title: “Chapter 187” weight: 1870 date: 2026-06-04T15:04:15.519654+00:00#
Chapter 187#
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On the spectator stands, the first to place a bet was actually Xina. She bet on “The Best Survivor.”
“I only have one hope,” Xina said, “that she can come back alive.”
Agar fell silent and also threw his chips to the black side where “The Best Survivor” was.
With things having come to this, Yu Feichen also threw his chips to the Best Survivor.
Jielv similarly bet on the Best Survivor.
With the two of them betting, the others naturally had to follow, but this time the follow-up bets were not as straightforward as before.
They hesitated.
—Your people from the organization have all appeared, so why are you still betting on others?
But… they all bet on him. Could these two really be bluffing with their own lives?
The majority of the audience gradually chose to trust, and sparse sounds of betting rose as they followed suit.
The remaining minority sized up Destiny’s appearance.
You had to know, in a sinister place like the City of Mist, the stranger the appearance, the bigger the problem.
Those who were ruthless, killed many, and had great strength all tended to have their own characteristics. For example, the one with a rabbit, the one with an umbrella, the one with light pollution wherever he went…
As for the muscular, imposing men who looked strong at first glance, they were actually the least threatening species.
Now, the image of “Claw Crane,” a fragile-looking young girl, immediately set off alarm bells in their minds.
Time ticked by. After repeated deliberation, the vast majority of this small group ultimately chose to go with the flow and bet on the Best Survivor.
A dozen or so people, however, thought of another problem.
Would the City of Mist really let them cheat like this? Impossible. This was such a insidious place.
What if, from the very beginning, this farce of copying answers was a trap laid by the City of Mist? Why couldn’t the people in the VIP seats be NPCs planted by the City of Mist among the guests?
The more they thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Luckily, they thought one step further—decisively bet on the Claw Crane.
“Your Majesty, please place your bet.”
Amphy bet on the Best Survivor.
“Black Knight 437 swears loyalty to Your Majesty.”
The Best Survivor was simultaneously performing open-heart surgery on himself while continuing to comprehend the Rabbit Boss’s meaning.
Now everyone was betting on his victory. Then, it really must mean he should eliminate the opponent, right?
A deviant organization that looked so harmonious was actually having internal strife. Truly, the human heart was unpredictable.
But how could he win?
The white-haired girl opposite had eyes that were lifeless and ethereal, as if she had seen through everything. Facing such a gaze, the Best Survivor admitted he was flustered.
Soon, it was time to choose the fighting method.
She chose unarmed combat, then assumed a standard defensive stance for hand-to-hand combat.
—Perfectly flawless.
The Best Survivor felt even more uneasy. He could only tense his body with all his might and strike the most advanced offensive opening stance he could manage.
“Combat begins.”
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Time flowed quietly. Destiny maintained her defensive stance in place, and the Best Survivor also held his offensive posture in place.
A rare stalemate appeared on the field. Were both of them charging up?
Four seconds, five seconds… why were they still charging up? Even if it were a world-shaking ancestral ultimate move, five seconds should be enough to charge it, right?
But the City of Mist did not issue any penalty, which indicated that both of them were indeed giving their all right now.
At the sixth second, the Best Survivor also sensed something was wrong. This was too rigid.
Right then, the white-clad girl moved.
Facing the Best Survivor’s offensive stance, she continued to protect herself with her defensive stance while cautiously taking two steps back.
…
The Best Survivor was a bit confused. They hadn’t even exchanged blows and she was already making a tactical retreat? Was this some advanced routine he hadn’t seen before?
But he bore the boss’s mission and could not back down.
Regardless of the opponent’s strength or what scheme she was employing, he had to press forward.
In an instant, the Best Survivor made his decision: no matter what, he would exchange one blow first to ascertain the opponent’s strength, then plan accordingly.
The wind whistled as the Best Survivor’s body shot toward the opponent like an arrow!
Amidst the intimidating sound of wind, the Goddess of Destiny stood motionless. Her gaze seemed cold but was actually blank. Her consciousness knew what she should do at this moment, but her body could not comply.
So she remained completely still.
And in the Best Survivor’s eyes, the eerily terrifying girl was already right before him, brewing a final, desperate killing move. A sheep entering a tiger’s den, he had no retreat whatsoever.
With extreme caution, he threw out a probing strike, aiming straight for her chest!
Next, she should quickly change to a defensive move to block this strike. Then he would flip right, the two would separate, and they would enter the next round.
By then, he would have a preliminary understanding of her strength and style, and could plan a formal line of attack…
The thoughts in his mind were clear, instantly branching out into one, two, three, four viable options.
The fifth was just about to form…
Wait, what did he hit?
In the eerie silence, the Best Survivor’s fist landed squarely on Destiny’s left chest, with no warning.
His thoughts completely disrupted, the Best Survivor froze.
.
The white-clad girl left the ground, like a paper doll blown up by the wind.
After a brief moment suspended in the air, —She performed a rather inadequate side roll.
But her entire body still crashed heavily onto the rough stone floor.
Combat instinct and the boss’s mission spurred the Best Survivor’s actions. Seeing this, he quickly changed his stance and threw a full-power punch at the girl on the ground!
Yu Feichen frowned.
The Black Raincoats tensed their bodies.
The Prophecy Vine suddenly arched its back.
The punch whipped up the wind.
The Best Survivor’s speed was, as always, very fast.
Conversely, the passage of time seemed slow.
However, in that one second where everything seemed to slow down, the Best Survivor suddenly felt a chill on the crown of his head.
