"You still want to continue?"
The moment these words left Chu Feng's lips, many onlookers revealed expressions of shock.
"Sure."
As for Ren Xiaoyao, he was more than happy to oblige. Flashing a smile, he produced a treasure identical to the one Chu Feng had offered, and the two promptly began their second round.
In this second game, Chu Feng once again employed the same strategy — imitating Ren Xiaoyao's every move.
Yet the result was the same. Once more, Chu Feng lost to Ren Xiaoyao.
"Brother Chu Feng, I'll be graciously accepting this."
Ren Xiaoyao wore a smug grin as he took Chu Feng's treasure from the table.
"Continue."
Chu Feng did not concede defeat. Without hesitation, he placed yet another treasure on the table.
But once again, the outcome remained unchanged — another loss to Ren Xiaoyao.
"Continue."
"Continue."
"Continue."
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Chu Feng suffered defeat after crushing defeat, yet with each loss he grew only more determined, refusing to concede in the slightest.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng had lost over a hundred treasures to Ren Xiaoyao.
Truthfully, nearly all of Chu Feng's most valuable possessions had now been claimed by the man.
"Ha ha, Brother Chu Feng, you are truly generous — giving me, Ren Xiaoyao, so many wonderful treasures for free. I'm almost starting to feel bad about it."
Ren Xiaoyao placed every treasure he had won — along with his own wagered items — behind him. The collection of brilliantly glowing artifacts had already piled up into a small mound nearly two meters tall, dazzling and resplendent.
"Brother Chu Feng, tell me — when you beat Han Yu and the others earlier, was that pure luck?"
"Or is it simply that my, Ren Xiaoyao's, gambling skill surpasses yours?"
Ren Xiaoyao asked with a squinting smile, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"I once heard a saying," Chu Feng replied.
"What saying?" Ren Xiaoyao asked.
"First you win paper at the gambling table… but the real money comes later," Chu Feng said.
"Ha ha, Brother Chu Feng, surely you're not going to keep gambling with me?" Ren Xiaoyao mocked with a laugh.
"Of course I am. This time, why not raise the stakes?" Chu Feng said.
"Raise the stakes? How do you want to play it?" Ren Xiaoyao asked.
"I wager everything behind you." Chu Feng pointed at the mountain of treasures piled up behind Ren Xiaoyao.
"These treasures of mine, if taken one at a time, their individual value is one thing. But together, the total value is far from trivial. What could you possibly offer in exchange?" Ren Xiaoyao asked.
"This will do."
As he spoke, Chu Feng produced an item from his Universe Bag and slapped it onto the table.
When the spectators saw what Chu Feng had placed down, not only did Ren Xiaoyao's expression shift — even the onlookers were stunned.
The item Chu Feng had produced was none other than the Immortal Armor he had obtained from the Immortal Armor Villa — the Dark Stone Dagger.
"Has Chu Feng gone mad? He's lost every single round and hasn't won once, yet he's still wagering an Immortal Armor? Is he simply so wealthy that he doesn't care about it?"
"Or has he become addicted to gambling, deluding himself into thinking he can beat Ren Xiaoyao through luck?"
"Sigh, how reckless. This Chu Feng is far too reckless. Who would have thought he was such an impulsive man — nothing more than a brute."
Many among the surrounding crowd could no longer hold their tongues. Some transmitted their voices secretly, others whispered among themselves, all discussing Chu Feng.
In their eyes, this move of his was supremely unwise.
It dealt a severe blow to their impression of him.
The Chu Feng of legend was domineering, yes — but he was also said to be very clever. After all, someone who wasn't sharp wouldn't have been able to bring even Han Yu to his knees.
But the Chu Feng before them now showed no cleverness at all. This went beyond foolishness into sheer stupidity. Wasn't he simply handing all of his treasures over to Ren Xiaoyao for nothing?
"Brother Chu Feng, are you serious?" Ren Xiaoyao regarded Chu Feng with a look of disbelief. He could hardly imagine that Chu Feng truly intended to wager an Immortal Armor.
"Brother Xiaoyao, do I look like I'm joking?" Chu Feng asked.
"Ha ha, how can you still be so confident? Do you really think you can beat me?" Ren Xiaoyao asked.
Although Chu Feng had not won a single round from the very beginning until now, his face had never once shown a trace of panic or frustration. He remained brimming with confidence the entire time.
That air of confidence made it seem as though Ren Xiaoyao was the one losing, not Chu Feng at all.
Truthfully, this reaction from Chu Feng left Ren Xiaoyao quite displeased.
The whole point of beating Chu Feng was to see him crestfallen and dejected, to wipe that smile off his face and make him miserable.
Yet up to this moment, everything Ren Xiaoyao had hoped for had never once appeared on Chu Feng's expression. Naturally, he was not happy about it.
"Brother Xiaoyao, I've said it before — when it comes to gambling, there's no rush. Winning early doesn't mean you've won. Who laughs in the end is still anyone's guess," Chu Feng said.
"Brother Chu Feng, there's some truth to those words — but they only apply to people who trade wins and losses back and forth, whose skills are roughly evenly matched."