Chapter 732: Chapter 92: Let’s Make a Big Mess
This pitch-black bullet was completely indistinguishable among countless dense trajectories.
Its appearance took Luo Qiuhong completely by surprise.
As it was about to hit the back of her head, Han Zhan appeared behind her.
With a slight convergence of his hands, a pitch-black vortex appeared in front of him.
Void Origin, Devour!
With a buzzing sound, that stray bullet disappeared into the black vortex.
However, immediately afterward, Han Zhan’s expression changed dramatically. He spread his hands wide, reversing the direction of the black vortex.
The bullet swallowed by the Void Origin shot out again, except it appeared slightly duller without any signs of being devoured!
"Fall back first." Han Zhan grabbed Luo Qiuhong, pulling them both further back, creating distance from Chen Dubei.
"The bullets in his gun are forged from divine corpses. Their strength exceeds what we can withstand."
"Disengage the National Tragedy Domain. It won’t harm him and will only increase the number of black-and-white bullets."
Luo Qiuhong complied, deactivating the domain. As the sea of blood on the battlefield vanished, she drew the National Sorrow Sword from the ripples, gripping it firmly once more.
"What do we do now?"
"These bullets don’t exist permanently; their duration is three minutes." Shang Jianyue, who had been observing the battle, spoke up at the right moment.
Han Zhan nodded slightly, having noticed this as well.
Moreover, he temporarily found a countermeasure.
"Retreat to a corner," he told Luo Qiuhong and Shang Jianyue.
If they stayed in the center of the battlefield, they’d face stray bullets potentially bouncing back from all directions, impossible to defend against.
But if they retreated to a corner, the number of stray bullets they’d face would be greatly reduced.
Luo Qiuhong understood this logic, her eyes brightening.
As they avoided the bullet paths, retreating to a corner, Han Zhan positioned himself in front of them, armed with a sword.
In the distance, a high-speed black bullet flew so fast its trajectory was invisible to the naked eye, yet Han Zhan intercepted it with his sword.
Clang!
Sparks flew at the moment of collision between the bullet and the sword blade.
The firelight illuminated Han Zhan’s eyes and elicited a surprising chuckle from the usually nonchalant Chen Dubei during the battle.
"Blocked it." Chen Dubei took another look at Han Zhan, his smile fading somewhat.
The speed of the bullets fired from the White Sandalwood and Black Ivory barrels was also at a divine level.
Even an enemy, like Chen Dubei himself, couldn’t detect them, much less see clearly.
He survived amidst so many bullet trajectories purely by "Luck."
How did Han Zhan do it?
The answer was simple.
If Chen Dubei’s gaze fell below where Han Zhan stood, he would see a spinning sundial shadow faintly emerging beneath Han Zhan’s feet.
That was the Kunlun Mirror, Flowing Light and Shadow.
Under the acceleration of Flowing Light and Shadow, combined with the sharp Sword Heart of a Tier Nine Sword Cultivator, he kept up with the speed of those black-and-white bullets.
Clang, clang, clang!
A few consecutive slashes proved that Han Zhan intercepting the bullets was no accident, completely quelling Chen Dubei’s intention to probe further.
Without numerous Skeleton Warriors as targets, the myriad bullet trajectories vanished when the three minutes were up.
Han Zhan halted the high-frequency swings of the Xuanyuan Sword, choosing not to pursue, instead seizing the moment to regulate his breathing and restore his spiritual power.
He didn’t use the Shennong Cauldron’s ability to create life, nor the Void Origin to devour energy bricks.
Always keeping a card up one’s sleeve is the principle for surviving in unfamiliar environments.
Chen Dubei reholstered the White Sandalwood and Black Ivory into their respective side holsters.
His face was slightly pale, having consumed considerable spiritual power.
"You’re quite impressive. I’ve roamed the Everton Star Domain for over three hundred years, and no one has lasted this long against me."
Chen Dubei looked at Han Zhan again from afar, speaking.
"If I’m not mistaken, you must be an Overlord Level existence of some Star Domain?"
Ignoring Chen Dubei’s inquiry, Han Zhan chose to remain silent.
Chen Dubei shrugged, indifferent.
He continued, "So? Are you still planning to keep fighting?"
"As you should see, with the White Sandalwood and Black Ivory Antique Artifacts, plus my Luck, I stand invincible."
"Unless you can reach the divine level, deal with these bullets, and render my Luck ineffective."
Indeed, Chen Dubei was formidable.
Apart from being a divine being, he was also undoubtedly a standout among Tier Nine Ultimates.
If he hadn’t recklessly challenged the Silent Black Hole, his 150-year-long history in the Star Domain would contain more glorious feats.
What to do?
After hearing Chen Dubei’s words, Luo Qiuhong and Shang Jianyue simultaneously pondered this thought.
They looked at the backbone of their group, Han Zhan.
A look of resignation and powerlessness crossed Han Zhan’s face. He sighed and dispersed the Xuanyuan Sword he held in his hand.
"Let’s try a different method."
"This method isn’t going to work."
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it seemed he truly had no way to deal with Chen Dubei.
Upon hearing Han Zhan’s words, Chen Dubei’s smile returned even broader, even more teasing.
"Come, come, let’s get back to the game of gambling."
"Should have done this sooner, right? Maybe using the rules might give you a shot at winning against me, don’t you think?"
"Hahaha!"
The malicious laughter echoed in everyone’s ears, turning Luo Qiuhong and Shang Jianyue’s expressions quite grim.
Chen Dubei noticed their changing expressions, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
It was as if the earlier fight had been merely a digression.
The dice game’s pace resumed.
Sitting back in his seat, Chen Dubei again wagered directly, going all-in on "Three of a Kind, Ones."
This seemed more like a form of mockery.
A vile provocation from a Lucky Gambler towards others.
Yet they were helpless.
What to do?
After betting, the three dice spun rapidly before gradually stopping.
As the numbers on the dice faces became clear one by one, the final result appeared before everyone.
"One, one, one, Three of a Kind, Ones, player wins!"
The dice game’s rules treat everyone equally. Upon hearing the notification, Chen Dubei couldn’t contain his smile, opening his mouth wide and bursting into laughter.
At this moment, amidst Chen Dubei’s laughter, the notification continued:
"According to the betting odds between the dealer and the player, the odds for Three of a Kind, Ones are 1:100,000."
"This time’s bet amount is 12.6 million longevity coins. Based on the odds, the dealer pays the player 1.26 trillion longevity coins!"
The rule notification of the dice game abruptly halted Chen Dubei’s laughter.
He had indeed won.
But this win’s odds were completely different from before.
Realizing this, Chen Dubei swiftly raised his head. As expected, Han Zhan no longer showed traces of unwillingness or frustration.
This was all part of his calculations!
Han Zhan looked at Chen Dubei, speaking each word distinctly:
"Since you wish to play."
"Why don’t we escalate the stakes and let you have a thrilling game!"
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