Swish!
When Carney's voice trailed off, a drop of blood essence came out of the space between his eyebrows and drifted into the air. Undoubtedly, Carney was not fooling around when he asked to sign a deathmatch contract with Ricky.
"Is Carney going insane? Is he really going to sign the deathmatch contract?" All the warriors were stunned to see this happen, for they underestimated Carney's raging desire to kill Ricky once and for all.
"I can't believe that he's actually serious about it! He has even proposed a deathmatch contract. Well, I guess that this is more complicated than we thought."
"You got that right. The way I see it, talents are radical and narrow-minded, especially geniuses like Carney and Kenney. They don't want to be outshone. They don't allow creatures with the same talent as them to exist."
"But I'm more interested if Kenny will accept the deathmatch contract."
The deathmatch contract was a contract signed by two living creatures with the use of their blood essence.
Once the two creatures signed the contract, both parties would be possessed by the inner demon. The only way to abolish the contract was for either of the two warriors to successfully kill the other.
Moreover, if they did not kill the inner demons in their hearts, then it would be impossible for them to break through to the higher realm in the future.
Needless to say, once they signed the deathmatch contract, it was to do or die—neither of them would be able to break through to the Emperor Level if the contract was not fulfilled.
Meanwhile, as the spectators finished exchanging their sentiments about the contract, their eyes were glued to Ricky.
'Ha-ha, well, this is a little surprising. I may have underestimated Carney this time. I didn't expect that he would still have the courage and strength to sign a deathmatch contract with Kenney even though he is completely aware that Kenney has double mutants. It looks like Carney is confident enough to win this battle!' Oswald said inwardly.
'But, it won't be good for me if Kenny dies here. I mean, the Blood Crystal is still on that guy's body! He should win this.
I just hope that Langston and the two old fellows from the Spirit Sect will help him. Otherwise, I will have no other choice but to steal Kenny's corpse if that happens.'
"Calvin, are you sure about this?" Langston asked Calvin indifferently.
"This decision lies in the hands of these two young warriors and has nothing to do with me and what I think. What? Are you not confident about your disciple?" Calvin said lightly. With that trump card that Carney had, Calvin was sure that Carney would win.
"I hope you won't have any regrets!" Langston said coldly as he also had full faith that Ricky would win the deathmatch.
"You wish!"
Calvin snorted back.
"Ricky, just accept the contract. I assure you that you will not die even if you fail!" Langston sent a message to Ricky through telepathy. "I, Langston, swear that I will do my best to protect you with everything the Spirit Sect can do for you."
"I am humbled by your protection, but I think that there is no need for you to do that, sir. The deathmatch contract is exactly what I want," Ricky replied with confidence.
How could Ricky possibly refuse such an offer when Carney was asking for death? After all, the worst thing that could happen was that he must expose his real identity when necessary.
"Ricky, don't worry about a thing. I will prepare a trump card for you that will surely surprise the audience. They will never know what you are hiding up your sleeve," the Dragon Intent Grass whispered.
"Really? This is unexpected of you. Since when have you become so generous?" Ricky teased as he was a little surprised to hear that.
"I have to be generous now. Your chaotic power and Soar's Great Dragon's blood essence make me unable to resist being kind." The Dragon Intent Grass looked down, half ashamed.
"Ha-ha, in that case, I am really looking forward to whatever trump card you're going to set me up with."
"What's taking you so long, Kenney?
Are you chickening out?" Carney looked at Ricky with disdain.
"Humph! How can I possibly refuse such an amazing offer?" Ricky grinned, and a drop of blood essence poured from the space between his eyebrows. Afterwards, it directly fused with Carney's blood essence, sealing the deal.
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