CHAPTER 621: 236. ECSTATIC TO THE POINT OF FAINTING

"What the fuck are you doing? Getting crushed by a Southern Continent stray dog?"

Ben bared his teeth, already trapped in the Gambling Abyss.

Someone as badass as me, only ending up as a messenger, and you’re already a Netherworld Envoy, must’ve relied on seduction and assassination!

That white hair, golden eyes, sexy tanned skin with some freckles, definitely has that allure.

The cold and beautiful features perfectly balanced the extreme wildness, unique and unyielding.

Yes.

Ben... betrayed Saleret. He knew the power of the Netherworld Envoy well, and with the fifteen Golden Dragons, fifty-six Silver Coins, and nine Copper Coins he painstakingly stole yesterday, he put it all on Kai Deng.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition was scrutinizing too closely, with many thefts reported, and the Royal City Army was becoming increasingly vigilant. Ben didn’t dare to steal again; if he got caught by a master, that would be it.

"How did you mess this up, big sis?"

Ben smoked in public without any manners, even though he was on the edge of the platform, it still annoyed many people, especially after breaking defenses and launching a series of racial insults.

However, Ben was also quite adept and could tell that the guy called Cunningham was incredibly strong. His flamboyance level suggested that if he’d gone to take the Stele instead of Ben last year, he might have actually defeated that disfigured ugly guy upstairs.

Could it really end here?

But this was also a good thing, as Liszt’s threat was essentially eliminated. Time to visit Heaven Port and see how the new district was coming along. Liszt assembled such a harem and each was a force to be reckoned with—Dreya for politics, Mo Yutong for magic.

Damn... so jealous! Ben wore a Emiya Kiritsugu face!

Of course.

Black Sail didn’t have just one plan; they dared to mess with Rashomon, and I wouldn’t dare to kill someone from the Continent Martial Arts Competition?

Fen in the Black Magic World had some "friends" among the shining stars of similar tribes.

Please choose your profession.

Madman from East Sea 3D, Madman of the Thief Guild’s mud, Madman of the sect’s force, and... the ultimate rarity, the triple Sun Xiaochuan, Black Mage.

With the fall of Mulong Floating City and the renaming of Ancient Reg Free Port, "not eating cilantro" and "Heaven Rewards Diligence" can no longer be cashed out on Zhuanzhuan, formally signaling the end of the slavery era.

But in the Black Magic World.

The cursed one’s mileage was nearly depleted, and the final hefty utility was a potential self-detonation.

Four Heavenly Kings of the underworld.

The Evgeny Consortium was purely a numbers game. In real estate and energy industries, they exerted violent control, and with money, their henchmen were top-notch. Evgeny’s challenge was no joke.

The Narrow Sea Convention Organization was purely a geographical advantage. Only after a hundred years of deep cultivation there could the Golden Family’s Giant Whale Guest dominate sea power in the old era, even mediating multi-country conflicts. Under the five permanent powers, it could have been the sixth if not for not founding a country on a large island in the Narrow Sea.

The Thief Guild made money indiscriminately, and within the Black Society, it had its own Miracle of Suffering. When the Thieves came for you, you’d realize 1,800 years ago, the plague hadn’t wiped out humanity; too bad.

The Gate of Truth was an organization comprising magicians, highly valued. Like the Tower Alliance’s Eleven People Pavilion, it also had eleven "Truth Keys"—eleven spokespeople plus one Witch King. Guess who it’s against.

When Fen fled from Pedan, he did receive an invitation, but Fen Zhi wasn’t about that life; he only wanted to build his own army without being restrained, not stuck in management where he’d be trapped for life unable to return to the Elder Council.

In short, in the magicians’ market opened by the Gate of Truth for Black Mages, everything could be recycled on Zhuanzhuan. Last year’s train robbery saw Fen planning for contingencies, like selling the two gemstones from the Emperor’s Crown here to raise funds for Black Sail’s East Sea campaign. Fortunately, it didn’t come to that.

It’s well known there are five members among the Four Heavenly Kings, but beneath the undercurrents, no one knows who’s skinny dipping and who’s piloting a submarine. There are many in the Half-step King Realm, and Black Sail is currently in the Half-step King Realm as well.

Black Sail has multiple plans for the Continent Martial Arts Competition; if Saleret can’t kill Kai Deng, then they’ll resort to devious means, like the Black Mage Fen bought on Zhuanzhuan causing trouble in the competition.

If none of this works, it just means Kai Deng’s life isn’t meant to end yet, and they’ll have to rely on Laosa’s self-destruction.

