Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

"I lose my legs, you lose your life. I think that's a fair trade. Besides, I have a way to get my legs back."

A venomous look of resentment appeared on Edward's face as a sharp dagger materialized in his hand. He sat on the ground and sealed the blood vessels in his legs, then brutally hacked off both of his lower legs with the dagger.

Despite having sealed the blood vessels, blood still flowed out, staining the ground red. Though Edward was tough and merciless, the pain turned his face deathly pale.

"My God, he really broke his own legs! He actually kept his word."

"What an idiot, cutting off his own legs like that."

"What a brutal World Gamblers' Championship... but man, is it exciting!"

"..."

Countless people shouted in shock.

Mother Zhang looked smug. He's courting death by fighting my son, she thought, but inwardly she was screaming, I will never let him participate in this so-called World Gamblers' Championship again! It's too dangerous!

In fact, immense wealth is always tainted with blood and never easily obtained. Disaster doesn't just fall from the sky unless you're an ordinary person without much wealth. A tycoon without powerful bodyguards might not survive a single day. This was the cruel reality Mother Zhang had never truly grasped before, but now, she was beginning to understand. Naturally, she was unwilling to let her son take such risks.

Buck hurried over, picked up Edward, and forfeited the final round.

As Buck carried him away, Edward clutched his own severed legs and glared sideways at Zhang Bin. "The moment you step out of here is the day you die, Zhang Bin," he snarled. "Your head will soon be in my hands, and I'll use it as a urinal."

Zhang Bin was completely unfazed. He looked at Edward as if he were already a dead man. "You should be the one making funeral arrangements, because you're going to die very soon," he said in a low voice. "And tell your Hell Organization to prepare extra coffins. You don't want to be caught unprepared."

"We'll see about that," Edward replied, his gaze like ice.

Soon after, they departed.

The final round of the competition was listening to the dice. Zhang Bin's own ability in this area was admittedly inferior to others, but he had a divine artifact: Tutu. Tutu could analyze the roll of the dice by sound with far greater sensitivity than any human ear. Therefore, even without his Clairvoyant Sight, he achieved an excellent score and easily won the championship of the World Gamblers' Championship.

The top ten rankings were then announced.

First place, China's Zhang Bin.

Second place, China's King of Gamblers, Li Yinuo.

Third place, White Swan Country's King of Gamblers, Ovech.

Fourth place, England's King of Gamblers, McArthur.

Fifth place, Germany's King of Gamblers, Hannah.

Sixth place, Island Nation's dark horse, Togashi Tokako.

Seventh place, France's dark horse, Hebra.

Eighth place, Island Nation's King of Gamblers, Nagashima Masaru.

Ninth place, America's King of Gamblers, Buck.

Tenth place, America's Gambling Saint, Edward.

"Hahaha… Zhang Bin won! Zhang Bin is the World's King of Gamblers!"

When Zhang Bin stepped onto the podium to lift the championship trophy, the Chinese flag was raised, and the national anthem began to play. The entire Chinese audience erupted in cheers, their hearts swelling with pride.

"Master, you're seriously awesome!" Ma Rufei yelled frantically.

"Brother Bin, I knew it! You are the World's King of Gamblers!" Chen Chaoyue also shouted excitedly.

"I told you so! My son won the championship with ease. I never boast," Mother Zhang declared, looking around with immense pride.

The top ten finalists of the World Gamblers' Championship each received different rewards. The grand prize for the champion was the highest: 1.5 billion USD, transferred to Zhang Bin's account on the spot.

Combined with his winnings from personal wagers and side bets, he had earned over three billion USD in total. That was more than enough to repay his two brothers' debts. He also won two Space Rings, an Ancient Fan, and a necklace that could ward off evil spirits. This haul was immense.

However, Zhang Bin had offended Buck and Edward, and leaving with such a large sum of money was not going to be easy.

But for now, Zhang Bin wasn't considering his safe escape. He simply looked at Nagashima Masaru's pale face with a mocking gaze. "Nagashima Masaru, it's time for you to eat shit. I know you've had that bowl prepared for a while. Hurry up and eat. Everyone's waiting."

"You..." Nagashima Masaru was seething with rage and humiliation.

"Eat shit! Nagashima Masaru, eat shit!"

"Eat shit! Eat shit! Nagashima Masaru, eat shit!"

"..."

Countless spectators were shouting madly, all of them ecstatic. They all wanted to see Nagashima Masaru eat shit.

The American audience felt the same way. They had come to hate Nagashima Masaru, blaming him for instigating the clash that cost Edward his legs—and Edward was their revered Saint of Gamblers.

Nagashima Masaru's face was ashen, and sweat poured down like rain; he wished a hole would open in the ground so he could dive in and hide. Finally, he steeled himself and took out the bowl of shit he had prepared. Looking at it with dread, he realized there was far too much of it. Eating it all seemed impossible.

At this moment, he was filled with profound regret. Why had he prepared such a large bowl? How could he possibly eat it all?

"Go on, hurry up. Everyone's waiting," Zhang Bin said, taking out his phone to record.

Indeed, the broadcast cameras were also aimed at Nagashima Masaru, ready to capture the entire process. This footage would be the most valuable material from the World Gamblers' Championship. It could be used for promoting future tournaments. With promotion like this, the audience for the next championship would surely be even larger, bringing in more revenue.

"Zhang Bin, don't be so smug," Nagashima Masaru said with venom. "The moment you step outside, you'll be killed by the Hell Organization. I eat shit, and you become a corpse. I think it's a fair trade."

"Idiot," Zhang Bin replied with a malicious grin. "The first person they want to kill isn't me, it's you. It's because of you that Edward suffered such a heavy loss. A man as cruel as him would never let you off. So, after you've had your fill, you'd better figure out how to run for your life. Good luck."

This comment would have been hilarious enough to make the audience burst out laughing, but Zhang Bin had transmitted the message directly into Nagashima Masaru's mind, so no one else could hear it.

Nagashima Masaru's face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His legs began to tremble. Not only did he have to eat shit, but now he was also the target of a manhunt. This was a loss on every possible front.

Actually, I hope Nagashima Masaru manages to escape, Zhang Bin thought. Or at least survives for a while. He could attract some of the Hell Organization's top assassins, which would make my own escape much easier. Besides, I'm not planning to run away just yet. First, I need to send Edward on his way. After all, if Edward dies, the Hell Organization will be thrown into chaos. They might even fall into an internal war over his successor. That would make my departure much simpler. So, no matter what, I have to kill Edward first. I'm no longer the bullied little farmer I used to be!