The crucial moment of decision brings about the instantaneous excitement of the immortal soul.
He will almost immediately push out the chips, all in!
But the remaining reason is still struggling with desire: he desperately recalled the previous situation of playing chips with Jiang Qian, and based on the evidence, have all the cards with points of 1 or 2 been passed?
It is known that Jiang Qian's current hand card point is 2, so he can only win if his own hand card point is 1 or 2 - if his hand card point is 2 and the two draw a tie, all the chips that have been placed on the table will be counted towards the public
As a result, he will also lose all the capital that can be used to continue gambling, and the result will be the same loss.
Immortal Soul vaguely remembers that both of these cards were passed.
But how many pictures are there specifically? He has not paid much attention to it, and can only say that the probability is extremely slim.
This situation of high probability of winning and partial uncertainty makes the immortal soul more and more anxious and unable to make a decision.
He clutched the chips tightly, and his anxiety lingered: the current situation seemed to have a greater chance of winning, but the risks existed in his blind spots, like time bombs, waiting to give him a huge shock at any time!
Cold sweat gradually appeared on the forehead of the immortal soul. The information that could help him make decisions was unreliable, and every second that passed became a torment.
——Should we just give up?!
6 million has been bet on the card table, and his confidence has become increasingly thin. If he gives up these 6 million chips, his starting point will be back to the same situation as the original Jiang Qian - almost no power to fight back!
But even so, there is still a chance to survive. What if good luck comes to his side again?
Heh... Nowadays, relying on good luck is not a smart idea.
But what if the opponent is forcing him to fold? If he is really scared off, wouldn’t it be playing into the opponent’s hands?
No no no...
wrong!
The Immortal Soul suddenly woke up and stood up from the chair.
How did things get to this point?
It turns out that he is the one who holds the initiative!
He can even control the opponent's mind, causing the opponent to languish in front of everyone and suffer repeated defeats... But since when did the advantage on the field become reversed?
I was tricked by this kid... The Immortal Soul's mind was spinning:
Compared with the points in his hand, he recalled more clearly the details of Jiang Qian's step-by-step efforts to undermine his belief starting from the revelation of the past. In the process, he inexplicably switched from offense to defense, denying and justifying, and was completely trapped.
Break the opponent's rhythm!
And this is most likely planned by the opponent: doing this is to weaken his control.
"Hahaha, that's it, hahahaha...!!"
After thinking this through, the immortal soul laughed loudly.
His laughter finally returned to its original weird rhythm, resounding unstoppably throughout the central casino!
Jiang Qian's body trembled, and his straight waist gradually bent with the rampant laughter of the Immortal Soul, until his elbows were resting on the gaming table.
He propped one arm on the table, his mind gradually becoming confused, his left hand still holding the cards close to his forehead, while his right hand firmly grasped the chips and gritted his teeth.
"What's wrong with him?" The Golden Eagle Martial Saint frowned.
"That old bastard is probably going to have a fight with our genius..." Bai Xiaoxi put out his cigarette butt and stared attentively.
Although Ye Xiaojing and Sen Xi were speechless, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tightening.
The Golden Eagle Martial Saint did not take it seriously: "Ability and props have been disabled, what other means can make him lose his composure?"
Bai Xiaoxi sighed softly and said with a smile: "You may not like some tricks, but sometimes, these shady tricks become the key to victory."
The copy gives no warning or prompt, meaning the game continues.
However, after a brief period of fatigue, Jiang Qian finally slowly raised his head, his tense body gradually relaxed, and it seemed that he had regained control of himself.
Then, Jiang Qian looked at his opponent with a clear expression and said coldly:
"No matter what you choose, you have no chance to beat me."
A smile crept onto the corners of his mouth, making his eyes more determined.
The Immortal Soul took a step back, his laughter frozen on his face, and his eyes gradually showed a look of fear and disappointment.
"give up……"
"!"
Amidst the beeping sound from the prompter, the Immortal Soul suddenly pushed the chips forward - All in!
At the final moment of decision-making, the Immortal Soul chose to trust his instincts - a bet! Bet on the luck of two people, bet on his opponent to induce him to fold.
As this action ended, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Whether it was the Demon Cave camp where the immortal souls were, or the lawful officials, everyone invariably remained silent.
