They all call me Great Master-Chapter 392 - 389: Playing Poker with the ’Spirit Medium’!

Poker?

Arthur's expression appropriately revealed surprise and astonishment.

Then, there was a sort of relief.

The Exquisite Human Puppet controlled by a member of the Death Poetry Society saw the range of expressions on the young Spirit Medium's face and immediately laughed.

"I knew, Lord Kledos, that you would understand my point—

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With that, the Death Poetry Society member, controlling the Exquisite Human Puppet, began to shuffle the cards single-handedly right in front of Arthur.

The whole deck of cards was split into two equally thick stacks which were then pushed together, merging into one with a rustling sound.

Next, the entire deck was divided into three, moving quickly and skillfully in the palm, and with each vertical shuffle, the middle stack of cards would encircle the fingers, blossoming like a flower when the vertical and circular movements combined.

Especially from Arthur's perspective, the encircling stack of cards faced upwards, displaying different card faces with each revolution.

Starting from the Ace of Spades and ending with the Two of Spades.

Thirteen changes, dazzling to the eye.

Undoubtedly, this was a very professional technique.

At least, Arthur could not find any fault with this way of shuffling.

Of course, Arthur was more aware that the opponent was pressuring him.

Facing his continuous failures, the opponent was quite dissatisfied.

The opponent wanted to win at least once.

Or even make him concede voluntarily—

For example: by changing the type of contest.

That's also why the opponent had showcased their skilled shuffling technique at the beginning, to intimidate him into backing down.

If it had been any other type of contest, Arthur might have changed it.

After all, as a Spirit Medium, he shouldn't care about temporary gains or losses.

But playing poker...

That was his strong suit!

As long as the conditions were right, with his Magic Poker Box, he was invincible at playing poker.

"Did you previously work part-time in a casino?"

Arthur asked curiously.

"Yes, my family used to run a casino."

The opponent nodded frankly.

However, Arthur didn't quite believe it.

In his view, this was also a further pressure tactic from the opponent, fabricating an identity to gain some advantage, a simple feat for anyone to accomplish.

Especially when he openly extended an olive branch, the opponent would surely step on it subconsciously.

Digging a pit?

No, no, no!

This was just the Spirit Medium's contingency plan when facing an "inferior" position.

"Really?

Then for me, that's a challenge.

I want to check the cards!"

Arthur said with a smile.

"Of course!

That's only reasonable!"

Seeing Arthur accept the challenge, the smile on the Exquisite Human Puppet's face grew even wider.

Although other contests were prepared, poker was what the Death Poetry Society member felt most confident in.

Therefore, there wasn't any objection from the opponent, who was also talking about the rules.

And that was exactly what Arthur wanted.

One professional, one amateur.

The latter wanting to challenge the former must firmly bind the opponent to have a chance to win—even if it means binding them in their own strongest domain.

Because only then...

will you know what the opponent will do, and how they will do it.

It will also mislead the opponent about your own actions.

Simply put, you must influence their preconceived notions.

And you must also be unexpected.

So—

"Wait!"

Just as the opponent finished speaking and was about to toss the poker cards to Arthur, Arthur waved his hand in refusal and motioned for the opponent to place them on the ground—about 30 centimeters away from the skeletal staircase.

Watching Arthur's finger position, the other party maintained a smile and nodded.

According to the gambling table rules, one party providing the poker allowed the other party the right to examine the cards in any way—as long as the cards were not damaged.

Of course, if there was suspicion of cheating, one could choose to destroy them.

But there must be solid evidence, otherwise, one would lose ten times the amount.

Arthur was clueless about these issues, but his uncle, Drake, was extremely skilled at it. According to Drake, his card skills had been genuinely inherited from Old Charlie, especially when playing cards with ladies in the club, where he was unbeaten and claimed to be invincible.

Arthur was skeptical about this.

However, he still remembered some of the rules Drake had mentioned.

"Is it here?"

The other party confirmed.

When Arthur nodded, the other party immediately threw the poker cards in hand.

And the moment the other party threw the poker cards, the "Hand of Void" caught the deck.

Watching the poker hang mid-air, at first the other party was startled, then, upon seeing two "Hands of Void" shuffling and examining the cards one by one, he immediately exclaimed,

"I always appreciate your caution."

"Can't help it, you're a professional, and I..."

Boom!

Arthur hadn't finished speaking when an explosion suddenly occurred in the distance at South Town.

Almost instinctively, Arthur turned his head to look in the direction of South Town.

Seeing this, a sense of triumph grew in the other party's heart.

"Thinking of counting cards?

How could I possibly let you get your way?"

The other party was certain that what Arthur had just called examining the cards was really counting them.

Because it was exactly like the first time he had counted cards himself.

And he had been prepared for this move!

"Just as I thought, an amateur!

I'm sure to win!"

The other party thought to himself, and then also looked towards the direction of South Town, and spoke straightforwardly—

"That's a group I provoked earlier, now trying to take back what they think belongs to them in their own way!"

"Blinded by greed, their end won't be pretty!"

Arthur said this as he began to check his cards again from the start.

Clearly, disrupted by the recent explosion, Arthur needed to start over, but the other party did not give him the chance.

A member of the 'Death Poetry Society,' manipulated by the 'Exquisite Human Puppet,' spoke up,

"Lord Kledos, have you finished examining the cards?

Your time for card examination is almost up."

Examining cards could obviously not go on indefinitely.

According to local gambling table rules, one minute was the time limit.

"Done!"

Arthur sped up, almost skimming through the cards at the back.

Clearly, this was an attempt at forced memorization.

Seeing Arthur's action, a smile almost spilled out from the other party.

The other party knew, he was destined to win.

Arthur was purely an outsider in this.

Thinking this, the other party couldn't help but speak again—

"We'll draw cards to compare sizes!

Best of three rounds!

Drawing a Ghost Card means an immediate loss!

To make the game more interesting, aside from the earlier bet, let's add something else—within the three rounds, the winner can ask the loser one question.

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Provided it does not violate any existing contract, the loser cannot refuse to answer and must be honest.

If asked about something already covered by an existing contract, one may refuse to answer, and it shall be considered as having responded.

How about it?"

Arthur furrowed his brows, pondering for a few seconds before finally nodding.

And just at the moment Arthur nodded, a scroll appeared in the other party's hand.

After the contract was drafted, just like before, the contract was thrown out.

Arthur had one "Hand of Void" hold the cards while the other caught the contract.

After all, it is well-known that the "Hand of Void" has only two hands.