[Does that "Laozi Bingzu" thing really work?] Lian Han asked when he submitted the bet.

"Don't worry, the alien race is different from humans. They believe their power comes from their ancestors, whom they regard as gods. If he breaks the oath sworn by the Ice Ancestor, the Ice Clan will not let him off the hook," Old Man Xing assured him.

[That's good. ]

[But be careful, this guy's still acting so arrogant after you beat him up, he's probably wearing ice armor. If you're not going to use any cards, fine, but if you do, don't use ice-type cards.]

What is Ice Armor?

[Armor made using methods unique to the Ice Clan. As long as you don't exhaust yourself, the ice armor won't break—unless your strength is two levels higher than theirs.]

But that's impossible. In their previous encounter, Bingmo was only equivalent to S-rank strength, but he seemed to be weak in close combat, so even Lian Han could overpower him using only S-rank power. As for being two ranks higher than Bingmo, Lian Han knew in her heart that she was still far from being 3S.

[Then how do we fight?]

[Even if the ice armor doesn't break, there are still ways to deal with him. Think about it carefully first.]

Lian Han raised an eyebrow, but for a moment he had no thoughts.

Bingmo also made a vow, and the competition officially began.

Just as Xing Yucheng said, Bingmo released his ice armor at the beginning. A thin layer of icy blue covered his entire body. Although it was called ice armor, Lian Han felt that it was more appropriate to describe it as ice clothing.

Lian Han raised an eyebrow and threw a punch. Bing Mo didn't budge, and his ice armor showed no signs of damage. This was an S-rank powerful punch!

"Why don't you keep tickling me?" Bingmo teased.

Lian Han sneered and stepped back, "Then I'll give you a good scratch."

Seeing her retreat, Bingmo was about to continue his mockery when he saw her press her finger on the smart device, and then a dozen cards were taken out and floated in front of her.

"A card maker?"

Bingmo was surprised. The Ice Clan, or rather, the alien race, might not know what the Skynet was, or who the human general was, but they couldn't possibly not know the human card maker!

The reason for this is that a certain card maker, who was once hailed as a god by the Human Federation, visited the Ice Clan and even beat up their Ice Temple. One of the Ice Temples who was beaten up back then is their current clan leader. Perhaps because he was beaten so badly back then, their clan leader has always had a mixture of respect and fear towards the Federation, and even after news of the card maker's demise spread, he did not relax his guard.

And this woman was the card maker—Bingmo was on high alert.

The chubby guy, who had just been invited into Zong Jingyuan's room, felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene. He had only seen this powerful figure's cards once before. But that one time completely cemented the powerful figure's status in his mind!

So the fat man slapped Han Yuqi on the shoulder, who had come with him, and said, "Xiao Qi, this round is in the bag."

"What's so stable about it? Ice Clan Ice Armor, don't tell me you don't know it." Zong Jingyuan gave him a cold look.

"What's so special about Ice Armor? The big boss basically doesn't use cards to beat people up, but once she does—it's bound to be a crushing defeat."

"Have you ever seen her use cards?"

"That was when..." Fatty Ruan was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and was so startled that he stood up abruptly, "Senior Jiang!"

Jiang Chenrui nodded and asked Zong Jingyuan, "What did they bet on?"

How did you know it involved gambling?

"She always has a clear purpose. If it's just to beat someone up, there's no need to set up a special arena. Just lure them to their birthplace or a place where they can't log off and then beat them up."

Han Yuqi: ...How come this Senior Jiang knows Lian Han so well? I heard that his second brother was tricked and beaten up by Lian Han quite a few times back then.

Don't ask him who told him that; besides dedicating himself to medical work, his only other hobby is gossip. And Han Yuqi has always had an excellent relationship with him.

"What did you bet on?" Jiang Chenrui repeated his question.

An He, Zong Jingyuan, and Ye Ying exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to say. This bet—if it weren't for the rule against interfering with the ring from the audience, they would have dragged the person off the stage and thrown them into the water to sober them up, okay?

What is the bet?

Jiang Chenrui spoke again, but his gentle eyes had lost their warmth, and his voice was cold and dangerous, as if he were looking at some inanimate object.

That gaze—the three of them felt as if they were being stared at by a ruthless demon, especially Anhe. She thought of her brother's evaluation of Jiang Chenrui: "Jiang Chenrui is a cold-blooded animal. He usually ignores everything. But once you cross his bottom line, he becomes a ferocious beast that will devour anyone who dares to cross him."

"No one can make me repeat something a fourth time, except a dead person."

Anhe suddenly came to his senses, "Xiaohan made a bet with him. If he wins, Bingmo will never provoke us again."

What if you lose?

“If we lose, she, she…” Anhe opened his mouth several times, but still found it difficult to say.

“If the goddess loses, she’ll become Bingmo’s woman.” Zong Jingyuan said listlessly. “If she loses, I don’t care about any alien race or the Ice Clan. I’ll find someone to kill this bastard first.”

Jiang Chenren's face was already so dark it could drip water when he heard her words, but his expression improved slightly when he heard the second half of her sentence.

Indeed, it's easier to just kill anyone who's causing trouble for your sister...

Lian Han had no idea that someone was already thinking about how to deal with Bing Mo if she lost. All she knew was that Bing Mo's ice armor was indeed tough to break through. She had even used fire-type cards, but not a single ripple had been made!

Lian Han now only regrets that because of Xing Ye, he favored ice element cards the most and didn't make many cards of other elements. He didn't even have a single intermediate-level offensive fire element card.

However, she was also a stubborn person. Since fire-type cards didn't work, she simply abandoned fire attacks altogether, and even temporarily stopped considering elemental cards. Instead, she switched to using the non-elemental attack cards that she used the least but sold the most.

Bingmo wasn't in a hurry at all, occasionally throwing out an ice spike, but it had no real damage. Card makers need to expend mental energy to use cards, and he was waiting to exhaust this girl's mental energy before he could toy with her properly.

He just wanted a woman, and she almost crippled him! He had to get revenge! As for how to get revenge—Bing Mo's gaze swept across Lian Han's face, a hint of disgust in his eyes. With that face, how could he possibly touch such a slut? But if he brought her back to the Ice Clan as his woman, he thought that person's expression would definitely be quite something.

Of all those present, Lian Han was single-mindedly focused on destroying the tortoise shell, making him arguably the least thoughtful person.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted, and she retrieved the card she had just used—the Intermediate Blade Card, which, when released, would form an S-rank blade that would slash at the opponent; its effect was singular.

Lian Han frowned; she had just seen the other person sway slightly.

A faint, eerie light flashed in her dark eyes, then her eyes lit up, and a smile played on her lips; she seemed to be in a very good mood.

No matter how arrogant he is, she still found his weakness, didn't she? If she doesn't beat him so badly today that he never dares to come to Diluo again, she's not Lian Han!