Because Zhang Bin drew group one again, his group's competition started immediately.

However, Changdao Sheng, who was previously in the same group as Zhang Bin, was not in the same group this time; he had drawn group two.

Therefore, all nine of his opponents came from other groups, but each one was a superb gambling expert, with three of them bearing the nickname "King of Gamblers."

Among them was the Brazilian King of Gamblers, Silva, a master gambler with a control-type Special Ability.

She was around forty years old, past the prime of her youth, but since she had maintained herself so well, she still retained much of her stunning charm. Furthermore, as a super-rich individual, she exuded a strong aura of wealth and carried herself with an excellent demeanor.

This woman's confidence was almost tangible, making many people feel deeply apprehensive. It was clear that her control-type Special Ability was no weaker than Hanbing Yun's, having reached the point where she could control people's minds.

After all, weren't all the contestants powerful Superpower Users or Cultivators? Yet they were still affected by her.

Silva also observed Zhang Bin with a curious gaze, a hint of surprise on her face. She was surprised because she noticed that Zhang Bin was not at all affected by her control-type Special Ability.

What a strange young man, Silva muttered to herself. However, it's impossible for him to advance. In this group, only I can.

"Dear audience, the second round of the World King of Gamblers Competition is about to begin, and group one is kicking things off! They are all super experts who distinguished themselves in the first round... but only one of the ten can advance. How cruel is that? Now, let's watch their divine dice-shaking skills..." the commentator began to shout excitedly.

The camera immediately focused on the competition venue.

"Contestant number one, come roll the dice..." a referee called out sternly.

The first contestant was an American, around forty years old and lean, with lively eyes. His hands were exceptionally well-cared-for, with nails neatly trimmed and long, powerful fingers. He looked like he was born to be a professional gambler.

He walked confidently over to the special dice-shaking area.

The area was like a sentry box, with walls made of transparent, ordinary glass—definitely not bulletproof glass. Yet even this simple setup was enough to prevent any external interference from Superpower Users. Inside, contestants could concentrate fully on shaking the dice cup.

Of course, there were two referees inside, both of whom were Supernatural Experts capable of determining if a contestant was cheating.

In fact, in this round, the use of Special Abilities was permitted. If you used a control-type Special Ability to manipulate the points on the dice, that was allowed. Using Telekinesis to control the points on the dice was likewise permitted. However, you had to shake the dice cup continuously, without any pause. The instant you stopped, you had to take your hands off the dice cup, and you could no longer use your Special Ability.

Of course, there were many ways to cheat, like swapping the competition's dice with rigged ones while shaking them. That would allow for any desired outcome.

Under the gaze of countless viewers, contestant number one began to shake the dice cup. His expression was serious, but his technique seemed simple. He carefully shook it a few times before quickly slamming the cup down on the table. To an ordinary person, there was no mystery to it.

But the gambling experts could tell that contestant number one had excellent skills. He had reached a level of supreme proficiency. And that last shake, nine times out of ten, had produced a leopard.

Only after contestant number one stepped back did the referee lift the dice cup.

Indeed, inside were six sixes.

A leopard! It was really a leopard!

At this moment, the entire audience was shocked. Their faces showed utter disbelief, and they murmured in amazement, completely at a loss as to how contestant number one had managed it.

Meanwhile, the American spectators erupted into wild cheers, frantically shouting, "Leopard! Leopard! Mike, you're awesome! Mike, you're number one! Mike, I love you!"

Next, contestant number two was up. This man was from Korea, and he was impressive as well, also rolling a leopard. This caused the Korean audience to erupt into a frenzy of cheers.

Soon, four more contestants took their turns, and all of them rolled leopards.

Zhang Bin grew secretly apprehensive. From the way things were going, it seemed one would have to roll a leopard five times in a row to win. Even then, rolling a leopard five times might not guarantee advancement. If two or more people achieved it, there would have to be a tie-breaker with one or more additional rolls. The most troublesome part was that the glass barrier made it impossible for him to use Telekinesis to interfere with the other contestants.

"Contestant number seven, on stage!" the referee shouted.

Contestant number seven was Zhang Bin. Therefore, almost all eyes in the audience were on him.

Zhang Bin wasn't flustered. He walked inside and carefully shook the dice.

However, the result was not good: just five sixes and one five. It was not a leopard.

His score immediately dropped to the bottom.

In truth, such a score was already excellent. But compared to the other contestants, who had all rolled leopards, his technique seemed lacking.

"Oh no, Zhang Bin is going to lose." The expressions of the three beauties, Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, and Betty, changed dramatically.

The expressions of all the Chinese spectators changed drastically as well. The villagers from Sanchahe Village, who had high hopes for Zhang Bin, grew especially worried.

Because the situation indicated that Zhang Bin's dice-shaking technique was not yet perfect, which was why he hadn't rolled a leopard.

Zhang Bin now had the lowest score. If any other contestant—no, if just one contestant—managed to roll five leopards, Zhang Bin would have no chance of advancing.

If he couldn't advance, Zhang Bin would lose his bet to Changdao Sheng. The Island Nation's King of Gamblers naturally had very well-rounded skills and a high likelihood of advancing himself.

At this moment, Changdao Sheng, who was watching from the audience, burst into maniacal laughter. "HAHAHA... HAHAHA! Zhang Bin, so it's finally your turn to suffer! Just you wait, I'm going to make you eat shit. I'll go prepare a steaming bowl of it right now!"

Changdao Sheng had been drawn for the second group.

Since a match like this didn't take much time, it was certain they could get through two or even more groups today. So, if Zhang Bin failed to advance while Changdao Sheng did, the outcome of their bet would be decided. Preparing a bowl of shit was, therefore, very necessary.

Sure enough, the bastard eagerly dashed out and returned with a large bowl of shit. Of course, he had it wrapped tightly in a plastic bag to keep the stench from escaping.

The commentator seized on this chance to make the viewership ratings soar, pointing directly at Changdao Sheng as he shouted, "Friends in the audience, have you noticed what the Island Nation's King of Gamblers, Changdao Sheng, has prepared?"

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