I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats-Chapter 632 - 273 About to Become the Ten-thousand-year-old Demon [10,000 words]_3

Chapter 632: Chapter 273 About to Become the Ten-thousand-year-old Demon [10,000 words]_3

"But you know, I prefer a bit more excitement in my life, and I’m still in," he said, smiling faintly. "If you all follow, in the next round, I can only show your cards."

Zhao Chen said, tossing in a 1,000-year chip.

"Mr. Mu, will you follow?" Zhao Chen asked with a smiling gaze at Mu Rufeng.

"A thousand years? Wait, let me see how many chips I still have."

Mu Rufeng said, and the chips on his person changed rapidly.

Mu Rufeng originally had 1,899 years of chips, which increased by 901 years to 2,800 years.

Mu Rufeng had only 931 years of life left; he took out 901 years and left himself with just 30 years.

"I’m going all in, 2,800 years," Mu Rufeng said, betting all his chips.

"Woahhhh~~!"

An uproar erupted below.

They hadn’t expected a Contractor like Mu Rufeng to possess so much lifespan, much less dare to bet 2,800 years.

They admitted, in this regard, they truly didn’t measure up to Mu Rufeng.

Their total lifespans might not even amount to that much; a loss here would certainly make quite a spectacle.

"Why, why didn’t I ask for his contact information then?"

"Damn, damn, damn, I really should die."

"No, after this ends, I definitely need to ask Mr. Mu for his contact info, that is, if Mr. Mu wins!"

"Mr. Mu surely can."

Those Level 8 Ghost Kings stared intensely at Mu Rufeng on the stage, as if they wanted to engrave his figure deeply into their minds.

Xu He and others were also shocked seeing Mu Rufeng bet everything; they wanted to speak to dissuade him, but Mu Rufeng had already placed his bet and couldn’t take it back.

Thinking about Mu Rufeng’s incredible luck, they just quietly watched the excitement.

"This is so interesting, this event is really spectacular."

"Ha ha, I thought this game would drag on for an hour, but it looks like it’s going to end with this round."

"Absolutely worth the trip."

"Although Mu Rufeng is a Contractor, he is undoubtedly a top figure."

"If he wins this round, he will certainly stand at the pinnacle of the world."

The Ghost Emperors whispered below, admiring Mu Rufeng’s courage and acknowledging his presence.

"Miss Loronia, it’s your turn," Mu Rufeng said to the Fallen Angel, wearing a faint smile.

"Miss Loronia, if you don’t have enough chips, you can take out a loan," Zhao Chen reminded before Loronia could respond.

Loronia glanced at Zhao Chen and then turned her gaze to Mu Rufeng.

"I fold." She spat out each word deliberately.

Loronia’s eyes fixed on Mu Rufeng, as if blades were about to shoot out of them.

Loronia still had 1,900 years of chips left. Although she had the ability to continue, she saw no need.

There was no need to risk the remainder of her lifespan in a gamble; losing would mean losing everything.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, can’t handle it anymore, huh? A Level 9 Ghost Emperor not as good as a Level 4 Contractor like me, such a waste."

Mu Rufeng clicked his tongue twice, making no effort to hide his mockery.

After all, Mu Rufeng had a vendetta against this individual.

He hadn’t forgotten the incidents that occurred at the Treasure Tower auction in Qingshan City.

"Mu Rufeng, you’re courting death!" Loronia slammed the gambling table violently, her aura erupting instantaneously.

However, just as her aura started to spread, a Rule descended, forcibly suppressing her power back into her body.

"Miss Nya, don’t forget what kind of event this is," Zhao Chen reminded.

"Hmph." Loronia snorted coldly and ignored Mu Rufeng.

"I’m out, folding." Black Demon said decisively, folding immediately.

"Old news, old news, I can’t keep up, I fold too. Mr. Mu, I’m rooting for you, keep it up. When you’re free, come visit the Imperial City, our bank president is really looking forward to hosting you," Xu Zhichun said to Mu Rufeng with a beaming smile.

"Sure, Mr. Xu, if the opportunity arises, I definitely will," Mu Rufeng replied with a smile.

"So, Mr. Dracula, will you follow or fold?" Mu Rufeng then turned to Dracula and spoke.

"Hehehe, you, a human, dare to play with 2,800 years against me? Am I supposed to be scared of you? I’ll round it up for you, 3,000 years."

Dracula also promptly bet 3,000 years of chips. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Wow, wow, wow, today’s gambling event is truly thrilling, everyone, are you excited?"

Zhao Chen didn’t place a bet but instead yelled at the audience below.

"Thrilling!"

"Extremely thrilling."

"This is the most thrilling one I have attended in hundreds of years."

The mood of the Ghost Emperors below was unconsciously lifted by Zhao Chen.

It must be said, Zhao Chen was truly gifted at stirring up the atmosphere.

"With so much excitement, of course, I can’t not bet, but since the life span bet has exceeded 1,000 years, then I can only show the cards."

Zhao Chen took out 3,000 years of chips and threw them on the gambling table, then his gaze began to shift back and forth between Mu Rufeng and Dracula.

"Show Dracula!"

"Show Mu Rufeng’s."

Below, immediately, two different shouts rang out.