At this moment, Destiny’s body curled up slightly. A faint cough escaped, and blood seeped from between her lips and teeth.
The Best Survivor stared blankly at this extremely frail girl.
Pale face, disordered breathing, vomiting blood and unable to rise—she might even faint and die in the next second. She wasn’t pretending… she really couldn’t take a hit.
In that instant, the Best Survivor finally understood the meaning behind the stabbing motion.
—If she dies, you die too.
Breaking into a cold sweat, his attack halted just at the last possible moment. An arrow loosed from the bow cannot return; stopping a strike is harder than throwing it. In this retraction, the Best Survivor nearly vomited blood himself.
And the City of Mist still did not issue a penalty—this further proved that the fallen girl truly had no power to fight back, and they just needed to wait for the thirty seconds to end.
The chill on the crown of his head finally subsided. He had finally… survived. In that moment, the Best Survivor’s heart felt even weaker than the Destiny on the ground. He murmured, “Are… are you okay, Miss… I didn’t mean to.”
It was a good thing the first move was only a probe. If he had truly struck with full force, she would probably have said goodnight on the spot.
Who would have guessed that your little VIP group was so… full of air?
Thirty seconds passed. The black side won, and the betting results were revealed.
“Goodnight, everyone.”
There were actually people who bet on Destiny.
The Black Raincoat muttered, “Their brains must’ve been bitten by a dog…”
The lights in the arena went out. In an instant, Destiny’s body was transported back to her original seat.
Her head was lowered, her breathing ragged.
“Thank goodness…” Xina, who was closest to her, immediately went over to support her. With one hand she draped the cloak back over Destiny, while her other hand, slightly trembling, pushed the crystal ball into her hand: “Can you still use the power of prophecy?”
Destiny took a breath and slowly shook her head.
Xina: “Huh, what’s this…”
They saw a small, emerald-green vine emerge from somewhere unknown, slowly extending toward Destiny.
Yu Feichen: “Amphy’s Prophecy Vine.”
He had witnessed the vine’s difficult process of squeezing out of the barrier. The barrier only targeted Amphy, not it.
“Understood.” Xina decisively plucked a leaf from the vine and fed it into Destiny’s mouth.
In the next moment, Destiny’s breathing stabilized somewhat.
The Prophecy Vine actually had a healing effect. This was the first time Yu Feichen knew about it; Amphy had never mentioned it.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Xina said, “Originally, it was just a little plant for detecting lies. But, you know, it has to be fed with blood… You said the Boss raised it, so you get it.”
A plant nourished by the blood of a god naturally contained extraordinary power. Nourished by this power, her injuries would surely heal somewhat.
Yu Feichen said nothing more.
He did not say that although this was Amphy’s vine, it drank his blood.
After all, the Goddess of Destiny’s complexion did look much better. It wasn’t considered the wrong medicine.
After consuming the vine leaf, the Goddess of Destiny leaned back in her chair to rest. Xina draped the cloak over her.
“Everything is always fair,” Xina sighed softly. “Her fundamental structure is too special, capable of bearing that power which can influence destiny. Correspondingly, her mortal shell becomes as fragile as glass. If the Boss hadn’t brought her back to the company, she would have died in early childhood, around five or six years old.”
The Goddess of Destiny’s snow-white hair was nearly transparent under the candlelight. Her breathing gradually evened out, and she seemed to have fallen asleep under the vine’s healing influence.
After confirming she was fine, the atmosphere finally relaxed. Xina playfully teased the Prophecy Vine, but the vine ignored her and crawled away, slithering onto Yu Feichen’s shoulder. It deftly tied a butterfly knot around the rabbit’s neck.
The knot was perfectly symmetrical on both sides, but the two vine tips dangling down were one long and one short, slightly asymmetrical.
This wasn’t because its knot-tying skills needed improvement, but because it itself thought this looked more aesthetically pleasing. Amphy had said so; this wasn’t Yu Feichen’s conjecture.
Xina: “Tsk tsk tsk, it can even tie a butterfly knot. They say the grade of blood your race drinks determines the grade of your talent. Little vine, your IQ is quite high. I’m tempted. Call me next time you have a meal, okay?”
Yu Feichen kept a straight face and pretended nothing happened. His only wish right now was that the Goddess of Destiny wouldn’t have any problems after taking the vine leaf.
In the arena, the Best Survivor continued to fight new opponents. His speed was fast, his life-saving techniques superb. He won three matches in a row before narrowly losing and exiting the ring, alive.
The fights in the Knight faction took longer than those of the soldiers and were more exciting, but the betting difficulty gradually increased.
Before long, a new problem arose.
It was Murphy’s turn. He was White Knight 453.
“White Knight 453, Black Knight 391, please enter the arena.”
At the time, Klaros had let out a hypocritical howl: “Don’t die, okay.”
To the ear, it sounded mostly like an act.
While Xina and the others seemed calm and unconcerned, apparently without much worry.
This time, Yu Feichen did not make an immediate judgment. He had a stereotypical impression of Murphy, which might affect the outcome of his judgment.
If Murphy was gone, no one would help Klaros place bets. He took back his own chips, leaned back in his chair, and swung his legs leisurely. He aimed his chips remotely toward the White Demon’s direction, his voice sweet and cloying: “Little Yu isn’t betting? Not like me, I’ll only bet on Big Bro~”
That’s enough.
If he says one more word, I’m going to throw up.
Murphy felt that if Klaros said even one more sentence, he wouldn’t need to enter the arena to say goodnight first.