CHAPTER 1238 AGREED

When King Winfred proposed that Darren and Caleb duel, Murphy objected, for he knew that Darren

would be killed.

However, when King Winfred told him that he had a unique divine weapon called the "Realm-equalizing

Arena," Murphy's concerns subsided.

"Darren, what do you think?" asked Murphy.

"What is the Realm-equalizing Arena?" Darren's curiosity had been piqued, and he wanted to know

more about this weapon before deciding.

"It's simple. As its name implies, once two opponents step in the arena, their realms will become the

same," Murphy explained as he knew something about this divine weapon.

"Yes, you are right. A big force specially used this weapon to solve conflicts a long time ago," King

Winfred added.

"If that's the case, then let's fight to the death." Darren shot a cold gaze at Caleb. He wasn't afraid of

anyone.

"Don't play these tricks. Just come with me obediently." To everyone's surprise, Caleb wasn't

interested.

"Ha-ha!" Murphy laughed contemptuously. "Old bastard, are you afraid?"

"Who do you think you are, Murphy? I'm a dignified person. Wouldn't I be degrading myself by fighting

this guy? Humph!" Caleb's face darkened.

"Old bastard, if that is what you think, how about I duel you? Will you still take advantage of your

seniority and back off?"

Murphy was the leader of a branch of the Starry Sword Sect. He was not inferior to Caleb in terms of

status. After all, the force behind Caleb was just a clan.

"Murphy, if you continue to mess around, I will kill Darren right here. Do you think you can stop me?"

Caleb's face darkened even more as he threatened Murphy.

"You can try,"

Murphy replied with a condescending smirk and was about to make a move.

At this time, Darren raised a hand to stop the exchange between the two seniors. He glared at Caleb

and said, "You've been a martial arts practitioner for so many years, and the people you've battled must

have been a lot stronger than me. So, why is it that you don't dare to duel with me? You are such a

coward. If the younger members of your clan learn about this, they will laugh at you. Aren't you worried

about being mocked?"

"Bullshit!" Caleb became furious. "If I want to kill you, it'll be as easy as squashing a dog. Why should I

give you a chance?"

"Oh? Still objecting, aren't you? That proves that you're afraid. Let me tell you this. If your level were

equal to mine, killing you would be easier than executing a dog!" Darren replied coldly.

Caleb's fury intensified to such an extent that he felt like magma was flowing through his veins. He took

a deep breath to stop himself from losing his temper.

Darren smirked and continued to provoke him. "How about this? I will give you one chance. If you can

defeat me when we are at the same realm, I will be your slave forever. However, if you choose not to

fight me, I will never yield, not even to the chief gods."

Astonishment replaced the anger Caleb felt when he heard Darren's conditions.

Getting revenge for the children of his clan had not been his ultimate goal. He just wanted to obtain a

Defiant Master as his slave.

But if he fought now, it would be impossible for him to capture Darren alive. Contrary to his plans, he

would have to fight Darren and kill him. Moreover, the chances of him winning weren't very high. After

all, his opponent had a swordsman at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm to protect him.

So, Caleb hesitated.

With his years of cultivation experience and powerful cultivation methods, it was easy for him to deal

with such a young and inexperienced boy.

"Caleb, I believe the terms are fair enough for you to agree."

King Winfred had proposed this battle. Once Darren and Caleb agreed, none of the powerful figures

supporting Darren or Caleb would see King Winfred as biased.

"Well, then I will enslave you for the rest of your life."

Caleb finally nodded.

"Huh! Show me how you will do that!" Darren sneered.

"Don't start now," King Winfred laughed. "I'll give you one month to prepare, and then I'll send you to

the arena. What do you think?"

"No need," Darren refused as he continued to stare at Caleb.

It was true that he was at the upper-level of the Domain God Realm, but the strength he could display

was at the upper-level of the Star God Realm, a realm higher than the former. It was rare to see such

an occurrence in the entire Primitive Wilderness, and he had no reason to be afraid of Caleb.

"You refused the time to improve? But I would revel in the panic you would feel for that month," Caleb

agreed instead.

Darren sneered. He wondered if Caleb was afraid and wanted the time to find a way to deal with him.

"Since Caleb is giving Darren a chance to prepare, this matter is settled. The duel will begin in a

month," announced King Winfred.

"Ha-ha-ha, good! This will be a fascinating battle. King Winfred, don't you want to bet on such an

interesting game?"

With a burst of laughter, a middle-aged man with stubble on his face suddenly flew over.

"Ha-ha! Maxwell Tang, what brings you here?" King Winfred responded nonchalantly.

"What is so strange about my presence? Wherever there is a game, you'll find me. How about the bet,

huh? Let's start from one million killing points," the middle-aged man suggested. His eyes sparkled with

excitement as he spoke.

"Who is he, Master Murphy?" Darren leaned toward Murphy and whispered.

"This person is not simple. He is another one of the three kings. People call him the Gambling King

because he is addicted to betting and often wagers his life. Although he looks a little scruffy, he's

definitely the strongest among the three kings. He also has a powerful background," Murphy whispered

to Darren.

With a nod of understanding, Darren continued, "By the way, Master Murphy, what's the use of the

killing points? Why do they wager with them?"

"Killing points are crucial in the Tussle Region. As long as you have enough killing points, you can own

anything. You can even exchange your killing points for an opportunity to leave the Tussle Region. But,

that will be an astronomical figure that few people can get.

But then again, a person who has that many killing points would have the strength to enter and exit the

region at will," explained Murphy.

"Killing points sound useful, indeed. Besides, I heard that they could be used to exchange items. Is that

true?"

"Yes, they can be traded for anything, including the divine pattern fragments."

"I see. It seems that I have to collect more killing points in the future." Darren had heard about killing

points when he first came to the Tussle Region, but he didn't pay much attention.

"Maxwell, you know that I never gamble. You'd better find someone else," King Winfred refused with a

frown.

"Tsk, Tsk. You are so cowardly. Okay, I'd better find the other old guys. I'll make a fortune this time," the

Gambling King appeared excited as he muttered.

"Please wait a moment, sir. About the bet that you mentioned, can you tell me how would you like to

proceed?"

Darren asked. His sudden question made everyone, including Murphy, who was beside him, look at

him strangely.

The Gambling King turned and looked at Darren with interest. He said with a faint smile, "Young man, ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

do you enjoy gambling as well? Would you like to bet in this game? It's a pity that you are one of the

battling opponents in the duel. I believe that means you cannot bet."

"Even though I can't join, that doesn't mean that Master Murphy can't bet. Can you tell us the rules,

please?" Darren smiled.