novelraw Chapter 97: 6000 million yen in hand, time to lay the cards on the table.
Chapter 97: 6000 million yen in hand, time to lay the cards on the table.
"You idiot! What on earth is going on?"
"Why is that guy so lucky?!"
"He's won five games in a row, and each time it was his opponent who made a mistake. Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?"
"Did he lift Amaterasu's skirt? Why does the glory of the goddess always surround him?!"
"A hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"
"I don't believe he can keep winning. In the last round, his breathing was already erratic, and his footwork was much slower. If his opponent hadn't slipped and hit the back of his head, suffering a concussion, he would definitely have lost!"
"That's right, I don't believe he can keep up his luck this round either. Bet on his opponent to win! All in! All in big!"
Over the next five days, after five consecutive matches, the gamblers at the scene were so irritable they were practically deformed.
Starting from the second match, He Xi entered a strange state.
In every match, they were on the defensive the entire time, completely dominated.
In the later matches, he was clearly exhausted, his breathing became rapid, his movements became distorted, and he could stumble and fall to the ground at any moment, never to get up again.
Then, Amaterasu began to exert her power.
The opponent either had a weak leg and tore his balls, or broke his leg on flat ground, or suddenly had a relapse of an old injury, lying on the ground clutching his back and unable to get up, looking like he had kidney deficiency.
The gamblers could only watch helplessly as their chosen players fell one by one in front of He Xi.
Full of hope, it all turned into disappointment, and then into despair.
The notes that should have been priceless instantly turned into a pile of excrement that even a dog wouldn't eat.
That feeling was absolutely awful.
But once you become a gambler, none of you are willing to admit defeat, and the more you lose, the more addicted you become.
They were obsessed with the idea that He Xi should lose!
After the fifth match, He Xi was helped off the stage by Lin Di'an and the others, who were holding his arms. He looked like he was having trouble walking.
His next opponent is a 6th dan black belt in Wado-ryu, one of the four major schools of karate, known for his "Shura Rift Kick" (one, two, three steps of Star Music).
(One, two, three are indeed surnames, not made up)
They had played five games before, but each one was a complete rout, and they got to where they are now without lifting a finger.
Even a fool would know who to choose.
There were no fools at the scene; the gamblers almost simultaneously went all in on the "One, Two, Three Steps of Star Joy" game.
Some even borrowed money from loan sharks on the spot.
Once this game is over, they can completely turn the tide and make up for all their previous losses.
This includes the bald guy who bullied Ayumi Hamasaki that night.
He also lost everything and borrowed a high-interest loan that he might never be able to repay in his lifetime.
If He Xi wins again, he will not only have to sell his wife, but also his entire body to the loan sharks.
"Defeat him! No! Kill him! Kill that lucky bastard and send him to meet Amaterasu!"
The bald man muttered to himself, almost as if he were possessed.
Soon, the two stepped onto the ring.
Seeing how difficult it was for He Xi to even nod during the bowing ceremony, the audience felt that this round was in the bag.
However, his opponent, Yi Er San Bu Xing Le, had a solemn expression.
In combat sports, no one can win five matches in a row simply by luck.
From the perspective of a professional athlete like him, He Xi's performance has indeed reached its limit.
Both her breathing and her footsteps were chaotic, unlike what one would expect from an actor.
However, years of competition experience and intuition gave Yi Er San Bu Xing Le a sense of danger.
At this point, he was more inclined to trust his intuition.
After the competition started, he was very cautious, taking steps forward almost centimeter by centimeter.
His eyes were fixed on He Xi, and he would instantly dodge backward at the slightest sound.
This overly cautious approach instantly drew criticism from the audience.
The gamblers cheered him on, urging him to be decisive and knock out He Xi.
However, Xing Le remained unmoved by Yi Er San Bu and continued to proceed cautiously step by step.
Seeing this, He Xi knew that there was no way to continue the performance.
The guy in front of me is much stronger and has a better vision than the one before. Moreover, he is too cautious and doesn't attack blindly, so it's hard for him to "win by luck".
"It's only been five games, can't you let me win a few more?"
He Xi muttered a helpless complaint in her heart, but slowly straightened up.
It's quite an achievement to maintain high odds for five consecutive matches.
Just now in the lounge, Ayumi Hamasaki did some calculations with an excited expression.
After going all in for five consecutive games, he could make a whopping 6000 million yen.
That's equivalent to more than 400 million Hong Kong dollars.
It's higher than the $50 prize money for the champion.
In betting, the odds are often much larger than the actual prize money.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many gambling scandals and match-fixing incidents, with players, coaches, and other professionals being banned or even arrested.
It's all about profit!
Tonight's odds are absolutely terrifyingly high.
He Xi's 6000 million yen is certainly not a lot, but it's about time to stop while you're ahead.
If he kept earning money, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to leave this venue.
Anyone who can organize this kind of competition must be incredibly powerful and have connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. Keeping these foreigners here wouldn't be difficult for them.
Even an American passport cannot guarantee his absolute safety.
So, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table!
I, this "dragon crossing the river," am truly invincible!
He Xi straightened up, her breathing gradually calmed down, and her eyes became sharp.
Staring at Yi Er San Bu Xing Le was like two knives, scraping him so hard that his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
"As expected, he's a master!"
Yi Er San Bu Xing Le's expression became even more solemn, and his feet were rooted to the spot, not daring to move an inch.
He Xi, however, reached out her hand and beckoned to him with her finger.
He didn't say a word, but the provocation was quite obvious.
"Get him! Beat that arrogant bastard to death!"
"Tear him apart! Asura Sky-Splitting Kick!"
"Go on! You'll get your pants all wet!"
The gamblers shouted themselves hoarse, but Xing Le remained motionless, beads of sweat even beginning to drip from his forehead.
Seeing this, He Xi simply walked forward on her own.
tread!tread!tread!
He Xi's footsteps were not heavy, but each step felt like it was stepping on Xing Le's heart.
His expression grew increasingly serious, and more and more beads of sweat appeared on his face.
Finally, when the two were less than a meter apart, and a single punch could land on the other's cheek.
One, two, three steps. Xing Le could no longer hold back. With a loud shout, he threw a punch at He Xi.
He Xi slightly turned her body, easily dodging his fist, then stretched out her long arm and slapped his cheek with lightning speed.
boom!
With a crisp slap, Yi Er San Bu Xing Le's eyes rolled back, and like a dead pig, he fell heavily to the ground and fell asleep.
This familiar scene once again silenced the entire venue.