"Brother Chu Feng, how about I give you one more chance? Win it all back?" Song Yunfei said.
"Continue," Chu Feng said.
After that, Chu Feng wagered against Song Yunfei nine more times in a row. Although he never drew another dud stone after that, he still failed to beat Song Yunfei.
By now, Chu Feng had lost ten times consecutively. Excluding the cost of purchasing the black crystal stones, the amount he had lost to Song Yunfei alone was a full one hundred thousand Immortal Martial Stones.
At this moment, Song Yunfei's face was practically split from grinning so wide. He was immensely pleased, utterly elated — it was the exhilarating satisfaction of long-awaited revenge.
"Brother Chu Feng, do you want to keep going?" Song Yunfei asked.
"Yunfei, enough."
It was Elder Xingyi who finally spoke up, having held his tongue for so long.
By now, everyone could see that Song Yunfei clearly possessed some method of observing the black crystal stones.
But Chu Feng had no such method. If the wager continued, he would only keep losing.
If even the bystanders could see this, how could Song Yunfei not see it?
Under these circumstances, insisting on continuing the gamble with Chu Feng was nothing short of bullying.
There was no denying that Song Yunfei's behavior at this point was rather excessive.
"Elder Xingyi, I am wagering with Brother Chu Feng. Whether to bet or not depends on his wishes, not mine."
"What if he wants to win it back and I refuse? Wouldn't that make me, Song Yunfei, look petty?"
After speaking, he turned to Chu Feng again: "Brother Chu Feng, do you wish to continue? If you do, I'll see it through to the end. If not, we can stop here — it's entirely up to you."
No one had expected that Song Yunfei would not even give Elder Xingyi face.
His hatred for Chu Feng truly ran deep. He was determined to make Chu Feng lose everything, to make Chu Feng personally admit defeat before he would relent.
At this moment, many people secretly transmitted their voices to Chu Feng, telling him not to let his pride drive him, not to gamble with Song Yunfei just for the sake of saving face — after all, what was being lost were Immortal Martial Stones.
But how could Chu Feng simply admit defeat? Wouldn't that be exactly what Song Yunfei wanted?
Yet just as Chu Feng was about to speak and continue the wager with Song Yunfei — A soft hand suddenly grabbed his arm. It was Xia Yun'er.
"Young Master Chu Feng, please don't continue," Xia Yun'er said.
The moment Xia Yun'er spoke, Song Yunfei's expression changed abruptly. His earlier smugness vanished instantly, replaced by an ugly scowl.
He then addressed Chu Feng in an impatient tone: "Brother Chu Feng, a real man either wagers or he doesn't. Give me a straight answer. All this hemming and hawing — you're acting like a woman."
These words stunned not only Elder Xingyi and Xia Yun'er, but even the elders of Ghost King Temple and the onlookers all changed their expressions.
This was far too much.
Those words were a direct insult to Chu Feng.
But compared to everyone else, Chu Feng was unfazed. He said: "Bet, of course I'll bet. But the stakes need to change."
"Lowers the stakes? Fine," Song Yunfei said.
"No — raises," Chu Feng said.
"Raises?"
At this, the crowd looked stunned.
What was wrong with Chu Feng? He had already lost ten times in a row, and he wanted to raise the stakes? What was he thinking? Had he gone mad?
Even Song Yunfei looked bewildered and asked: "Raises? You're sure you want to raise the stakes?"
"That's right," Chu Feng said with absolute certainty.