Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

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She even pulled him aside to a corner, feeling very mature at the time, and told Meng Yu, "We are friends, we shouldn't think about all this messy stuff before starting college. Pinky promise, okay?"

Yes, that day, the boy nodded.

"We shouldn't think about all this messy stuff!"

The boy lay vulnerably in her arms, a large hole in his chest; he was dead, she had won, and she was at a loss, yet her heart was pounding fiercely, as if something was calling her to embark on a grand adventure of youth!

He was willing to die for her!

Countless eyes watched everything that happened on the scene, and numerous people cursed out loud. The odds for Meng Yu's match were extremely low because there was simply no chance for him to lose. Many people went all-in, after all, a hundred-to-three payoff was better than the overnight interest rate. Flying Boat models, here we come, thanks to Immortal Sect for throwing money at us!

But Meng Yu actually lost; he didn't fight back, letting the girl stab him to death!

WTF!

Of course, there were old gamblers who said, "I've seen this kind of scene before."

There once were a boy and girl with a significant difference in strength, and then they met in a match... and they had met on the beach just a few days before the match and fell in love at first sight.

And these two bashful types didn't dare to express their feelings, but during the match, they started using Lovers' Devotion Sword and Adulterous Couple's Sword together in such sync that they stopped competing and cheerfully struck up a conversation right there in the arena. They dragged it out till time ended and ended up with a draw!

That match had the audience clamoring for a refund, infuriating the parents to near bursting aneurysms.

The parents of each party already had feuds, and in the end, the two even shared a kiss!

Otherwise, why do you think Immortal Sect set the odds for Little Swallow's win at one-to-ninety instead of one-to-three hundred?

Why do you think everyone likes to bet on these low-level matches?

At least, someone placed a bet on Meng Yu losing (being killed)!

There's always some idiot trying to impress a girl with a bet!

One to ninety!

As for whether any Immortal Sect big shot or Outer Domain Golden Core got wind of Meng Yu and Little Swallow's interaction and suddenly started betting big in the Outer Domain before the match, cornering the market... well, hehe.

...

Upon opening his eyes, he was back at the resting spot. Dying once was indeed a strange experience: being pierced through the heart with a sword, blood flowing out, body going limp, experiencing all sorts of pain, then death.

A Wooden Puppet waited at the door to prevent those who faked death from being overly traumatized and encountering problems. But Meng Yu didn't have such issues.

He stepped out of the room and headed down to the cafeteria. Along the way, seeing people's varied expressions when they saw Meng Yu, and of course, many gave him a thumbs-up, signaling, "Big bro, you're awesome."

To give up the competition for a girl!

Hmm, Meng Yu had never thought about always winning or even being in the top ten.

He was different from the other high school students who aspired to be first. Wearing a prison uniform, he really shouldn't attract too much attention.

If he made it into the top ten or even first place, that would be like slapping the Immortal Sect's judicial system on both cheeks.

Imagine it: a star-studded feast watched by the entire Star Domain, countless elite students taking the stage, and then a bald prisoner in a uniform takes first place. What would allied nations think, how would the public react, and what if others started to imitate him...

A tall tree catches the wind - the more famous you are, the stricter Immortal Sect's legal system becomes. It's better not to come first but just to make it into the top hundred or so. Then people will recognize your potential and be able to help you quietly.

The reason he participated in the competition was just for reputation and to build his own image, and to see if he could get a Golden Core rich lady to sponsor him.

A high school student who took a wrong turn, yet who was otherwise normal.

So what could be more impressive than being a fool who would rather lose for a girl he secretly admired?

Especially letting her stab him to death - such romance is probably something those bystanders would never forget in their lifetimes!

Which Golden Core rich lady would fancy him?

"You!"

Full of indignation, the girl sat in front of Meng Yu, her eyes seemingly a touch red.

She had won against Meng Yu, but she was not happy at all!

"Little Swallow, look, you won, didn't you? My hand just cramped up all of a sudden, and then..."

Meng Yu said with a smile, while the girl's eyes grew redder.

"You could have made it into the top ten!"

Little Swallow said through gritted teeth.

Being in the top ten came with rich rewards and the attention of countless big shots. The competition used both a point system and an elimination system, and Meng Yu's loss meant a big deduction of points, making it harder to catch up later.

"I don't care about that; I just didn't want to hurt you."

"I told you, it's a virtual competition!"

"Relax, I really couldn't dodge it, and you shouldn't be sad. Look how amazing you are, beating me just like that. In ten or a hundred years, you can tell your grandkids, 'See, the Nascent Soul Cultivator Meng Yu was also defeated by my hand back then.'

"Psh, who wants to have kids!"

Her cheeks were flushed with red, puffed up, like a shy little cat.

"Ah, I've already thought of our child's name, it will be Meng Yanyan, ah..."

"Psh!"

The girl spit at him angrily, a sweet feeling in her heart nonetheless.

Meng Yu this time, she knew just how great his sacrifice was.

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