CHAPTER 1240 THE PLAN

In the span of just half a month, the number of killing points that were bet on Darren's victory in the duel

had reached tens of millions. There were a number of people who wanted to place their bets, but since

not everyone could afford the one million killing points, the Gambling King lowered the minimum bet to

ten thousand killing points. This was the reason why so many people had joined in.

"Darren, it's been half a month, and the number of killing points that were put on you winning the fight

has far surpassed that on Caleb. He is running on only a three million killing point bet on his victory,"

said Murphy worriedly.

"There is no need to rush." Darren smiled and said, "Master Murphy, do you still have any killing points

on you? If we bet more killing points, we could make a fortune."

"Darren, don't think too far ahead. Think about how to win the battle first." Murphy shook his head,

trembling with a queasy feeling in his gut.

"Don't worry about it. I have the confidence to easily win that battle. At the very least, I can guarantee

that the Gambling King won't be able to play any tricks on me behind my back," Darren said boastfully.

"So, what's your plan? Now that the killing points bet on you winning the fight are many more than the

bets on Caleb."

If Darren managed to win this duel, the Gambling King would lose ten times the killing points people

had put in on the bet! That was to say, unless the number of killing points bet on Caleb exceeded

several hundred millions, the Gambling King would play tricks behind Darren's back.

"It's not a big problem. If I get seriously injured, the people who placed bets on me will definitely be

antsy about taking their money back, and thus increase the bet on Caleb."

"What are you going to do about that?"

"You'll find out pretty soon."

After Darren said this, he quickly soared off.

Later, Darren found Lindsay and asked her to summon General Kerr.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"I have something very important that I need you to do," said Darren, very sternly as he gave Kerr the

instructions.

"Yes, sir!" Kerr nodded and took his leave.

Darren then went to Murphy and asked, "Master Murphy, do you have many friends in the surrounding

area?"

"Why do you ask, Darren?"

"I want to ask you to invite the warriors from the different forces to a banquet. Let's enjoy ourselves for

a change."

"What the hell are you pulling here?"

"Haha, let me tell you the truth. I've arranged for one of my subordinates to attack me and seriously

injure me while everyone is enjoying themselves at the banquet." Murphy immediately understood why

Darren suddenly wanted him to hold such an event. The more people that knew that he was seriously

injured, the better.

"Alas!" Murphy gave a heavy sigh and said, "You've been so secretive with me lately. I thought you had

some kind of grand scheme ready. But it turns out that you've really just arranged for someone to

attack you? Nobody's going to believe you even if you try to pretend to be injured. They'll know.

Otherwise, if you do actually injure yourself, you will not be able to defeat Caleb on the day of battle.

This plan is completely useless."

Murphy was at a loss for words. He was terribly disappointed that Darren had been planning this for

such a long time in secret, only for it to turn out to be so utterly pointless.

"Look, Master Murphy."

When Darren spoke, he stretched out his hand. A dark aura was flashing in his palm.

As Murphy felt this aura, his expression suddenly changed and his eyes grew in shock.

"You! How did you obtain a fiendish aura?!"

There was a flicker of suspicion and hostility in Murphy's eyes as he stared daggers at Darren, awaiting

a quick explanation. In the Primitive Wilderness, the fiend race was the biggest enemy of the humans.

Almost all the humans hated the fiends to the core.

"Master Murphy, calm down. Allow me to let you read my memories." Darren then sent all of his

memories about how he had transformed into a fiend directly into Murphy's mind.

After Murphy read through these memories, the hostility in his eyes faded away.

"Good job, my boy! I see that you have actually inherited the bloodline of the fiend race?"

His face beamed with admiration for Darren.

"It just so happened to turn out that way, I guess."

"Anyway, it's a great fortune and advantage for our human race that you have this bloodline. Once you

hone your strength, it'll be easier for us to deal with the fiend race and launch a surprise attack," said

Murphy.

"Let's discuss that later, then. Allow me to explain the plan. The subordinate I arranged to attack me

also has the fiend power, and this is what he is going to use to attack me during the banquet. After he

'hurts' me, I will mobilize my fiendish aura, make it flow throughout my body, and even penetrate

through my heart. This way, no matter how they see it, I would look gravely injured."

Darren was just a normal human being in everyone's eyes. If there was fiendish aura coursing through

his body and into his heart, it would be very convincing that he was taking immense damage. As far as This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

everyone knew, the fiendish aura was extremely harmful to human beings. Once the fiendish aura was

left in a human's body, their strength and health would quickly deteriorate.

"This method to fake being seriously injured certainly sounds feasible, but you must be cautious as

well. You cannot let your subordinate get caught," said Murphy.

"Don't worry. I've already told him that he should run away as soon as he gives me a sneak palm

attack. I'll try to find a safe place for him to attack me," said Darren.

"Well, I wish you all the best in your plan." Murphy nodded and then asked, "By the way, how did your

subordinate attain this fiendish aura?"

The question suddenly came to him, having just been shocked that Darren had it as well. If Darren

obtained it through mere coincidence, how did his subordinate also have the fiendish aura?

"Master Murphy, I know some strong warriors whose bodies had partly mutated as the fiendish aura

entered their bodies. Later, I met them by chance and managed to cure them through the use of my

own fiendish aura. From then on, they also had the fiendish aura." Nothing about Darren's tone of voice

gave away the fact that he was lying right through his teeth.

Murphy nodded his head slowly as he tried to wrap his head around it. It seemed that he believed

Darren's explanation.

"Well, then I'll arrange the feast right away, saying that it's to announce and celebrate you becoming a

disciple of the Lord Starry Sword."

"I am ever so thankful, Master Murphy." Darren cupped his hands together in respect.

On an open field at the edge of the Ninth Precipitous Mountain were many tables and chairs, on which

all kinds of delicious dishes were served.

Murphy had invited people from dozens of forces to attend the banquet. He was quite the popular one,

and had many great connections in the area.

"Today I invited all of you here to introduce Darren. He is now a nominal disciple of our Lord Starry

Sword in the Starry Sword Region. I only hope that if Darren unintentionally does anything that offends

you in the future, please forgive him."

He made up an excuse for holding the banquet, and it sounded reasonable.

"Haha, since he is the nominal disciple of Lord Starry Sword, we will naturally be polite to him. Please

rest assured, Master Murphy."

"Don't worry, Master Murphy. Of course we will be nice to him for yours and Lord Starry Sword's sake."

"Well, I don't think that would be so necessary. Darren is set to duel some guy at the Celestial God

Realm. I don't think he'll survive it."

"Nonsense! I heard that Darren could kill someone a realm higher than him. Even if the opponent were

a warrior at the top level of the Celestial God Realm, when he is degraded to be at the same level as

Darren, they might lose to him, more so one at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm."

People at the banquet started to have heated discussions on Darren's strength and odds at winning the

duel as soon as Murphy finished his words.

"I happened to have bet on the old man named Caleb or something winning the duel. I think I can take

this opportunity to attack this lad and test his real strength."

Suddenly, someone soared through the air and landed right beside Darren.

"Boy, it is said that you have the strength at the upper-level of the Star God Realm. I'm Donnelly

Huang, let's fight to see if you really have the strength everyone talks about," the boastful man

sneered.

"Trust me, you are not qualified to fight me. I'm afraid that one slap from me would be enough to kill

you," spat Darren coldly.