Demigod Mage in America

Number 1 has no emotions and will not be swayed by the emotions of any audience member.

It simply stood in the middle of the field, silently waiting for its next opponent.

Its owner asked it to do this, so it did.

There is no other reason, nor is any reason required.

"Oh dear, he's so foolish to have signed a death contract. I'm doomed now," Ryan said, gesturing for David to choose the option with the highest odds.

Then, he turned to the woman beside him and said, "Miss Yukihime, how about we make a bet?"

Upon hearing this, Yukihime's pupils contracted, and her hand holding the phone tightened slightly.

She hadn't forgotten Ryan's cheating skills at Resorts World. In fact, of all the gamblers she'd ever met, Ryan was the only man she couldn't see through.

It was precisely because of Raine's mystery that she had the idea of ​​exploring its secrets.

Therefore, upon hearing Renn's sudden request, Xueji's expression changed at first, but she calmly asked, "What do you want to bet on?"

The referees, field staff, bookmakers, spectators, and even the boss behind them are all her people. How can Ryan compete with her?

The death contract signed by No. 1 was naturally arranged by Yuki.

Such contracts are generally not signed because, although the rewards are generous, they mean that one must fight forever.

However, she could only change the contract; she couldn't force the other party to sign it.

In other words, this is a contract that Number 1 signed voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with her.

"I'm betting on whether my friend can pull it out."

"Hmm, that's interesting. What's the stake?"

"How about we do something for each other that we can manage?"

Upon hearing this, Xueji's heart skipped a beat. She opened her phone and found that the chain had been designed and was ready to be put into production.

"Sure, but how can I make sure you won't change your mind?"

Ryan stroked his chin and thought about it, and felt that what he said did make some sense. How could she make sure that she wouldn't go back on her word?

"How about this, I'll leave this with you as collateral. If I lose and renege on the deal, it's yours," Ryan said, pulling something out of his sleeve.

Upon seeing this, Xue Ji's expression immediately changed.

It was a katana, with a black scabbard decorated with cloud patterns.

The hilt is white, and a lifelike golden dragon runs across the hilt.

With just one glance, her gaze was fixed on the knife.

"So beautiful..." Yuki murmured to herself, before realizing something.

So, Renn actually took the item out of the void, which means his ability is spatial.

Yukihime can do something similar, but her skill is simply to mark a location in advance, place the item there, and then cut off the distance between herself and the item.

What used to require walking 100 meters to reach has become readily available.

Could it be that Raine has the same ability?

Thinking of this, Yuki's gaze towards Raine suddenly became intense.

She wanted this man even more now. If he had spatial abilities, perhaps by verifying each other's abilities, her own could advance even further.

However, she quickly averted her gaze, lowered her eyelids slightly, and asked, "Such a beautiful knife, aren't you planning to keep it for yourself?"

Ryan smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.

Yuki opened her mouth slightly; she had just taken a sip!

But after glancing at the knife on the table, she silently closed her mouth and placed her hands on her knees.

After a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "What's the name of this knife?"

"Yama." Rein's smile widened as he watched Yuki's eyes remain fixed on the blade.

He knew that Yukihime's sword was broken, since he was the one who did it.

He originally prepared three swords: one called "Wai-Tears," another called "Masamune," and the last one called "Enma."

In the end, Rennes abandoned the first two options and only prepared the last one.

He believed that Yukihime would find it impossible to refuse this knife.

"Yamato..." Yukihime murmured the name of the sword.

This knife gave her a very different feeling.

And her intuition told her that she had to get it; this knife was very important.

After a while, she turned to look at Raine, her eyes showing less contempt and more seriousness.

Regardless of the circumstances, the fact that Ryan could produce this knife, and the move he just made, proves one thing: he is not simple.

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

Renn nodded and turned his gaze to the octagon, where number 1's opponent had already entered the ring.

wow-

When the floor in the center of the octagon opened and a platform rose up, the entire arena erupted in cheers.

Because what arrived was a tiger, not the usual two mastiffs or an adult gray wolf.

"My God, are they trying to kill this match?"

"Isn't this leap in difficulty a bit inappropriate?"

"Look! Look at that person's odds!"

The audience turned their attention to the odds list and discovered that the odds for number 1 had changed dramatically.

The original odds for winning or losing were 1:1, but now they have become 1:10.

The highest odds were surprisingly for whether the player could escape unscathed, with odds of 1:30.

Ryan glanced at David as he entered and realized that he had bought the No Damage ticket.

"The boss has taken care of it."

"Um."

The tiger in the arena had its feet bound by iron rings and could not move.

"Dear viewers, the organizers have decided to raise the difficulty of contestant number 1's challenge to a new level, which means—welcome to the Death Round."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the screen, which had been showing close-up shots of both contestants, turned into a large spinning wheel.

Above are various ferocious beasts: tigers, lions, elephants, leopards, and brown bears, and the pointer is now slowly stopping on the tiger icon.

"It's the Wheel of Death!"

"What is that?"

"Since its establishment, the Wheel of Death has only appeared once. It is said that during the last round, the unfortunate man was gutted and killed by a brown bear."

"How scary! But—how exciting!"

"Right? This is the kind of competition I want to see! What was all that childish play before?"

The audience erupted in heated discussion, and people began placing bets.

The man glanced at the scene and saw that the vast majority of the audience didn't think much of Number 1, because it was a Bengal tiger.

The tiger was staring intently at Number 1, its eyes gleaming green. It was a hungry beast, and even a seasoned hunter wouldn't dare say he had a sure victory.

"This Bengal tiger hasn't eaten for two days, and it's craving fresh meat!" the host shouted.

Besides providing commentary, his most important task is to engage the audience's emotions and get them to place bets.

Otherwise, who would come here for no reason?

"And our number 1 contestant seems completely fearless. Is he just terrified, or is he genuinely fearless? I suddenly became curious."

As the bell rang, the shackles on the Bengal tiger's feet were also removed.

"Roar!" With a roar, the Bengal tiger leaped out; it wanted to eat!

"Just a small demonstration, don't scare people too much."

Number 1, having received Rein's order, sprang into action instantly.