I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Xia Feng was deep in thought. [Foster Father: To be honest, kid, this might be a great opportunity to make a lot of money. You could lose any second within the 3 to 300 seconds, so there are 298 odds set up in total. How about checking if there's a chance you could lose at 59 seconds? The odds at that moment are up to ten times, which is the highest among the 298. How about I bet two million and I'll share half of it with you later?] Xia Feng: "???" [Xia Feng: What happened to... even if we lose, we must stand and lose?] [Foster Father: Standing to lose and lying down to make money are not contradictory. We're all adults, it's time to understand the truth of 'wanting it all', kid~] [Xia Feng: Hehe (smiling), I suggest you bet on me winning~] [Foster Father: Good, it's good to have confidence. But if you face reality, make sure to lose at 59 seconds!] Seeing this, Xia Feng couldn't be bothered with him anymore, lowered his head to think, and realized that besides these 298 odds, there were still two other odds left, one for him winning and the other for him being instantly killed, both with odds of a hundred times, presenting a very high risk and high reward for everyone. After pondering for a moment, he sent another message to Wei. [Xia Feng: Bet a hundred thousand on me winning!] [Foster Father: ...Are you sure?] [Xia Feng: I'll transfer the money to you after the fight, just front me the cash, Wei.] [Foster Father: Gamblers end up with nothing in the end.] [Xia Feng: Hurry up, cut the chatter, I'm totally clear-headed.] [Foster Father: ...Okay.] * Meanwhile, in the referee's room. Due to this justice duel being so popular under the influence of unknown dark forces, the Holy Department specifically dispatched Captain Chen Hangdao of squad seven to maintain order at the site. "Sword Demon, why are you here?" Chen Hangdao frowned slightly, "Director sent our squad seven to handle the situation here." Freya looked indifferent and smiled gently, "Master Chen, can't I come and watch since my student is competing today?" Student? Chen Hangdao's eyes narrowed a bit, it was his first time seeing the Sword Demon so concerned about a student. Today, there were four justice duels, but without a doubt, the most anticipated was the duel between Yan Xujia and Xia Feng, two geniuses. One was the long-famous son of a Marquis, and the other was a first-year freshman who suddenly became famous these past few days. Chen Hangdao didn't know much about the freshman, but he had thoroughly investigated the Marquis' son, Yan Xujia. The freshman had ranked first during the Spiritual Pressure test, won eighteen consecutive battles in the academy challenge creating an undefeated legend, employed by Black Moon Church in sophomore year and won invincibly from the Knight Corps, promoted to silver armor within half a year, and received the title of Protector within one year. Yan Xujia's future as a Holy Knight of Black Moon was guaranteed, and with his status as a Marquis' son, his prospects were unlimited. After reviewing Yan Xujia's data, Chen Hangdao's opinion was summed up as, the boy was terrifyingly skilled, a threat that shouldn't be overlooked. "Master Chen, who do you think will win the final duel?" Freya asked. Although Chen Hangdao looked like a hawk-nosed, shadowy villain, he was originally a Taoist, and even after joining the Imperial Holy Department, he still preferred dressing as a Taoist, so those familiar with him all called him Master Chen. Upon hearing Sword Demon's question, Chen Hangdao pondered deeply for a moment, then shook his head and said, "In my view, Xia Feng... today, he's more likely to be in grave danger than not." "Is that so...." Freya slightly lowered her eyelids, letting out a soft sigh. She had heard about the gamble between Xia Feng and Yan Xujia, with the loser being sent to the Southern Border. She couldn't understand how Xia Feng dared to accept such a bet; it was too rash. She had originally planned to take Xia Feng as her disciple, but now, it seemed even more difficult. The only solution was for her to follow Xia Feng to the Southern Border, which she was hesitant about. "Dang—" The match bell rang long, and the third duel was over, the solemn announcement echoed in the arena: "The fourth 'Justice Duel' will begin in ten minutes. Please have the competitors Xia Feng and Yan Xujia prepare. Should you fail to arrive at the battlefield within the stipulated time, you will be automatically deemed to have forfeited. The fourth 'Justice Duel' will start in ten minutes, please...." VIP lounge in Section S. Panda, the chubby figure, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Pushing his reflective glasses, he turned and said, "Remember the limits, don't actually kill him." The man lounging on the sofa set down his wine glass, patted his pants, stood up, and stretched lazily, chuckling with amusement, "Sure, sure, I know. It's just about breaking him down, and that I can do best." Saying this, he was about to head out. "Wait." A voice from a middle-aged man in the corner rang out. Yan Xujia turned, and offhandedly said, "What is it, President Zhao, any advice?" The middle-aged man turned out to be Zhao Jie, the acting president of the Six-tailed Society. "Considering our collaboration with Cha Naixue, I remind you, the guy with the surname Xia is no simpleton." Zhao Jie squinted his scarred eye, his tone cautionary. Yan Xujia tugged at the corner of his mouth: "President Zhao, you think I'm like that useless disciple of yours?" Zhao Jie's brows slightly furrowed. Comparing Qi Xiao and Yan Xujia really was like comparing heaven and earth; however, he had crawled out from a mountain of corpses, slain countless lives, and developed a keen ability to judge people beyond the ordinary. Thus, when Qi Xiao fell at the hands of Xia Feng, after his initial shock, he pondered for days and increasingly realized that Xia Feng was no ordinary man. Just how far this 'extraordinary' extended, even he wasn't sure. "If President Zhao only wanted to say this, then I will take my leave." Yan Xujia said with a faint smile, pushing the door to leave. Zhao Jie's scarred gray eyes were indifferent. As an ally, he spoke all he needed to, whether the other party believed him or not was not his concern. Of course, it was more likely that he was overthinking; Xia Feng's 'extraordinary' might just be at an ordinary level.... "Dang—" The match bell chimed clearly. In the bustling center of the battlefield, both gate sides were pulled open. One dressed in an elegant white Priest's attire, his shoulder-length hair lending him a devilishly aristocratic air. Another in the Weiyang Academy's standard blue and white uniform, his messy black hair barely groomed, constantly exuding a saliferous-neet air despite his striking features. Yet even so, his exceptional appearance still captured the attention of many. "Damn, Xia Feng is so handsome!" a girl's eyes sparkled. "Sss—they got a cute face~" even some boys' eyes sparkled. Mushroom, listening to the discussions around her, tightened her toes and inexplicably felt the awkwardness of seeing someone familiar trying to show-off on stage. However, people around soon stopped focusing on Xia Feng's looks and started discussing when he would lose. "I bet he loses within thirty seconds, what about you guys?" "Thirty seconds? You must be kidding, I've carefully studied both of their records, Xia Feng will definitely lose within the first three moves! So at the very most, ten seconds!" "Cough..." someone said in an embarrassed whisper, "Actually, I also bet ten bucks on Xia Feng winning." "Tch tch... you really dare to dream. Let me put it this way, if Xia Feng wins, I'll live stream myself eating shit!" Hearing such scornful disdain, Mushroom pressed her lips together and clenched her fists in secret, grumbling internally, huh, always tricked into eating and drinking! "Dang—" The bell rang clearly for the second time, silencing the entire crowd as all eyes turned towards the sky screen.