Chapter 159: Amidst the Trillion-Dollar Wager (Part One)

When Power King suffered a disastrous defeat, some people were surprised, while others found it entirely within reason.

Although nine hundred million Black Dragon coins were not a vast fortune, anyone daring to step forward for a gambling match naturally possessed a certain degree of capability.

"Issuing another betting challenge?"

"This time, he has actually raised the stake to two billion! Such audacity!"

"Two billion? He started with nine hundred million, won another nine hundred million, and adding the spectator revenue shares, doesn't that come out to exactly two billion? This fellow is quite interesting. Either he possesses absolute self-confidence, or he is simply playing around for sheer amusement!"

"Free money! Apply for the challenge!"

Upon seeing the information in Qin Emperor's duel space, many people could not hide their excitement.

"Old Wang, did you apply too?"

"Indeed. If he happens to choose me, that's two billion credited to my account. Though it's small change, it's still enough to cover a few days of spending!"

"You are a Level 9 Star-level powerhouse with a six-star rating, though. That kid is clever; he certainly won't pick you. Just look at Power King—that fellow had a resounding reputation, yet his actual cultivation was mediocre and his combat record ordinary, and in the end, he still chose him. It's blatantly obvious that this Qin Emperor is fishing!"

"Whether he's fishing or not, I don't know. But I do know that in the end, he is definitely going to crash and burn here!"

Discussions buzzed among the crowd.

Some believed this Qin Emperor was an absolute fool; others thought he was just passing through for some entertainment; and still others suspected he was setting a trap.

Regardless of the varied opinions, the gambling match spread quietly through the network. Even individuals outside the Killing Fields selected the spectator mode.

Qin Ming's Duel Space!

"Little Fatty, how many people are watching?"

"The numbers are jumping frantically! As of a moment ago, it has already reached fifty thousand view counts!"

"Haha, this tactic really works!"

"Yet, Master, if this continues, attracting true geniuses from the universe will spell trouble!"

"This tiny gambling match can at most cause a sensation on Black Dragon Island. Spreading all the way to the Ganwu Continent is nearly impossible, let alone the broader universe!"

Qin Ming possessed a realistic measure of his own standing.

Two billion Black Dragon coins amounted to merely twenty million Ganwu coins when converted.

Twenty million? To the geniuses of the Ganwu Universe Country, that was mere chump change; very few would even cast a glance at it.

Besides, given the countless monumental events occurring across the universe every single day, this could never spark a widespread sensation.

Unless some unforeseen variable emerged in this gambling match.

"The five minutes are up, Master. Which opponent shall we choose?"

"Order them by cultivation level, from lowest to highest!"

"Understood, Master!"

"Oh, this Old Demon looks promising. Level 5 Star-level, five-star rating, 435 wins and 99 losses—him!"

"Master, selection confirmed. Shall I close the spectator applications, Master?"

"Why close them? Spectators can enter whenever they please. Remember, Little Fatty, turn no one away—do not block them even if the duel is about to conclude. These are all sheep waiting to be shorn; how could we waste such wool?"

"Understood, Master!"

As they spoke, an opponent materialized opposite them.

Five seconds later, the system automatically deactivated the protective mode. After all, a newly spawned combatant was otherwise vulnerable to sudden ambushes.

Kill...

Without a word, Old Demon flashed forward and delivered a single slash.

This blade was fast—fast, exceedingly fast.

Relying on his swift blade, Old Demon had tasted defeat on very few occasions.

Speed was not only power, but also the ultimate secret weapon for securing victory.

"Pfft!"

With a flick of his body, Qin Ming bypassed the defenses and drove his Cleaving Void Blade straight through his opponent's neck.

"I can no longer afford to feign weakness, or people will simply grow bored. Only by displaying my strength step by step can I attract a larger crowd, allowing my Black Dragon coins to steadily multiply."

Musing to himself, Qin Ming noted that the spectator count had reached one hundred and twenty thousand—a very respectable figure.

"Little Fatty, submit the next challenge. Set the wager for the next duel at 4.5 billion, and schedule it for five minutes from now!"

"As you command, Master!"

Once, twice, thrice!

Every single opponent failed to escape the fate of a single blade strike.

By this point, no one dared to underestimate this Qin Emperor anymore.

"This is playing the pig to eat the tiger—a mighty dragon crossing the river!"

