The process of deification began with the discovery of hidden information in divine objects.

"So? Do you still think he's faking it?"

Huang Long asked with amusement.

The baseball player's face darkened.

"Hmph! You've got a little skill."

"Ten consecutive championships shouldn't be a big problem for him. The real challenge is what comes later. The first match was just an appetizer. The competition will only get more exciting as it progresses. Kid, I'm really looking forward to seeing if you'll end up like those ordinary people, defeated by your own greed."

Huang Long looked at Su Ziye on the stage, a playful glint in his eyes.

"That useless stray dog ​​got killed in a second? Are you kidding me!"

"Wild Dog, you must have been masturbating too much yesterday, your legs are weak now!"

"That good-for-nothing will die in a woman's belly sooner or later!"

"Trash, serves you right, you stray dog!"

To the spectators in the audience, the contestants on stage are just vicious dogs fighting each other, tools for personal gain or emotional satisfaction; no one treats them as human beings.

The only ones who can truly treat them as human beings are themselves.

Wild Dogs' defeat at the hands of Su Ziye effectively ended their previous four-game winning streak, and their 120,000 yuan fortune vanished in an instant.

However, Su Ziye did not use excessive force, and a few minutes later, the wild dog opened its eyes.

"You win."

He lay on the ground and spoke in a complicated tone.

"However, I will come back to fight again."

"The next enemy I encounter won't be as easy to talk to as I am."

Su Ziye spoke up.

"I know, but... I need money. A life without money is worse than a dog's. If I can't earn money, I'd rather die."

The stray dog ​​got up from the ground, clutched its stomach, and limped off the boxing ring.

"I hope you make it to the end and don't die."

On the stage, all sorts of trash were thrown at the stray dogs: beer cans, ashtrays, sunflower seed shells, fruit peels, all accompanied by endless cursing.

He let these things hit him without resistance, not even lifting his eyelids, leaving Su Ziye with only a hunched back, like a stray dog.

"Night fighter, you can choose to continue fighting, or you can stop here."

"If you finish here, you can take away 30,000 yuan. If you continue fighting, you can get more. Ten consecutive wins will get you 300,000 yuan, twenty consecutive wins will get you 600,000 yuan, plus a chance to choose a prize. Thirty consecutive wins will get you 900,000 yuan, and... a chance to be baptized by a divine artifact!"

"As long as you keep winning, money, power, beautiful women, resources, divine objects—whatever you want, we'll provide it! Millions, tens of millions—it's all within reach!"

The host, speaking excitedly, held the microphone, spitting as he spoke.

A cold smile flashed in Huang Long's eyes. All those in power in this world are dream weavers. They weave a beautiful fantasy for people and then reap their value through people's expectations of that beauty, without ever mentioning the price they have to pay behind the scenes.

Su Ziye nodded.

"continue."

He was pressed for time and needed to achieve a winning streak as quickly as possible!

In the second match, Su Ziye's odds came to 1 to 1!

He was given a 15-minute break between matches.

Huang Long was counting his money in the audience, smoking a cigarette. Su Ziye had made him three thousand, including the principal and interest.

"Can I bet on myself to win?"

Su Ziye walked up to him and asked.

"You're dreaming. You're trying to make money from both sides. The group doesn't allow participants to place bets."

Huang Long carefully put away the four thousand yuan.

She glanced at him dismissively.

"But you can give me the money, and I'll place the bet for you. I'll charge you a 30% commission each time. If you make a thousand, just give me three hundred."

How much money do you have?

"Fifty."

Huang Long: "..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"You teased me first."

"Alright kid, stop thinking about it. Keep this money for when you need to call an ambulance."

Baseball players are even more like the Yin-Yang Dao (a concept in Chinese mythology).

"Compared to what you earn from winning a game, this amount of money is really nothing."

The yellow dragon opened its mouth.

Su Ziye shrugged. He only had two hundred yuan on him, so there was really no point in betting it.

He took out his phone from his belongings. Zhang Fengmian had sent him several messages and made quite a few calls.

"Midnight, new content, interested? I'll send it to you, it's huge!"

"Let's watch a movie, buddy!"

"Let's fly! Let's fly!"