In the audience, two Black Mages were targeting Kai Deng. If Cunningham couldn’t kill Kai Deng, they would step in for the kill.

In the arena.

Kai Deng’s slaughter had already begun.

"Is it necessary to play such tricks? You’re just wasting time."

A long spear, that kind of thing.

Something like the Ice Bird—useless in the hands of the inept, but world-defying in the hands of experts.

Sweep, flick, stab, slash, break.

And Cunningham was clearly the latter.

Kai Deng flicked his toes, kicking up rocks from the gravel ground, each sharp enough to pierce flesh, but Cunningham easily deflected them.

She had completely abandoned her short sword; in the dust storm, the Rope Dart flew and weaved like a serpent, disappearing in the billowing dust, its angles sinister like a ghost.

As if trapped in a barren grave, the Rope Dart’s piercing whistle echoed with ghostly wails.

Only then did Cunningham feel some pressure, his face turning solemn, yet he still handled it effortlessly.

Emerging from the dust, he pinpointed Kai Deng’s silhouette, pulled back with a swift movement, and shot forth a rapid spear strike with the ferocity of a thundering meteor, piercing through with precision like parting clouds to reveal the sun, directly hitting the mark!

Dead?

No, it doesn’t feel real.

Like a snake shedding its skin, Cunningham had only picked a strip of cloth.

The Rope Dart flew again from behind.

Half of the clothes were gone, with just trousers and a bustier, Kai Deng’s golden eyes were fierce, and she, extremely treacherous, hurled a stone at him.

"How long do you want to play?"

Cunningham broke it with a gun.

"Of course, these tricks are useless, I know, dear brother..."

Kai Deng licked her lips and then seductively placed her finger on them.

Suddenly...

With a flick of her fingers, cold light appeared, and Flying Needles shot out.

The force was overwhelming, obviously not the same mass as the stone, classic misdirection, everything was just an illusion, the tip of the gun couldn’t pierce, it shot through Cunningham’s wrist, severing tendons and only some blood beads oozed out.

And Cunningham had no idea what hit him, which was the scariest part.

Attempting to figure out what it was, but it was too late, when the flaw appeared, the Rope Dart flew in, Cunningham holding the gun in his left hand, still evasive and unbeatable defense.

But...

His speed slowed dramatically, his mind dizzy, and his muscles felt like they were cemented, movements grew rigid, past self-rescue memories flashed across his mind from his journey across the Southern Continent.

Yet the boundary patrol officer, always proud and unyielding, never anticipated dying from potent poison.

Kai Deng had to destroy his body before the poison fully exerted its effects! Otherwise, the purple-black corpse would be unsightly.

Unexpected twist!

The Rope Dart pierced through the forehead, coming out the back of the head, then violently yanked out, red and white fluids poured out, Kai Deng continued desecrating the corpse, slicing the right arm, and then shredding the whole torso into a mess.

Just like Cunningham did to all his enemies — bone broth stewed with tomato and lean meat porridge.

"I... damn it!"

Galen stood up.

In the midst of brutal torment, he calculated the account countless times.

Five thousand three hundred Golden Dragons, odds of 4.31, deducting a ten percent fee, left with!

Twenty-two thousand three hundred thirteen.

"Satisfying..."

Gren was merely holding on; a seventeen-year-old girl could hardly handle such a struggle and actually fainted from ecstasy.

"Mom! Wake up!"

The vice commander was willing to acknowledge this minor underage child as godmother.

Twenty thousand Golden Dragons, on the whole Western Continent, that’s an extraordinarily rare wealthy man.

The entire crowd cursed!

This is unbelievable!

Since staying at Heaven Port for so long, Ben had never been this thrilled, ran all the way to claim rewards at the Continent Martial Arts Competition’s designated spot.

Ten minutes later.

"Sorry, you might have misunderstood, the wager was on the evening’s match, contestant number 335, Gorden’s match, hasn’t started yet."

The clerk said calmly.

"Are you joking internationally? Just forty plus Golden Dragons and your bank wants to welch?"

Ben was ready to kill on the spot.

The business manager saw Ben explode and glanced toward the Royal City Army, beckoning them over, several heavily armored figures approached.

Ben had no choice but to continue discussing evidence with the clerk, who automatically typed out the ticket information from his identity card, "It clearly shows here, you bet on contestant number 335, Gorden, not number 355, Kai Deng, this cannot be incorrect, we only process according to contestant numbers, it can only be a verbal slip or a mistake on your part; bets over five Golden Dragons require us to verify twice."

A bolt from the blue.

"Damn it..."

Kai Deng planned to borrow some money from Galen.