The next day, newspapers around the globe vied to report the big news: Zhang Bin had taken first place in his group, becoming the first to advance into the top ten of the World King of Gamblers Competition.

The headlines were a colorful mix.

"China's Youngster Advances into the Top Ten of the World King of Gamblers Competition."

"The Miracle Triggered by a Tree Leaf."

"A Shocking Turnaround!"

"Why Is This Chinese Kid So Amazing?"

"The Chinese Kid, a Dark Horse Like No Other."

"Why Did All the Contestants Make Mistakes?"

"Eat shit, eat shit…"

On this day, Zhang Bin became the biggest news in the world, and countless people were discussing him.

Three days later, the highly anticipated final of the World King of Gamblers Competition arrived.

There were ten contestants in total: the American Gambling Saint Edward, American King of Gamblers Buck, China's King of Gamblers Li Yinuo, the dark horse from China Zhang Bin, Island Nation King of Gamblers Changdao Sheng, the dark horse from the Island Nation Takako Chukin, White Swan Country Gambling King Ovech, England's King of Gamblers MacArthur, the dark horse from France Hebra, and Germany's King of Gamblers Hannah. Among them, Takako Chukin from the Island Nation and Hannah from Germany were women.

The Island Nation King of Gamblers, Changdao Sheng, had indeed demonstrated great strength by seizing first place in the second group to advance. However, he still hadn't managed to eat the bowl of shit he had prepared that day, which disappointed many spectators.

But today, even more spectators were filled with anticipation, eager to see the outcome of the bet between Zhang Bin and Changdao Sheng. Who would win, who would lose, and who would end up eating shit?

At this moment, the ten top-tier masters had entered the arena. They stood proudly at the center of the venue, eliciting enthusiastic cheers from the massive crowd, though occasional discordant voices could be heard.

"Changdao Sheng, eat shit!"

"Changdao Sheng, did you eat the shit you prepared the other day?"

Of course, these were the shouts from Ma Rufei and Chen Chaoyue. Some Chinese spectators followed suit, and not to be outdone, the spectators from the Island Nation shouted back frantically. The scene descended into chaos.

Changdao Sheng walked up to Zhang Bin, staring at him fiercely. "Kid," he said with a malicious grin, "your good luck is bound to run out today. You're destined to eat shit!"

"Changdao Sheng, you idiot, you'll soon find out what eating shit tastes like," Zhang Bin retorted, a wicked smile playing on his lips as if he could already envision the beautiful scene of Changdao Sheng's humiliating meal.

A mocking expression hung on the American commentator's face. "Dear audience, they've already squared off! Let's look forward with great anticipation to see which one of them ends up eating shit…"

The spectators were naturally even more excited, wishing the competition would begin immediately.

This was the final, so naturally, it wouldn't be simple. The competition consisted of several events, and the final rankings would be determined by the total amount of money each contestant won.

The first event was cards. Each player received one million in chips to play Stud Poker with two decks of cards. The time limit was two hours, and rankings for this round would be based on the amount of money won. However, this was not the final event; other forms of gambling would follow, also starting with a million in chips. After all, the World King of Gamblers must be a master of various Gambling Skills, not just card games.

The ten contestants drew lots and were split into two groups of five, each group seated around a circular table. Each group had two croupiers: one responsible for shuffling and the other for cutting the deck. Cutting the deck involved tossing a card from a distance to insert it into the stack. To prevent any possibility of collusion or cheating, the croupier cutting the deck was not allowed to watch the shuffling.

The shuffling was done in front of the players. The croupier was a very tall American with large hands and impressive technique. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH. The cards were neatly interleaved in a crisscross pattern, with several flourishes added for effect. The display was dazzling, demonstrating an overwhelming skill that possessed a unique kind of beauty.

All ten contestants were supreme experts in the world of gambling, each endowed with miraculous Special Abilities, often in multiple areas. In card games, players with a Clairvoyance Ability had a distinct advantage. However, because it was Stud Poker, even clairvoyance wasn't a guarantee. One might see good cards coming, but if other players folded and didn't follow the bet, those cards would never come into play. Therefore, superb Gambling Skills were needed to complement any Special Ability.

Furthermore, players with an extremely powerful memory also had a significant advantage. They could memorize the sequence of cards as the croupier shuffled, potentially tracking every single card. This made the game feel as natural as a fish in water, an advantage on par with the Clairvoyance Ability. Of course, there were even more mysterious Special Abilities, far more powerful than clairvoyance and memory.

Zhang Bin happened to possess an extraordinarily strong memory ability. However, if he hadn't practiced for a month in the Virtual World, he would not have been able to memorize the card order. It required special techniques and a great deal of practice. In fact, even now, he could just barely remember the entire sequence of one deck, and it was a strain. The croupier shuffled so quickly that it was dizzying to watch.

He also had his Divine Sense, which could have assisted him. Unfortunately, because Divine Sense was considered too powerful, its use was forbidden here, with special restrictions in place. The cards were specially made; one could see the suit and number with the naked eye, but they were coated with a special material that blocked Divine Sense from permeating them. Consequently, the Divine Sense of contestants who had cultivated to the Liquid State was rendered useless.

Soon, under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, the game began.

Zhang Bin was in the second group, along with Island Nation King of Gamblers Changdao Sheng, Germany's King of Gamblers Hannah, America's King of Gamblers Buck, and the dark horse from France, Hebra. The two groups competed simultaneously.

The first card was quickly dealt. In Stud Poker, the first card is a hole card, kept hidden from other players. Then, the second card was dealt face-up. Zhang Bin's face-up card wasn't great—just a six of hearts. The player with the highest card was surprisingly the French dark horse, Hebra, who had a king of spades. He placed the first bet, a mere 10,000 USD, seemingly as a tentative probe. The other four naturally called.

Only when the third card was dealt did players begin to fold. Zhang Bin folded as well; his hand was simply too poor, and Hebra already had a pair of kings showing, a formidable hand. Furthermore, the others likely suspected that Hebra's hole card was also a king, so they all folded in unison, each losing their initial 10,000 USD.

Then, something strange happened. For five consecutive rounds, Hebra won every single hand. Everyone else lost, their faces turning green from the mounting losses.

"How is this possible?"

All the contestants stared at Hebra as if he were a monster, barely believing their own eyes. They all possessed special abilities, yet not one of them could secure a single win? Could this guy be cheating?

Even Zhang Bin was filled with suspicion. Tutu, what's going on?

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