"Midnight, tell me, what is the meaning of life? We are all destined to die, so what is the point of living a lifetime?"

Su Ziye exited the chat window with a dark expression.

"What time will you be back tonight? I saved dinner for you."

Qin Lan also sent him a message.

Su Ziye pondered for a moment.

"I don't know yet. The college entrance exam is coming up soon. You guys eat first, don't wait for me."

There was also a message from Xu Jingwen.

"Su Ziye, would you like to go somewhere nice with me?"

He simply ignored it.

The fifteen-minute break passed quickly.

Su Ziye stepped onto the arena for the second time, and this time he was much more relaxed, finishing the battle in one move as well, achieving a second victory.

The spectators on the stage became excited one by one.

"That strong? Open it!"

"Who just called him a docile sheep? Step forward!"

"Damn it, I'm the sheep! Baa baa baa!"

The first lesson in life: Don't judge a book by its cover!

Winning two games in a row isn't unheard of, but winning so cleanly and decisively is truly rare.

"Want to continue, Night?"

"continue."

The third match was a swift victory.

The fourth match was a swift victory.

The fifth match was a swift victory.

The sixth match was another instant victory!

Instant kill! Instant kill! Instant kill!

In just two hours, Su Ziye achieved a nine-game winning streak, accumulating a prize of 270,000!

"Yakami! Yagami! Yagami!"

On the arena, thunderous shouts rang out. It's unclear from which match it started, but someone gave him a nickname: Night God!

The nine sessions sold out in seconds, and at midnight, the entire underground club was completely blown away!

Some people excitedly opened a bottle of champagne worth tens of thousands to celebrate, some held the woman in their arms tightly and kissed her lightly, groping her all over, and some frantically raised their hands and threw out stacks of banknotes!

He won so much that a wealthy man bet nine times in a row, earning hundreds of thousands of yuan from Su Ziye in one night!

Huang Long has earned tens of thousands of yuan, and the smile on his face has never stopped.

The baseball player had a cold expression and hadn't said a word for over an hour.

Winning once is luck, winning twice is still luck, but winning nine times means he won't dare utter a single word now.

"What's going on today? Why is it so lively?"

At the very top of the stands, in the VIP section, a young man in a red shirt sat down with a group of elegantly dressed men and women.

The waiter hurriedly and respectfully went to greet them. The private booths were not for ordinary people; most individual customers could only sit on the plastic chairs below.

The VIP seats with their genuine leather sofas are reserved for guests who have placed bets exceeding three million.

"Young Master Wang, we have a new player today named Ye. He has an impressive record, winning nine consecutive matches and is about to win his tenth consecutive championship."

The waiter answered respectfully.

"Oh?"

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow.

"That's interesting. Didn't they say some stray dog ​​had come?"

"Wild Dogs were already knocked out by Night in the first match."

Wang Hao became even more interested.

"What's the background of this guy named Ye?"

"As Huang Long introduced, as you know, Young Master Wang, the contestants' personal information is kept confidential."

"Summon Huanglong."

Wang Hao waved his hand and said.

"Yes."

The waiter respectfully withdrew.

Wang Hao sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and opened a bottle of champagne.

"Jingwen, what do you think? This place is pretty good, isn't it? We came at just the right time today; there's going to be a good show."

Wang Hao spoke to a girl in a white dress with a cold expression beside him.

"good."

Xu Jingwen took a sip of champagne without expression. If it weren't for the fact that she happened to run into Wang Hao at the Tiansheng Baptism today, she wouldn't have accepted his invitation out of consideration for her elders.

Wang Hao is too pretentious, which makes him seem very low-class.

Do you come here often?

"Haha, Sister Jingwen, you don't know, Brother Hao is a Gold VIP here. That's an honor only those who have spent over three million can get. You could say that here, Brother Hao is the king!"

"Like that newbie named Ye, didn't he win nine rounds? With just one word from Brother Hao, he'll definitely lose the tenth round!"

One of Wang Hao's henchmen said smugly. Wang Hao remained silent, calmly swirling his wine glass, but his expression did not hide his smugness.

People of their status usually have a mouthpiece by their side to help them show off. The intentional or unintentional flattery alone can greatly satisfy their vanity.