The war gods on Jiang Kai's side were all dumbfounded, scared silly by his actions.
They were already sure they couldn't win, this guy was just there to make up the numbers, yet now he even complained that the wager was too small.
Tech Bro's body jolted, eyes wide with horror as he looked at the man on stage.
"Didn't see before that he was a madman!"
Several injured war gods suddenly felt like dying—was the last one to go up seriously not an undercover agent from the enemy side?
Not only Jiang Kai's people were shocked, even the enemy's side was stunned.
War God Number Eight took a long time to react, thinking he had misheard.
"You said… the bet's too small? What do you mean by that?"
Jiang Kai smiled faintly.
"All of you are war god-level experts. For the stake to be just entry into this training camp—I think it doesn't match your status."
"Yo, I didn't mishear, right? You mean you want to raise the stakes?"
"That's right. Now I'm the only one left on our side, so I'm the one who calls the shots. I think we should increase the bet—only then will it be interesting."
"Hahahahaha!" The enemy's group burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"There's really such a good deal?"
But War God Number Nine shouted at the top of his lungs from below the stage,
"Kid, what do you mean by this? Are you one of their people?!"
Others also roared out,
"He's obviously on their side! The wager was already set, it can't be changed!"
"Exactly, who does he think he is, he can't represent all of us!"
Jiang Kai looked toward War God Number Nine, just worrying about how to persuade his own people to raise the stakes.
At that moment, War God Number Eight beat him to it, snapping at Number Nine,
"It's not your turn to speak. Right now he's the only one on stage. If you disagree with his proposal, then why don't you go up there yourself?"
"Little brother, tell us, how do you want to change the bet?"
The situation had gotten complicated—War God Number Eight actually spoke in Jiang Kai's favor, even kindly calling him "little brother"…
Jiang Kai said calmly,
"How about this: whoever loses, their whole side withdraws from the War God Hall, whether it's the Huaxia War God Hall or the regional ones. How about it, seniors?"
The crowd went into an uproar once again.
Before, it was only about quitting the training camp, but now Jiang Kai was demanding withdrawal from the War God Hall itself!
"Hahahaha! Good! That's a great wager! We accept!" War God Number Eight immediately laughed.
War God Number Nine shoved aside the people next to him, roaring,
"Why should we increase the stakes just because he says so? I don't agree! The bet can't change!"
Jiang Kai shook his head—looked like he still had to calm his own people down.
"Seniors, your side has already agreed to my wager, right?"
Number Eight and Number Three exchanged glances with their own side, especially looking toward Number One. Seeing the big brother nod, Number Eight said,
"We agree."
Jiang Kai smiled faintly.
"Then I'll go convince our side. Please give me a moment."
"Go ahead."
The moment Jiang Kai jumped off the stage, he was immediately surrounded by his people.
They were extremely agitated.
"You despicable rat, stabbing us in the back!"
"Who the hell are you?! I don't care about training camp rules anymore, I won't let you off!"
Looking at the furious faces around him, Jiang Kai had to raise his voice.
"Stop! Let me say a few words to some of the war gods, alright? I'm not running away. You can at least spare me the time it takes to speak, can't you?"
Others were about to retort, but then War God Number Nine bellowed,
"Let him talk!"
As the leader of the group, once he spoke, the others finally quieted down.
Jiang Kai got his chance to walk up to War God Number Nine. He crouched down and whispered a few words in his ear.
Number Nine's expression shifted from anger to shock in just a few seconds.
"You're saying you are…"
Jiang Kai quickly cut him off, continuing in a low voice,
"Brother, if you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you right now."
His method of proof was simple—he directly canceled Number Nine's national soul blessing state.
Realizing his national soul had disappeared, War God Number Nine was completely convinced.
Jiang Kai then restored his state and smiled.
"Do you believe me now?"
Number Nine nodded, but soon frowned again.
"But… even so, they still have three people left. The strongest one hasn't even moved yet. And you're not even at the transcendent level yet—are you sure you can win?"
Jiang Kai snorted coldly.
"These people don't deserve to be in the War God Hall in the first place. I'm just helping clean out these rotten apples. As for whether I can beat them—Brother, trust me!"
"I was too focused on watching your battle earlier and forgot to cancel their national soul states. Only when I needed to prove my identity did I remember."
Jiang Kai had been the holder of the national soul for months now, and he had never thought of canceling someone else's blessing before, so he had forgotten he even had this right.
War God Number Nine fell silent for a moment, looking into Jiang Kai's eyes beneath his mask.
"I've heard all about your deeds. You've created miracles over and over, completing missions we all thought impossible."
"Kid, I believe you! You decide the wager, I'll help persuade the others."
Jiang Kai smiled slightly, patting Brother Nine's shoulder, then glanced at his mangled thigh.
"Thank you, brother. Don't worry, I'll settle this score with them for you later."
With his people's support secured, Jiang Kai stepped back into the ring.
"Did you convince them?" War God Number Eight asked with concern.
Jiang Kai smiled faintly, then looked at Number Nine.
"We also agree to raise the stakes!" Number Nine declared loudly, then explained to his side,
"You don't have to believe him. Whatever happens afterward, I'll take responsibility!"
With his words, though they were still doubtful, the others stopped openly opposing.
Jiang Kai nodded to Number Nine, then turned to Number Eight.
"It's settled then. The bet is officially changed. If we lose, all our war gods leave the War God Hall. If you lose, all of you leave the War God Hall."
"Good!" Number Eight laughed.
"In that case, let's begin."
"Kid, for giving us such a big gift, don't worry, I'll make it quick for you."
The smiling Jiang Kai suddenly turned cold, speaking in a frosty tone,
"Sorry. Too bad—I never intended to make it quick for you."
"You people bully the weak, yet dare call yourselves war gods? Of course, even if you didn't, I still wouldn't spare you."
His sudden change of face was so fast even Number Eight didn't react in time.
"So, you really mean to fight us for real?"
Jiang Kai's voice was ice.
"If not for real, what, play house with you? Enough talk. Weren't there three of you? All three, come at once."
War God Number Nine, who just had a sliver of hope, instantly broke out in cold sweat when he heard that.
"This kid… can't you fight one by one? Why must you challenge three at once?"
But before he could finish, Jiang Kai changed his words again.
"I'll even give you a bonus—Number One, Number Three, Number Seven, Number Eight. The four of you, come together!"
All four of them were from the God-Slaying Guild.
Jiang Kai had never come here for the duel—he came for the God-Slaying Guild!
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