Chapter 516: The Wager
"I also have the life support of an entire realm behind me." Bai Mo casually dropped this information, instantly shattering Star Torch's illusion.
He had long ago discovered the causal Qi Luck network that Star Torch had established within the people of the Manghuang Realm, attempting to control everything. Coupled with his own similar plans on Earth, he naturally wouldn't neglect the factor of gathering collective strength.
Bai Mo immediately exposed the Four-Faced Daoist's hidden intentions with a single sentence.
"If my calculations aren't wrong, given the dispersed nature of the Manghuang Realm's human race, you would need at least ten days to truly grasp the strength of the entire clan.
As you are now, at best, you can only gain support from the vicinity of Hanluo City.
Moreover, this power cannot be used for long, otherwise everyone's consciousness would be assimilated by you, violating the Law of Prohibition Against Slaughter set by Yuan Wu Chu."
The one from three thousand years ago could be schemed against by you because he lived under your watchful eye from weakness to strength, allowing you to precisely know his breakthrough times and make preparations in advance."
Bai Mo continued to strike at Star Torch's core, exposing its feigned strength and revealing the fact that, before him, it was utterly vulnerable.
"You!" It had never encountered another entity capable of bypassing communication to directly seize information, and at this moment, it appeared utterly passive, its gaze on Bai Mo's face gradually darkening.
"..." Star Torch clearly disbelieved such nonsense. With the arrival of Bai Mo and a large contingent of Transmigrators, the Golden Age it envisioned was crumbling bit by bit.
"Let's make a bet: on who will acquire this Origin Seed first. If you win, I will withdraw from the Manghuang Realm and not set foot in it again for one hundred years."
"And if I lose?" Star Torch unconsciously asked. It hadn't even considered what the other Transmigrators, aside from Bai Mo, would choose, for in its eyes, they were merely bugs that could be extinguished with a flick of the wrist.
"Acknowledge that the world I created is truly the Golden Age for humanity." Bai Mo proposed a rather peculiar condition.
"What can bind this wager?" After hearing Bai Mo's condition, it couldn't help but feel a little tempted.
Simply nodding in agreement to a viewpoint carried virtually no risk, yet it could win a hundred years of non-aggression from this formidable enemy before it. It sounded incredibly worthwhile.
With a hundred years as a buffer, it was utterly confident it could establish an inescapable net, preventing even a single mosquito from flying in.
"We'll each extract eighty percent of our respective powers and jointly weave them into an Arbitration Device. If either of us breaches the agreement, they will be attacked by the power within the Arbitration Device."
"Good."
"There's one final rule," Bai Mo added.
"Speak."
"Neither of us shall participate directly; only our subordinates may contend for it."
"You'll rely on those few motley, scraggly sorts?" It thought of the Transmigrators who were being relentlessly hunted by the Hidden Dragon Guards, scattering across the world, and looked at Bai Mo with an expression of disbelief.
"Of course not. This is a battle between two civilizations."
Star Torch looked at Bai Mo in confusion, seemingly wanting to know where his confidence stemmed from.
"So, do you agree?" Bai Mo pressed aggressively, his demeanor suggesting that refusal would immediately trigger a battle the next second.
"It seems I have no other choice."
Bai Mo hadn't guessed wrong; Star Torch would need at least over a week to mobilize all the forces it could control. In its current state, engaging in a true life-and-death struggle against Bai Mo, who had descended with his main body into the Manghuang Realm, left it with no chance of victory whatsoever.
It also didn't ask why its opponent didn't just act directly, but chose a wager instead.
Perhaps it was concerned about the severe damage it might inflict in a mutually destructive struggle, or perhaps Bai Mo had ulterior motives—Star Torch had no way of knowing.
...
"Then, let's begin." Star Torch, in its Four-Faced Daoist form, dissolved into four streams of light and leapt out of the temporary space that was on the verge of collapse.
Bai Mo followed closely behind, casting a meaningful glance at the Four-Faced Daoist as it prepared to establish the Arbitration Array. Everything was still within his plans.
...
"That person... has finally appeared."
"Never thought we'd be the unlucky ones."
"The Manghuang Realm is so vast, why did he have to choose here?"
"Run!"
"Run where? Can you outrun light?"
The Ark Transmigrators, who had originally been in Hanluo City preparing to deal with the Hidden Dragon Guards' hunt, felt their hearts nearly crumble when they sensed that familiar power appear in mid-air.
"Does he still have a sword stuck in his chest?" Lu Yuesheng, sharp-eyed, gently asked, looking at the crestfallen Flame Alliance Transmigrators.
Standing on the ground, she wasn't as helpless as others who had developed psychological trauma, having even lost the courage to look up at the sky. RA%nO}BE*s
From the moment the white light appeared, she had stared fixedly in Bai Mo's direction.
That vast power, like the sun itself, made the moon pale in comparison, forcibly transforming the pitch-black night sky into daylight, yet it did not leak a single ripple of residual power to harm any living thing on the ground.
Even Star Torch, standing on the opposing side, couldn't help but marvel at such control while sketching runes.
Because the white light not only didn't affect the ordinary people on the ground itself, but it was also constantly counteracting the tremors brought about by the Four-Faced Daoist's main body's manifestation.
Naturally, the Flame Alliance members below hadn't thought that deeply. Following Lu Yuesheng's direction, they indeed discovered a longsword still lodged in Bai Mo's body, and the Four-Faced Daoist confronting him.
"Don't look at that monster's face!" Lin Yan Yang, whose eyes were slightly scorched, hastily shouted to stop his teammates' reckless behavior.
"He can actually get hurt..." Compared to the four-faced monster beside him, what shocked them even more was that Bai Mo was actually injured!
"When he declared war on the entire world back then, I also sent my avatars to Australia to witness that miracle.
Hundreds of kilometers of desert were scorched into molten glass by indiscriminate saturation attacks, and the ground was flattened by a full ten meters.
All the cultivators' avatars who had made a move were annihilated by a single strike from him, leaving only that man, like a god or demon, sitting completely unharmed amidst a hellish landscape." As Lin Yan Yang recounted the scene he witnessed back then, his body still trembled slightly.
"And then there was the sea-splitting current when he annihilated the Sea Race, tearing the ocean in half..." another person from the Flame Alliance added.
"Rumor has it he once froze all of Yamato..."
...
Lin Yan Yang's words seemed to open the floodgates of conversation, with each person adding their piece, delivering an immense shock to Lu Yuesheng, who had never directly experienced the power of the man in the sky.
"Whatever could wound him must be the most supreme power in this world."
"Perhaps the leader of the Hidden Dragon Guards?"
"It must be the Emperor of the Wei Dynasty."
...
Compared to the citizens of Hanluo City, who were utterly scared stiff and speechless, the Ark Flame Alliance members, after recovering, could at least maintain a semblance of superficial cheerfulness.
Of course, if they knew that the sword still lodged in Bai Mo's chest was no different from an ordinary person wearing an earring, and was simply there for fun....
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