The Finalization of The Bet

"I-I," Chu Dong stammered, seemingly flustered by the chain of events.

But in the very end, there was nothing he could do. These rules were made by their ancestors, and these people religiously followed them.

And those who don't do so—well, they get executed on the spot.

That was the case back during their ancestors' time, and until now, it had not changed a bit.

"You have accepted the bet, and due to the scale of it, you are going to have to inform your sect leader. Therefore, we are postponing this tournament for a single hour. Good luck," Michael explained, hiding a small smile that managed to form on his face.

"Ridiculous!" Chu Dong shouted, pointing at Michael in an accusatory tone. "You set this up! I did not even do anything—you can ask the others, right?"

As he spoke those words, he turned towards the other elders who, upon meeting his gaze, all turned away.