Novel Full Chapter 1062 - 1062: Kent King vs Huang!
At Golden Rat Gambling House…
Red Face laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the gilded hall. “This is the entirety of my clan’s treasury! Thirty-three million mana crystals!”
Gasps filled the chamber. Even the clerks froze mid-writing. Thirty-three million—an astronomical sum that could purchase a mid-tier kingdom or fund an entire sect’s operations for decades.
“I’ll wipe that bastard clean,” Red Face shouted, his spit flying. “All of it, against Kent! Hahaha, let him drown in shame! He dares to humiliate me, the Red Face, in front of the city? I’ll make sure he never lifts his head again!”
Fatty Ben felt his entire stomach sink into his knees. His fat cheeks trembled. He forced a smile, stamping the wager with the house seal, but inside he was burning with dread.
When the last chest of crystals was stacked, Fatty stumbled back to his room, clutching his belly, muttering under his breath.
“This… this is insane. Thirty-three million from Red Face alone, and the rest of the crowd already poured in more than double what we collected from the last five rounds! If Brother Kent loses… if Brother Kent slips even once… we’re ruined. The Golden Rat is finished. I—I’ll be skinned alive by creditors. My ancestors will curse me. My grandchildren will be sold as servants!”
He sat heavily in his chair, wiping the sweat dripping down his forehead like rain.
Yet, when he thought of Kent’s calm, smiling face, his heart twisted with both fear and strange reassurance.
Across the city, whispers ran faster than wildfire.
“The Gambling House took it all. No tricks this time. Straight one-to-one.”
“Red Face staked thirty-three million himself! If Kent loses, Red Face will rise as the real winner.”
“Who in their right mind would bet in favor of Kent now? This is the most obvious defeat in history!”
Everywhere, cups of wine clashed, dice rolled, laughter echoed. The people had already buried Kent in their hearts.
Yet, in the midst of all this chaos, Kent himself sat quietly in his private palace chamber, gazing out the window at the moon. His face was expressionless, calm as still water, as though the fate of tens of millions of crystals and the entire city’s judgment meant nothing.
Amelia entered softly, holding a flask of warm wine. She studied him for a long moment, then whispered, “Everyone is mocking you. Even Fatty Ben trembles with fear. Yet you sit as though it doesn’t concern you.”
Kent finally turned his eyes toward her, the corner of his lips lifting into the faintest smile.
“Because it doesn’t.”
His words were like a quiet thunder, shaking her heart.
He leaned back, his gaze returning to the night sky. “They think I am weak because they see only the surface. They think strength is measured by what their eyes understand. Let them believe it. For when truth strikes, their laughter will turn to silence.”
Amelia stood silently, her breath caught in her throat. She could not see through him. No one could.
And outside, the city roared in anticipation of the duels that would begin the next day, where every gambler and elder, every spectator and rival, waited eagerly for the same thing:
The moment Kent King would finally be broken.
But only Kent himself knew—the storm had just begun.
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The news spread like wildfire through the courtyards, gambling dens, and balconies of the Skyfire Arena.
The matches for the next round had been secretly decided by the Syndicate elders, each disciple informed in private, but the crowd was too restless to remain in the dark for long. Word leaked out like smoke slipping through cracks:
“Kent King will be facing Huang Tian!”
That single line had the entire audience shaking. Huang Tian—the space manipulator. The one who could fold the arena floor like cloth, drag his opponents into invisible pockets, and strike from distances they couldn’t even measure.
“He doesn’t fight with fists, he fights with laws!” a scholar barked from the third-tier stands, his face pale.
“To pit Kent against him is the same as sentencing him to death!” another gambler cried, throwing his betting slip to the ground.
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Meanwhile, in the velvet-draped halls of the underground gambling chambers, Red Face and his entourage of wealthy nobles and underground lords sat with Huang Tian.
The young prodigy leaned back lazily on a silver chair, his hair tied in a golden clasp, eyes shimmering like deep pools of warped mirrors. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he rolled a mana crystal across his fingers.
“You want me to finish him?” Huang Tian’s voice was like silk stretched over steel. “Kent King, the little rat who dares to dream big?”
Red Face chuckled, slapping his thigh. “That’s right. He’s been a thorn in our side for too long. The people keep buzzing his name as if he’s the chosen one. Crush him. End him in front of all. I’ll make sure your name rings as the one who erased the pretender.”
At this, Huang Tian tilted his head back and laughed. A mocking, arrogant laugh that made the chandeliers above vibrate with its sharp tone.
“Finish him? Red Face, you insult me.” He stood suddenly, his long robe swaying with each step, and with a flick of his fingers, the very air warped.
Before the gamblers could even blink, ten versions of Huang Tian appeared around them, surrounding the entire gambling chamber. Each one smirked, hands folded behind their backs, shadows flickering unnaturally.
Gasps filled the hall.
“This… this isn’t illusion!” one of the nobles cried, shivering.
“It’s space duplication!” shouted another, nearly falling off his chair.
Each of the ten Huang Tians spoke at once, their voices layering over one another like echoes in a vast cavern:
“You came begging for me to destroy Kent King. But understand this—I don’t need your mana crystals. I don’t need your whispers. I, Huang Tian, am the law of the battlefield itself.”
With that, all ten clones snapped their fingers simultaneously. The sound reverberated, and in the blink of an eye, nine of them vanished into threads of twisted air, leaving only the original standing at the center. He raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
“Space bends for me. Kent won’t even have the chance to swing his little toys before he’s erased.”
Red Face’s face flushed with excitement. He slapped the table again, his blood boiling with greed. “Good! Good! That’s what I wanted to hear. Do this, and all of the world will bow to the name Huang Tian. The gamblers will feast on Kent’s carcass, and I’ll clean my losses with tenfold gain!”
Laughter burst out across the chamber, but none dared to look Huang Tian directly in the eyes.
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