mighty just a moment ago? Weren't you acting so tough? Why are you silent now? Don't have the guts to bet your life? Fine, I'll let you off the hook. We'll bet our legs. The loser has to cut off both legs on the spot. Do you dare?"

This bet was hugely advantageous for Zhang Bin. With his miraculous medical skills, he could reattach severed legs instantly or even grow them back. If Edward were to lose his legs, however, recovery would be immensely difficult. Of course, with America's advanced technology, perhaps the equipment in that underground tech base could restore him.

But Zhang Bin's goal was more than just that; he was after Edward's life. Once Edward was legless, it would be much easier to assassinate him before he could recover. Since Edward intended to take his life, how could Zhang Bin simply sit back and wait for death?

At that moment, Edward was utterly enraged, so furious he wanted to annihilate Zhang Bin right then and there. But he couldn't do that now. It would completely destroy his reputation.

Clenching his teeth, he snarled, "Fine. I'll take that bet. Today, I'd like to see just how you plan to turn this around."

"Then keep your eyes open and watch closely." Zhang Bin sneered and ripped open the front of his shirt. Stuck to his chest was a single tree leaf, so verdant it looked dewy.

This was, of course, a Fate-Stealing Charm. Zhang Bin had drawn two of them that night. After using one, he had one left. Moreover, he had later succeeded in creating two more. Thus, he still had two remaining in his Space Ring. He knew he might need one today, so he had stuck it to his chest long before the match began. He ripped his shirt open specifically to let them see it.

At the same time, he activated the Fate-Stealing Charm. The Dragon Blood on the leaf rapidly dimmed and then vanished completely.

"A leaf! It's that leaf again…"

"What on earth is that thing? Can it really turn the tables for him?"

"Incredible. Is he really relying on a single leaf?"

"…"

The audience erupted in shocked exclamations.

"Hahaha… This is Brother Bin's ultimate weapon, the God-slaying, Immortal-annihilating Primordial Tree Leaf! It slays gods and Buddhas that stand in its way!" Chen Chaoyue cackled loudly.

"My master is a Descendant of the Witch Clan! He's too awesome!" Ma Rufei howled with laughter.

The villagers of Sanchahe Village also cheered with excitement. They could already envision the wonderful scene of Zhang Bin dominating the competition and raking in a massive win.

The expressions of Buck and Changdao Sheng changed drastically.

Only Edward remained completely calm; in fact, a look of disdain crossed his face. He believed that unless Zhang Bin could break the curse he had cast, there was no way he could change the outcome.

However, when Zhang Bin produced another item, Edward's expression finally changed.

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