Chapter 341
Lawrence leaned close behind Isabella's chair. "Pick the Warrior, Isabella. It's the strongest class!"
His voice grew urgent. "You have to choose it, or the Assassin will eliminate you instantly!"
Isabella remained completely calm. A faint smile touched her lips as she silently selected the Dancer.
The Dancer was a stunning sniper heroine who wielded an ornate crossbow.
Her choice sent a wave of confusion through everyone watching.
[Is the Boss joking? She picked the Dancer to fight an Assassin?]
[The Dancer is powerful, but far too fragile! The Assassin will cut her down in mere seconds!]
[Dancers need a full team for protection! Warriors and Nurses! How can she duel an Assassin alone with that class?]
[Boss, please change your character! For Westchester's honor! For your one hundred million! Switch now!]
Lawrence grabbed her arm, his grip tight with panic. "Isabella, have you lost your mind? Change it! Right now! The Dancer can't win a duel against an Assassin! They're support characters! Backline damage! There's no one to protect you here… You'll be slaughtered!"
"We'll see who does the slaughtering," Isabella replied, her smile unwavering.
The game began. The screen displayed a vast, wild martial arts arena. Character selection was now locked.
A helpless Lawrence sank into the chair behind her, running a hand over his face in dismay. Anxiety radiated from him.
Every observer stared at their screens, unblinking. They didn't dare miss a single moment of the impending clash.
Takashi Yamamoto: [I'll offer you one final chance. Change your mind. Call me 'Boss.' Alter your username to 'Takashi's Dog.' I might show you mercy.]
Isabella: [Hah! Perhaps you should be the one doing that?]
Takashi Yamamoto: [Arrogant fool. I will personally show you the meaning of despair before this match concludes!]
He immediately controlled his character, dashing toward Isabella's starting position to initiate his attack.
Isabella typed calmly, her fingers steady. [Wait. Did you overlook a small detail? My wager is one hundred million. You've put forth nothing. Are you frightened?]
His pride was stung. [Frightened? Of you? I'll wager one billion! One billion dollars!]
Takashi was consumed by the desire to crush this challenger. He'd completely forgotten the bet. She had chosen the weakest possible character… His victory was assured!
He quickly typed, officially placing a one-billion-dollar bet. He added, [If you lose, we meet in person. You will lick my boot.]
Lick his boot? On top of losing one hundred million?
The terms were utterly humiliating.
A thrill shot through Isabella. She loved high stakes. [Agreed. And if you lose, you change your name to 'Boss's Dog.' Whoever breaks their word is a pathetic coward!]
Their exchange was brutally arrogant and sharp.
If the number one ranked player, Takashi Yamamoto, changed his username, the entire gaming world would notice. He never imagined anyone would dare speak to him with such contempt. Even Lawrence, the leader of Westchester's Esports, treated him with deference.
Who did this nobody think she was?
It didn't matter. This challenger would soon be kneeling to lick his boot.
He responded: [Deal. Whoever reneges is the lowest form of coward! Let everyone here be our witness!]
The spectators were electrified by the brutal wager. The comment section exploded.
[Screenshot taken! This is historic!]
[An incredible gamble is on! Let's see who emerges victorious!]
[What is there to see? The Dancer has zero chance! Absolutely none!]
[You think so? I'm not so sure! I'll place a bet!]
[I'm in! 500 on Takashi Yamamoto!]
[I'll throw down 1 dollar for the Boss! A token of faith!]