About five or six minutes passed before Maso slowly regained consciousness. Given his Thirteen-level Gene Body constitution, this was within Guding's expectations.
Seeing him open his eyes, Guding grinned, revealing a set of clean, orderly teeth. "A bet is a bet, you should hand over that item now, shouldn't you?"
Maso looked down at his hands. Bound by the Magic Prohibition Chain, he was in no position to bargain. He knew he was completely defeated this time. In terms of combat power, Guding was far inferior to him, but in terms of fighting skills, he wasn't even close to matching Guding's smallest finger. Shaking his head helplessly, he opened his Storage Space and took out the Divine Position, handing it to Guding.
Guding held the Divine Position in his hand, fiddling with it for a moment. It was roughly the size of a palm, entirely black, and made of an unknown material that felt heavy in his hand.
