Demigod Mage in America

Yuki's face was ashen as she stared at Rein; even her beautiful face now looked ugly.

She was wrong. Ryan was not weak at all; on the contrary, his friend did not seem weak at all.

Influenced by the early hegemon England, the mystical world, apart from the University of the East which operates in seclusion, still uses their system for classifying people to this day.

The mystical world can be broadly divided into: soldiers, knights, and barons. As for other forces, based on Yuki's understanding, apart from those old monsters, it's impossible for anyone else to reach them.

She herself was a baron, and with her strength, she wouldn't be able to do whatever she wanted in America, but at least she wouldn't be in any danger.

At first, she only regarded Raine as a soldier or even someone who was not ranked. Such people are basically awakened abilities, but they cannot control them and can only activate their abilities when they encounter danger or are emotionally agitated.

Becoming a knight means mastering your own abilities.

Judging from the performance of this player number 1, the opponent is definitely a knight-level player.

They have complete control over their abilities, which, from an external perspective, resembles either strength enhancement or muscle manipulation.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, Renn asked again, "Miss Yukihime, are you still willing to gamble?"

He turned around, a smile on his lips, because Yukihime's gaze still lingered on the Enma Blade.

Thinking of this, Renn walked over and gently placed his hand on the scabbard: "This sword was not easy to forge."

Draw the sword, unsheathe it.

This action naturally attracted Yukihime's attention, and even Asou Ren unconsciously turned her gaze over.

After all, if this beautiful knife is truly handmade and crafted by a master craftsman, it would be worthy of being displayed in the ancestral hall of their family.

A cold glint flashed from the blade. Just by being illuminated by that light, Xueji felt as if the back of her neck had been sliced ​​open. She unconsciously reached up and touched it, as if to make sure that her head was still there.

After withdrawing her hand, she looked up at the Yamato in Raine's hand and noticed something.

That is, what I just saw... wasn't an illusion!

Something was indeed cut open, but it was the porcelain cup she had placed on the table.

The cup was cut in half, the cut was neat and smooth, until Renn gently blew on it, and the cut porcelain cup cracked in two, causing the tea inside to spill out.

"I'll bet you!" Yuki said, twisting her fingers.

This knife...this knife...she simply couldn't refuse it!

"However, the rules will be changed."

"Can."

Thinking of this, she looked at Asou Ren and said softly, "Ren-chan..."

"Sigh, I know." Asou Ren sighed helplessly and took out her phone to make a call.

Not long after, the host outside the octagon picked up the microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to bother you, but there's been an emergency. Due to a gas leak, we need to evacuate. Please leave the club in an orderly manner."

The audience, who were initially in high spirits, instantly erupted in dissatisfaction upon hearing this.

"What the hell? You guys aren't usually like this."

"Exactly, how can you turn away customers? We're members here."

"I'll pay 20 to let me watch tonight's game."

"I'll offer 30!"

The crowd was immediately agitated, eager to see the hard-won performance tonight.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be bought with money.

"Ahem! Everyone, this is Asou Ren, the person in charge here. Please be quiet." A woman's voice suddenly came over the loudspeaker, instantly silencing everyone in the club.

"I understand everyone's enjoyment tonight, but I'm sorry, it's time to end here."

"If you choose to leave now, then I announce that everyone will receive two free tickets, and the next two performances will be free of charge."

"If you choose to stay, then I'm sorry, you will no longer be guests of the club, and I will no longer serve you."

The entire venue fell silent for a moment.

Then, someone started it, apparently from the Ministry of Urban Construction, and the others gradually got up and left.

In just a few minutes, the entire crowd vanished from the vast venue.

Only number 1 in the octagon and the black rhinoceros whose horn had been shattered by his hammer blow remained.

"Alright." Having completed this step, Asou Ren turned to look at Yukihime, her eyes filled with doting affection, as well as deep-seated envy and jealousy.

Renn saw all of this, but he didn't say anything.

"Alright, let's conclude tonight's proceedings with this battle. What does Mr. Constantine think?"

Ryan shrugged. "I have no objection."

After Yuki finished speaking, she glanced at Asou Ren, and the two exchanged a look before nodding.

So she made a phone call and asked the other party to come to the octagon.

After hanging up the phone, all that was left was to wait.

Soon, a well-dressed man appeared in front of Renn.

He had a middle parting and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a white-collar worker from some company.

"Young Miss! Miss Aso!" He bowed respectfully to the two women before turning to look at Rein, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

It was as if Renn had done something that would incur divine wrath and public outrage.

Renn simply laughed it off. If he wasn't mistaken, he should be next on stage, right?

"No holding back, finish this quickly." Upon hearing the order, Number 1 in the octagon's pupils, which had been dull, flickered slightly.

"If I win, you'll do something for me. If I lose, I'll do something for you, is that right, Mr. Constantine?"

"Of course, and there's a condition: it's within my capabilities. If you're not satisfied, you can always add more bets." Ryan shrugged. "I'm fine with anything."

Xue Ji nodded and pointed to the silver demon sword in her hand: "If I win, you do me a favor, and I'll give you another two hundred million, but you have to give me that sword."

Upon hearing this, Ryan was taken aback at first, then laughed. This young lady didn't seem to know much about business.

"Can."

The bespectacled man took off his glasses and removed his suit jacket, revealing his well-defined muscles.

He took a katana from one of the members next to him, and walked towards the octagon shirtless, not forgetting to glare hatefully at Rein before leaving.

"Shouldn't we provide him with armor?" Renn couldn't help but ask curiously.

Upon hearing this, Yuki merely glanced at him coldly, then squeezed her ample breasts with both hands to make them appear even fuller: "No, that's not necessary, Mr. Constantine, you should worry about your friend first."

Ryan raised his cup and drank the remaining coffee in one gulp.

It tastes awful.

It's less like coffee and more like milk with coffee added; it's even sweeter than Luckin Coffee.

"Thank you for your concern." After saying that, he mentally gave a command to Number 1.

Since he's so confident, he might as well reveal some of his strength.

Anyway, it was number 1 who was exposed, not him, Ryan, who is innocent.

We're just friends, not close.