"Phew~ This is what you call a fifty percent chance of winning? I felt like I almost died," Wang Qi said, panting heavily.
He looked down at the treasure chest monster that was nearly shattered beneath his feet, the creature resembling more a mimic than anything. Its long tongue bristled with barbs that could rip off a chunk of flesh with a single lick.
Moreover, it was incredibly tenacious. He had used up all three of his malicious charges, and only then, barely, did he manage to kill it—physically too, since those malicious charges were more about control than actual damage, with the psychological hurt being only an add-on.
"Exactly, a fifty percent chance of winning, win or lose, and you just won," Gu Shanhai stated righteously.
"You make it sound so reasonable. Anyway, where's the treasure?" Though Wang Qi couldn't refute Gu Shanhai's words, his attention wasn't on this discrepancy but rather on the treasure itself.
