If the previous round, where Gu Qingfeng won Bai Yuanrui's favorable game from an adverse position, was just a coincidence...
Then could this round also be a coincidence?
One must know that in this round, Bai Yuanrui wasn't in a favorable game—he was in a king-overlord game!
How... how could he have lost as well!
Everyone found it somewhat hard to believe.
Elder Yan, who had been standing beside the gambling table all along, was even more so. His aged face was filled with deep shock and confusion.
Five spiritual formulas again, and one more layer of arcane wonder than the others!
How on earth did he do it?
Elder Yan felt that this man exuded an indescribable, inexplicable eeriness.
On the other side, Bai Yuanrui and Jin Jun looked as if they had lost their souls, their faces pale as ashes, standing there dumbfounded. They were both second-generation rich kids, frequenting gambling houses often. It wasn't that they had never lost before, but they had never lost this badly, nor had they ever lost so much money—a full ten million. Such a huge sum was too heavy for the two of them, heavy enough to be almost unbearable.
"Since you've lost, then accept the punishment."
At this moment, although the White-Robed Man was still sitting in his chair with his legs crossed, the leisurely expression on his cold, stern face had already vanished, replaced by a calmness. The lazy aura about him also seemed to have disappeared, giving way to a deep stillness.
He picked up the wine jug, poured himself a cup, and said flatly, "I said you don't need to repay the money. Just as you forced Fei Kui to hit himself before, let him return it all now."
Somehow, Gu Qingfeng's voice seemed to have turned somewhat cold as well. He threw back the wine in his cup and said, "Fei Kui, they forced you to slap yourself to a grand completion. Today, I want you to slap them to a grand completion too. Go!
Hit them until you're satisfied!"
Hearing this, Fei Kui, who had been silently standing beside Gu Qingfeng all along, couldn't help but tremble. He raised his head, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately didn't speak. Having followed Gu Qingfeng for so many days, he more or less knew this young master's temper. Not daring to hesitate, he stepped forward.
"You dare!"
Jin Jun glared furiously, roaring, "Try laying a hand on me, and I'll cripple you!"
"No one in the Liujin Region dares to touch me, Bai Yuanrui!"
Bai Yuanrui also stood up, glaring at Gu Qingfeng as he shouted sharply, "I'm telling you, it's just ten million, right? I'll go home right now and get it for you!"
Today, not only had the two lost so much money, but they had also suffered a great loss of face. If they were to let a short, fat man they saw as trash slap them, how could they ever continue to operate in the Liujin Region?
The two turned to leave.
"Hit them."
Gu Qingfeng's voice came. Fei Kui gritted his teeth, blocked their path, and reached out to slap Jin Jun's face!
"Seeking death!"
Jin Jun's eyes blazed with anger. Radiance flashed around his body as he swung a fist to counterattack. But suddenly, for some reason, as he threw the punch, his entire person froze in place like a statue, unable to move at all. He struggled, but it was useless. He couldn't even feel his own physical body anymore.
Then, a calm voice came.
"Since you've lost, you must admit it."
The voice came from the White-Robed Man. He hadn't done anything, still sitting there, not even glancing in that direction. He continued drinking, speaking slowly, "If you hit someone, be prepared to be hit back. Kneel and accept your punishment!"
As his words fell, a bizarre scene unfolded. Jin Jun, who had been frozen in place, suddenly thudded to his knees.
This sight alone caused everyone present to pale with shock. Elder Yan was no exception, his face filled with horror, pupils constricting sharply. He thought to himself: An expert!
Sound-Momentum Authority?
He didn't know.
The White-Robed Man's voice was calm, terrifyingly calm, not containing any power of Sound-Momentum Authority—at least, Elder Yan didn't detect any. But one thing was certain: the reason Jin Jun had frozen earlier and now inexplicably knelt must be due to some method employed by this White-Robed Man before them.
"You... you... what did you do to Jin Jun?"
Seeing Jin Jun kneel inexplicably, Bai Yuanrui immediately panicked, his voice trembling with fear. He didn't dare stay any longer and leaped into the air, trying to flee.
"I said if you lose, you must admit it."
Gu Qingfeng's voice came again, still very flat. But Bai Yuanrui, who had leaped into the air, had no idea what happened. With a thud, he crashed to the ground.
"Once you admit it, you must be punished."
Gu Qingfeng threw back another cup of wine and added, "Without my nod, you can't leave."
As his words fell, Bai Yuanrui, who had fallen to the ground, was dragged over as if by an invisible rope, his body flying uncontrollably sideways.
Gu Qingfeng poured himself another drink, downed it, and his calm voice came once more: "Roll over here, kneel and accept your punishment!"
Bai Yuanrui, flying sideways, grunted and thudded down from mid-air, landing precisely on his knees beside Jin Jun. Suppressing the shock-pain from his knees, he shouted, "Elder Yan, he's taking action within the Mountain Villa! Why aren't you stopping him!"
"Just now... just now, this young master clearly stated that the ten million from the gambling table need not be repaid by you, but you must accept punishment. Since it was clearly stated and you both agreed, that constitutes a gambling debt. And a gambling debt falls under the rules of the gambling house."
Elder Yan frowned, his aged brow furrowed, as he said solemnly, "The rules of the gambling house are also the rules of the Mountain Villa, and moreover, the rules of Crimson-Letter."
Not to mention that Gu Qingfeng's actions were reasonable and justified; even if Gu Qingfeng disregarded these so-called Crimson-Letter rules, whether Elder Yan would dare to intervene was still an unknown. He might not know who Gu Qingfeng was, but he could tell that Gu Qingfeng was absolutely extraordinary, perhaps even more powerful than imagined.
Otherwise, how could he, for over twenty consecutive rounds, manifest one more layer of arcane wonder than others each time? And just now, his voice—clearly containing no Sound-Momentum Authority—how did Jin Jun and Bai Yuanrui...
He didn't understand and couldn't figure it out.
One thing was certain: this White-Robed Man was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
"What are you standing there for? However they forced you to hit yourself, hit them back for me."
Gu Qingfeng continued pouring his own drinks, neither raising his head nor looking.
Fei Kui gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and slapped Bai Yuanrui across the face.
To say Fei Kui was a ruthless man—with that one slap, Bai Yuanrui's right cheek immediately swelled up. Another slap, and blood trickled from Bai Yuanrui's mouth, ears, and nose, even his teeth falling out.
"Ah!! I'll kill you!"
Bai Yuanrui roared like a madman: "I'm from the Spirit-Capital Sect! How dare you touch me! Our Spirit-Capital Sect will never let you off!!"
Before he could finish, Fei Kui directly slapped him again.
"Go! Go to the Spirit-Capital Sect and tell my father! Hurry!"
Bai Yuanrui wanted to move but couldn't, only able to shout.
The other second-generation rich kids standing nearby had long been scared out of their wits by this scene. Hearing Bai Yuanrui's shouts, they glanced around and then bolted out the door.
Then Jin Jun also received a slap. He too shouted: "You trash dare hit me!! Just you wait, wait for me! Our Illusory Sea Jin Clan will tear you to pieces!! Old Third Yang, my Patriarch Great Qian Zhenren is at a teahouse nearby! Go tell him! Hurry!"
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