God of Pets

Chapter 458 I Heed Advice

Because Bu Changning set a good precedent, many people followed suit and started gambling, but they lost more than they won, and most of them ended up as prisoners of the Eighth Prince.

Chen Guan waited until the very end, until no one else stepped forward to gamble, before he finally did.

"Guest, tell us what prize you'd like to win," the host said to Chen Guan.

"Can I choose my own way of betting?" Chen Guan asked.

"Sorry, we only support these eight types of betting," the host said.

"It used to be customizable, right?" Chen Guan continued.

"It seems this is an old friend. Indeed, we have supported custom betting rules in the past, but the rules are different for each game. This time, we do not support customization, but we can guarantee that all betting rules are fair and just." The host said with a smile, "So, tell us your bet."

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Guan said, "I want someone."

"I wonder what kind of person you're looking for?" The host didn't seem surprised.

People often try to rescue those who have lost gambling and are trapped here, offering to take them away.

“Fujimi Rei,” Chen Guan said, uttering the name.

The host looked at the statue, which suddenly trembled and stood up from its throne, walking step by step toward Chen Guan in the casino.

Standing before Chen Guan, the statue looked down at him, its eyes radiating golden light. The statue coldly spoke, "So you are that Zi Donglai?"

"It's me." Chen Guan didn't believe he could hide his identity and take Teng Mingli away, so he admitted it readily.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you take my things?" the statue's voice was filled with anger.

"I'll take a gamble with you. If I lose, both the inner core and I are yours," Chen Guan said calmly.

"Alright, if you win, you can take Fujimi with you, and the inner core is yours too." The statue said coldly, "Choose the item you want to gamble on?"

“These gambling methods are boring, can we change to something else?” Chen Guan said calmly.

"If you choose to gamble, then you lose." The Eighth King was not so easily fooled. Since Chen Guan wanted to change the way of gambling, he naturally couldn't let him have his way.

“I just think this kind of bet is too easy. I need you to go all out and gamble with me, instead of using this half-baked ability,” Chen Guan said.

"Who are you?" Golden light burst forth from the statue, and two beams of golden light, like searchlights, shone on Chen Guan.

Chen Guan's words were quite clear: he was telling the Eighth King that he knew the gambling was due to the Eighth King's good karma and that he felt it was insufficient.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you give it your all and gamble with me. Otherwise, even if you win, you won't find it fun," Chen Guan said, feigning arrogance.

"Hmph, you think you can provoke me with your wild words? I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, your provocation won't work on me." The Eighth Prince wasn't fooled at all.

"Let's settle this with a battle," Chen Guan said calmly.

This sentence silenced the Eighth King. Manipulating the gambling game was only part of the Eighth King's ability. Defeating the Eighth King was naturally much more difficult than winning the gambling game. This obviously could not be explained by provocation.

"It's been many years since anyone dared to say such things to me, kid. You've got guts." Wang Da Ba's voice turned sinister and ruthless.

"To gamble or not to gamble?" Chen Guan remained unmoved and calmly replied. "Then so be it, clear the place out." The voice of the Eighth King echoed throughout the casino.

The crew sprang into action, leading everyone out, and soon only Chen Guan remained in the vast casino.

The statue retreated step by step, returning to its throne and sitting down. Then, beneath the enormous throne, a door opened, and a shell-less tortoise dressed in a formal suit, bow tie, hat, and gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a gentleman, emerged from it.

"You will regret your arrogance for the rest of your life," the Eighth King said calmly as he walked into the arena and looked at Chen Guan.

"You might be the one who regrets it too?" Chen Guan said with a smile.

The Eighth Prince dismissed this with disdain, not even bothering to offer a defense.

He is a secret spirit of the Heavenly Pillar Treasure Extreme Mysterious Heaven, how could he be compared to humans in such blessed lands and secret realms?

Although most of its power is used to suppress the Netherworld Spring, and it is itself rejected and suppressed by the power of the secret realm, it is still much stronger than the Blessed Land Spirit.

"No need for further words, make your move." The Eighth King stood with his hands behind his back, displaying the demeanor of a master.

"No rush, let's decide first whether it's a verbal or physical confrontation," Chen Guan said slowly.

"How can we have a literary contest?" The Eighth Prince wasn't in a hurry; he wanted to see what kind of tricks Zi Donglai was up to.

“The literary contest is about setting rules. We’ll fight according to the rules. Whoever breaks the rules loses,” Chen Guan said.

"So, you mean that martial arts fighting is just a chaotic brawl with no rules, where anything goes?" The Eighth King, drawing inferences from one instance to another, understood Chen Guan's meaning.

“That’s right. If you choose a physical fight, I don’t know what methods I would use, so I advise you to choose a literary fight instead,” Chen Guan said.

"Whether it's a contest of words or a contest of fists, it doesn't matter. In front of me, you'll lose no matter how you fight. However, I'll take your advice and choose a contest of words," the Eighth Prince said coldly, looking at Chen Guan.

He thought to himself, "You want to provoke me? I'll just do the opposite. No matter how you scheme, as long as there are rules, I can use the 'good karma' method to win against you."

“Since we’ve chosen a literary contest, we need to set some rules. What do you think of these rules?” Chen Guan said, drawing two circles on the ground, each one meter in diameter, with the edges of the two circles about one meter apart.

“We each stand inside a circle and take turns attacking each other, one defending and the other attacking. Whoever’s foot leaves the circle first loses. What do you think?” Chen Guan said, standing inside a circle.

The Eighth King sneered: "So you really know my origins? Did you think that without my shell I would lose my invincible defensive ability? You underestimate me too much. Today I will show you that even without my shell, I am still no match for you."

With that, the Eighth King stepped into the circle, looked at Chen Guan in the opposite circle, and said coldly, "Come on, I'll let you attack first, as you wish?"

Chen Guan gave the Eighth King a thumbs up: "As expected of the Eighth King, you've got guts."

"Then I won't hold back." Chen Guan gathered purple energy from the east and punched the Eighth King.

With the double power of the First Secret Technique, the Purple Qi Coming from the East is incredibly destructive. Even a top-tier level 30 tanky Mystic Spirit would likely find it difficult to withstand this punch without retreating.

However, when the purple-hued fist struck the Eighth King, it was like a spring breeze caressing his face, failing to create any ripples. The purple aura dissipated directly in front of the Eighth King, without even touching his body.

"The Eighth King truly lives up to his reputation as a mysterious spirit descended from the mortal realm. Although most of his power is imprisoned above the Netherworld Spring to suppress the Netherworld City, his strength is still extraordinary. To defeat him, I'm afraid I'll have to put in some effort." Chen Guan thought to himself, what if he couldn't win? How would he escape with Teng Mingli?

He admitted defeat, but that didn't stop him from continuing to achieve his goals; he was never a gentleman who followed the rules.

(End of this chapter)