"This wasn't my idea to propose a bet, if you want me to accept the challenge, you naturally need to offer something that will tempt me."
"If you think I'm asking for too much, and your wallets are empty, you can simply not bet with me," Shi Yu said with an indifferent expression.
In reality, Shi Yu was quite eager to bet, provided the other party offered at least one God-level Mecha.
The ten black-grade mechas were just an extra request, giving the other party room to negotiate.
"There's no God-level Mecha, but I can give you ten black-grade mechas," Zhuo Shi said.
"Then just return my money directly, 180 million, not a single cent less will I release them," Shi Yu said. If the other party immediately removed the God-level Mecha, what was the point of betting?
"Twenty black-grade mechas, their value is already close to a God-level Mecha," Zhuo Shi said, increasing the price.
"Five Soul Masters at twenty levels add up to a hundred levels, do you think they can compare to a ninety-nine level Soul Master?" Shi Yu said with a hint of mockery. This person was probably insulting his intelligence.
Zhuo Shi was somewhat unable to respond after being rebutted; there was naturally no comparability.
Let alone five, even five hundred, or five thousand twenty-level Soul Masters could not be compared with peak powerhouses.
As for the legendary hundred-level God-level powerhouses, they were even on a different dimension.
"There really is no God-level Mecha," Zhuo Shi said through clenched teeth.
He really wanted Shi Yu to accept the bet, but God-level Mechas were precious and rare; even he couldn't make such a promise.
This wasn't about money; it was about the extreme difficulty in crafting a God-level Mecha. Heaven Forged metal was a necessity, and that wasn't something you could just have whenever you wanted.
As Godly Blacksmith Zhen Hua's forging order volume decreased over the years, the price of God-level metal continuously rose. Currently, using Heaven Forged metal to build a God-level Mecha was no longer cost-effective.
This was also the reason why the number of God-level Mechas had basically not increased in recent years.
"Then I genuinely don't want to bet either," Shi Yu refused.
Zhuo Shi glared fiercely at Shi Yu, finding himself truly helpless for a moment.
If he acted forcefully, the people from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda would definitely not just stand by. If he wanted Wu Changkong to kill Shi Yu through a bet, he needed a God-level Mecha. He was now in a difficult dilemma.
"This bastard," Zhuo Shi couldn't help but curse inwardly, feeling that Shi Yu was somewhat tricky.
"Elder Zhuo, are you confident in your disciple?" a Title Douluo transmitted his voice to Zhuo Shi.
Hearing this voice, Zhuo Shi felt a slight joy in his heart and quickly replied, "My disciple is a seven-ring Soul Saint, a top performer among them. Even without his Dou Armor, he is definitely not someone Shi Yu can match."
The person who transmitted the message fell silent, hesitating. He wanted to support Zhuo Shi, but wasn't the risk a bit too great?
He was a nine-ring Title Douluo and also a God-level Mecha pilot, possessing a God-level Mecha.
"Don't worry, I have confidence in my disciple. Even if the worst-case scenario happens, I will find another way to help you get the God-level Mecha back. I will absolutely not let you suffer losses for no reason," Zhuo Shi transmitted.
He really wanted to start this bet, so that Wu Changkong could seize the opportunity to kill Shi Yu. It was better to nip such a genius in the bud as early as possible.
Seeing that this person was still somewhat hesitant, Zhuo Shi added, "I will have old man Feng forge twenty pieces of top-grade Soul Forged metal for you free of charge to integrate into your mecha, and at the same time, I will ask the Godsmith to forge a piece of Heaven Forged metal for you when I return."
"Alright," a fervent light flashed in this person's eyes. Without further hesitation, he agreed.
"If you want the God-level Mecha, that's fine. Ten black-grade mechas are also fine, but I need to set a limit on the area. You will fight within a radius of five hundred meters," Zhuo Shi said to Shi Yu.
"Okay, but I also have an additional condition: the mecha must be brought out first."
"At least the God-level Mecha must be handed over first to be kept by the people of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda."
"This way, even if you lose, you won't be able to renege on the debt," Shi Yu said.
"I can guarantee it with my reputation," Zhuo Shi said.
"You have no reputation. I only believe what I see with my own eyes. It must be handed over first, and the black-grade mechas must also be sent over as soon as possible, lest you renege," Shi Yu interrupted directly.
Zhuo Shi was so angry his teeth itched. This bastard actually dared to question his character.
"If the items are handed over to the people of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, and you lose, what if you can't get them back?" Zhuo Shi questioned.
Shi Yu thought for a moment and said, "You can hand the God-level Mecha over to Celestial Phoenix Douluo for safekeeping. With her reputation, you shouldn't be worried, right?"
He knew that Celestial Phoenix Douluo had some connection with Yun Ming, and the other party definitely knew this as well, so they wouldn't be too suspicious that Celestial Phoenix Douluo would refuse to return it.
Celestial Phoenix Douluo upstairs was stunned. Why would Shi Yu suddenly mention her?
Zhuo Shi neither refused nor agreed. After thinking for a moment, he said, "If Celestial Phoenix Douluo is willing to act as guarantor, then there's no problem."
He still understood Celestial Phoenix Douluo's character; her inner pride would not allow her to do such a thing.
Most importantly, he knew that Celestial Phoenix Douluo had feelings for their boss, Yun Ming. Considering this relationship, it was impossible for her to actually do such a thing.
Furthermore, he genuinely didn't believe that the people from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda would dare to openly covet something from Shrek Academy, especially a God-level Mecha.
If their boss, Yun Ming, found out about this, he would definitely come straight to the Spirit Transfer Pagoda Headquarters and turn the place upside down. They wouldn't even have a place to reason because in that situation, they wouldn't be in the right.
Celestial Phoenix Douluo also appeared at the right time, looked at Shi Yu, and reminded him, "The opponent is a Soul Saint. Are you sure you can last for half an hour against him?"
"We'll know by trying," Shi Yu said with a smile.
Celestial Phoenix Douluo gave him a deep look, nodded slightly, and said, "Give me the stakes. If Shi Yu loses, these items will be returned in full. If he wins, you must leave the God-level Mecha behind."
"And ten black-grade mechas," Shi Yu added. "No problem," Zhuo Shi agreed.
"However, if Shi Yu loses, all those people will be released to us, and Shi Yu will need to return to Shrek City with us."
Celestial Phoenix Douluo was about to refuse. The people could be released, but Shi Yu clearly couldn't go back with them; if he went, he would never be able to return.
"No problem," Shi Yu answered for himself. Wasn't a bet about both parties gaining the benefits they desired?
Since the other party had proposed the bet, he naturally had to give them what they wanted.
"Alright," Zhuo Shi looked at the owner of the God-level Mecha.
The latter reluctantly took out his God-level Mecha from a specially made Storage Soul Tool.
A mecha, highly similar in appearance to a human, with smooth and elegant overall lines and a strong sense of technology, slowly floated towards Celestial Phoenix Douluo.
"Is this a God-level Mecha?" Many people present were seeing a God-level Mecha for the first time and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, feeling deeply shocked.