Lord Of Martial Arts

"You aroused my curiosity, boy. I don't want you to die." The Gambling King's eyes lit up. He cocked his head to the side and continued, "I'll take care of this round. I'm offering odds of one to ten for you, and one to one for that old man." The Gambling King's rules were always simple.

"Well, sir, it seems as though you don't have confidence in me. Is that why you make such an offer?" Darren furrowed his brows and questioned.

If the Gambling King were serious, upon winning, Darren's ten thousand points would multiply to one hundred thousand.

"With all due respect, you're only at the middle-level of the Domain God Realm. How does that inspire confidence?" the Gambling King pointed out.

"Darren, it appears as though he isn't aware of your real strength," Murphy stated with a shake of his head.

"No, he knows." Darren's face fell. "I'm afraid I'm in trouble this time," he said to Murphy through his spiritual sense.

"What? What do you mean?" Murphy was utterly confused.

"Think about it. The Gambling King is addicted to gambling. He must have investigated both sides' background thoroughly to calculate his odds of winning. I believe he already knows about my real strength," Darren explained.

"Then why did he make such odds?" Murphy was unable to figure it out.

"It's simple. He deliberately created such high odds to encourage more people to bet. I speculate that he will make a plot to let Caleb win. In this way, he will make a good fortune here." Darren sighed somewhat worriedly.

"Oh, now that makes sense. He bears no good intention toward you." Murphy's eyes widened with surprise when he understood. He hurriedly suggested, "Let's stop here. We will quit."

"No, I won't." Darren shook his head before he continued, "This is the only way to get rid of Caleb and not get others involved. I have no choice but to agree.

As for the wager, as long as sufficient people bet on Caleb, the Gambling King won't hurt me. In fact, he may even secretly help me," Darren speculated.

"But the problem is that anyone who wants to participate will investigate Caleb and you. If that happens, most people will bet on you. After all, the strength you can display is a whole realm higher than your cultivation base level, and I don't believe that Caleb could have accomplished that had he been in your shoes," Murphy analyzed.

"Let's not worry about all that. I think I know how to turn this around. Pe

njured and might die. Then, people will bet on Caleb instead of on me," Darren replied calmly.

"Darren, it's not that easy. Gamblers are good at gathering information. They will investigate when they hear of your injury. If you're feigning it, they will find out."

"Who says that I will feign the injuries?" A fierce light flashed through Darren's eyes.

"What? Are you going to hurt yourself? Seriously?" This was beyond Murphy's understanding. If Darren were severely injured half a month before the duel, how would he fight Caleb?

Caleb was a powerful cultivator at the Celestial God Realm. Even when healthy and strong, Darren would find it challenging to defeat him.

After all, the martial arts skills his opponent had mastered were much stronger than Darren's.

"Don't worry. I have a plan," Darren said reassuringly.

Soon, half a month went by.

Because of the Gambling King's reputation, tens of thousands of people had ventured to bet on Darren or Caleb.

Darren's name became well-known to many people in the Ninth Precipitous Mountain overnight.

"Have you heard of this guy called Darren, who dares to duel with a cultivator at the Celestial God Realm?"

"It's hard to say. It's said that he can kill someone whose cultivation level is higher than his. Besides, with the Realm-equalizing Arena, who knows what he's capable of? Let's wait and see!"

"Don't be naive. Have you ever seen anyone at the Domain God Realm who can kill someone at the Star God Realm? Perhaps, this is a deliberate plot set up by the Gambling King."

Many people voiced varying opinions during their discussion.