"Things are getting interesting now. I suppose those true elites are finally going to make their move!"

"Indeed, no one is going to sit back and watch him act so arrogantly here. Besides, good opponents are hard to come by, and this round has reached fifty billion Black Dragon coins!"

"It's just tough luck for Power King and the others. They essentially funded their opponent, swelling this Qin Emperor's capital. Haha, I bet Power King is kicking himself with regret right now!"

"Without a doubt. But have you noticed something about this Qin Emperor? Up until now, he hasn't even revealed his true strength. Every opponent has been finished off with a single stroke; every time, he remains merely a notch stronger than his foe, dispatching them cleanly and decisively. To this day, he hasn't displayed a domain, nor has he given any hint of whether he has comprehended the laws of the origin universe."

"Whether he has or hasn't, as long as he keeps fighting these gambling matches, we'll find out soon enough!"

Meanwhile, inside a tranquil meditation chamber, a burly, rough-hewn man sat with a floating screen suspended before him—the exact display of the Qin Emperor's duel space.

Meditation chambers were private resting rooms provided by the Killing Fields, and naturally, their rental price was far from cheap.

"He hasn't revealed his true strength even now. This little fellow is truly interesting. Coming to the Killing Fields for the first time and immediately initiating high-stakes wagers—is his goal to make money, or is he looking for a genuine match?"

"Executing every single victory with such crisp decisiveness means he must have already comprehended a domain!"

"As for laws..."

"Perhaps he is a rather promising seedling!"

The man was none other than Ming Mingyu, an external supervisor of the Killing Fields and a Domain Lord-level powerhouse.

Qin Emperor Space!

"Little Fatty, how many people have applied for the challenge?"

"Master, there are very few this time—only one thousand eight hundred and sixty-two!"

"A bit sparse, but let's stick to the usual rules!"

"Yes, Master!"

A projection screen materialized before him, listing candidates from weakest to strongest, top to bottom.

"This time, the lowest cultivation level is actually a Level 6 Star-level with an eight-star combat record. He must have already comprehended a domain, so we'll skip him for now. This one looks promising: Drunken Little Moon, Level 7 Star-level, five-star combat record—we'll take her!"

"Master, the opponent's application has been accepted!"

The next moment, like rippling water, a young girl materialized opposite him. She possessed a petite and exquisite figure, yet carried a massive broadsword slung across her shoulder.

"Kid, I come from the Drunken Moon Tower. Seeing that your strength is decent, I invite you to join us!" Drunken Little Moon waved a hand, letting her broadsword drop as she leaned her weight onto the hilt. "Although our Drunken Moon Tower isn't a sacred land, we are well-known throughout the Black Dragon Mountain territory. Once you join..."

"Too wordy!" Qin Ming had already lunged forward.

Among all his battles thus far, this was the first time he had taken the initiative to attack.

"Courting death!" Drunken Little Moon flared with fury. "Inviting you is a sign of respect! Since you refuse to appreciate kindness..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her head went flying into the air.

"Such a fast blade!" Her airborne head uttered its final, dazed whisper!

Qin Ming came to a halt, crossed his legs to sit down, and issued his command: "Little Fatty, set the next match at one hundred billion, also five minutes from now!"

"Understood, Master!"

Five minutes later, upon seeing the list of challengers, Qin Ming could not help but be rendered speechless.

This time, only eight hundred candidates remained, and every single one of them possessed a domain.

"Let's go with him: Carefree Tiger, Level 6 Star-level, eight-star rating, domain comprehended, 784 wins, 35 losses!"

"Master, selection confirmed!"

A moment later, a cold and stern young man appeared on the opposite side. He strode forward and slowly spoke: "Choosing me is your greatest mistake. In the real world, I have personally slaughtered 108 Level 7 Star-level warriors, eradicated 72 Level 8 Star-level warriors, and slain 28 Level 9 Star-level warriors!"

Pfft...

The moment his words trailed off, he realized Qin Ming was already right in front of him. Panic surging in his heart, he whirled his battle saber to execute the 'Eight Guarding Blade Slashes', yet it still failed to block Qin Ming's single strike.

His head flew into the air, his eyes frozen in an expression of absolute horror!

"In my eyes, you are still nothing more than a lamb," Qin Ming stated calmly after steadying himself. "Little Fatty, the next gambling match is for two hundred billion!"

"As you command, Master!"