Chapter 375: Borrowing Rules!
The obsidian ring gleamed with a cold, hard luster under the illumination of the ghostly flames.
The Arachne, Spider Witch, moved all eight legs in unison; her scythe-like walking legs tapped against the ground, actually striking out sparks.
Her abdomen suddenly contracted, and sticky silver-white spider webs shot out like lightning, instantly wrapping the Headless Knight and his Nether Horse into a giant cocoon.
"Now!"
Arachne shrieked, seizing the momentum to throw the poisonous spear in her hand with full force!
The spear shaft tore through the air, trailing a streak of sickly green light—victory was in sight!
However, in the next second, black fog as thick as ink surged out from the gaps in the cocoon. Upon touching the black fog, the tough spider webs disintegrated inch by inch like melting snow meeting boiling water, turning into flying ash.
Amidst the rolling black fog, ghostly blue flames lit up in the gaps of the Headless Knight's armor.
With his left hand controlling the reins, he made the Nether Horse leap sideways, narrowly brushing past the poison spear. His right hand raised the giant scythe, the aura of death wrapping around the blade, condensing silently.
Arachne's compound eyes reflected the black shadow rushing towards her, her pupils shrinking abruptly. Her eight legs retreated rapidly, poison glands compressing, attempting to spew more, denser webs to block the enemy—
But the sound of horse hooves, like the drumbeats of doom, had already arrived at her ears.
The pitch-black scythe blade drew a desolate, cold arc, carrying a screech that tore through space, flashing past in an instant.
Arachne's movements froze abruptly. She looked down—a blood line filled with black fog slowly appeared on her upper body, which was as white as jade, with a slender waist and large chest.
"It hurts—!"
Intense pain surged like a tide, making her vision go black, and her upper body slowly slid down along the smooth cut.
The Headless Knight reined in his horse behind her, the Death Scythe pointing obliquely at the ground. Ghostly blue flames burned silently in the empty neck armor—cool as hell!
"The winner is decided!"
The demon host leaped onto the ring at the right moment, announcing excitedly with a slightly husky voice: "Let us congratulate Mr. Black Forest of the Headless Knight clan for advancing to the next round!"
The medical staff on standby by the ring also rushed forward, stabilizing the Spider Witch's injuries with healing magic while lifting her heavily injured form onto a stretcher to carry her to the emergency room.
Their movements were extremely practiced!
"..."
Zone F, First Class Spectator Seats—
"Congratulate my ass!"
Jashin-chan clenched her fists, jumped up from her seat, and cursed loudly. Then, gritting her teeth, she shouted unwillingly: "Damn it, I lost again!"
What the hell! She had lost three times in a row!
Losing so much made Jashin-chan start to doubt life. Was her judgment really that bad?
Whoever she bet on lost...
Who could she complain to about this injustice!
"..."
Ryohei sat on the side with his legs crossed, leaning back on the single sofa, drinking several mouthfuls of the beverage provided by the Colosseum with a gulp gulp gulp.
To be honest, the fighting tournament in the Demon World was indeed exciting, like watching a blockbuster movie, complete with "special effects."
He watched with great gusto!
趁着 the next match hadn't started yet, Ryohei turned his head sideways, the corners of his mouth curling up at Jashin-chan, and teased: "Speaking of which, Jashin-chan's gambling luck has always been terrible."
"If I had known earlier, I should have bought some too. Betting against you, I reckon I could have made a fortune."
"Rubbing salt in the wound."
(￣y▽￣)~*
Lucoa covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
"Servant, you guy...!" Jashin-chan flushed red with anger on the spot. She looked at Ryohei indignantly and waved her hand vigorously: "Do you think I'll keep losing?"
"Damn it! It's just a coincidence!"
"I have a premonition, I will definitely win the next round!"
"Standard gambler's speech!"
( ﹁ ﹁ )
Minos glanced sideways at Jashin-chan and roasted: "If you have money to give to the Colosseum, why not pay me back a little first? That 2 million Yen... you've owed me for centuries!"
"What do you mean 'give to the Colosseum'!"
Jashin-chan leaned back, looked at Minos unhappily, waved her hand, and said dryly: "Don't rush! When I win, I'll pay you back, with principal and interest!"
"Then it's doomed! I guess I won't be getting this money back!"
Minos looked "hopeless" and turned to lie down in Ryohei's arms—she was sitting on Ryohei's left.
"Poor child."
Ryohei took the opportunity to pat her head, feeling that Minos' hair quality was excellent, very smooth.
"Money lent out must be accompanied by the resolve that it will never come back! This is the so-called rule of borrowing money!"
Jashin-chan put her hands on her waist, grinning without the slightest embarrassment; on the contrary, she was a little proud.
"Kyon-Kyon."
Ran-Ran turned slightly, covering her lips lightly with a small hand, and whispered a reminder to her sister: "Don't lend Jashin-chan money in the future; she won't pay it back."
"Mn." Kyon-Kyon nodded seriously.
She wasn't some ATM; her money was earned through hard work. If borrowing meant not returning, she definitely wouldn't lend it!
"Hey—! I heard that!"
Jashin-chan's ears twitched. She turned to look at Kyon-Kyon and Ran-Ran, pretending to wipe away non-existent tears pitifully, and said in a sad tone: "Aren't we friends? Why aren't you willing to help me?"
"Don't you have any idea why in your heart!" Ryohei couldn't help but complain.
Suddenly feeling the urge to urinate, he patted Minos' slender and round shoulder, signaling her to get up from his arms, then stood up and said: "I'm going to the restroom."
"I'll take you." Minos also stood up.
"No need."
Ryohei pressed her back down and smiled: "I can find it by following the signs myself. You guys continue watching the fighting tournament."
After speaking, he walked past Lucoa and Pekola, heading towards the exit along the aisle.
"..."
Arriving at the restroom, relieving himself, and washing his hands, Ryohei prepared to return to the spectator seats.
However, just as his front foot stepped out of the restroom, a thick, giant hand covered in scales grabbed towards him...
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