Then, as everyone waited with bated breath, the copy announced the result:
2 points versus 1 point, don't use Qianlong, win.
The immortal soul chips are exhausted and eliminated!
The Immortal Soul staggered a step, flipping over the cards in his hand with trembling fingers. He saw his own point, which was 1 point with the lowest probability.
"How, how could..."
It turned out to be the worst outcome.
Jiang Qian, who was opposite him, had also stood up and was staring at him, with an insensitive tranquility in his eyes.
As Bai Xiaoxi and the Immortal Soul deduced, Jiang Qian's performance was indeed mixed with performance elements. He wanted to add fuel to the flames, set up ambush, and manipulate the opponent's emotions and rationality so that the opponent could act according to the script he arranged.
But now, the result has been presented, and he no longer needs to waste energy on it.
"You, can you really see it?"
The immortal soul suddenly crossed the gaming table and pounced on Jiang Qian!
Jiang Qian subconsciously dodged and was pulled by the Immortal Soul's sleeves, but the opponent also tripped and knelt in front of him without any image:
"Can you see it? You really have this ability... The conditions we just discussed are still valid, right?"
"..."
"Don't use Qianlong, just give me a price! As long as you help me with treatment, I'm willing to pay any price, money, resources! What do you want? Huh?"
The immortal soul begged incoherently, its eyes urgent and fanatical.
But Jiang Qian just looked at him coldly.
For an opponent like the Immortal Soul, who was shallow and had no limits, he felt that any more words would be a waste of time.
However, in the eyes of the comrades in the Western camp, this scene is as unacceptable as thunder falling from the sky:
"That Lord... actually lost?"
"What is he talking about! Don't you feel ashamed to say this? Oh my god~ I can't believe it!"
"Is the bastard opposite us teasing us?!"
"Incredible, who is that boy?"
…
The smiling hermit who came from the far east and acted mysteriously and profoundly, actually lost to a young white-faced boy across from him?
This is unacceptable emotionally and rationally.
Of course, this does not include those people from the Demon Cave who already know the true value of "Don't Use Hidden Dragon", such as the Eternal Windsor.
"enough!"
Just when chaos was about to break out in the camp, the eternal Windsor scolded, instantly stabilizing the situation.
"Whether it's a mistake or bad luck, Immortal Soul's failure is ultimately due to inferior skills. I hope you all keep your spirits up. We can't afford to make any mistakes in the final game."
As the leader of the team, her insights and perspectives are beyond the reach of ordinary people. For her, in this rapidly changing situation, she is far from running out of ammunition and food.
The most critical action at the moment is to stabilize the morale of the military and win a complete victory in the last round:
"Listen, let's do this next game..."
Inside the central casino.
The defeated immortal soul still clung to Jiang Qian's sleeve.
"You promised! As long as I let you win and I give you all the chips, you will be my attending doctor!"
The fanaticism in his eyes at this moment was exactly the same as the way his colleagues in the Demon Cave looked at him when he first entered the Central Casino. It can be said that those who are good at manipulating people's hearts will never be immune to manipulation.
It wasn't until the elimination mechanism of the dungeon was activated that the body of the Immortal Soul in the dungeon fell apart, leaving only scattered chips.
These chips will not be counted as the income of the winner of this round, but will be included in the public prize pool.
Currently, the cumulative amount of chips in the public prize pool has reached: 73.02 million.
The beep sounds again:
[Gambler: The Immortal Soul is out.]
[The winner of this round: Ye Xiaojing, please enter the safe seat of the central casino to watch the battle; please help the gamblers: Qianlong, do not use it, return to the original camp and wait.]
At the same time, the image isolation inside and outside the central casino was lifted, and the current round of chips was refreshed on the public screens on both sides of the camp:
The Immortal Soul chips were cleared; and Ye Xiaojing’s chips surged from the initial 7.96 million to 40.1 million!
More than five times the amount!
Plus a "Safe House" reward counts towards the winning side's camp.
Jiang Qian looked back at the viewing area of his own camp and saw the radiant Princess Senxi with eyes full of joy, the eager to listen to Wanjie, the smiling Bai Xiaoxi and the always serious Golden Eagle Martial Saint.
Honghu Yufei and Bai Wuhen, who had fallen into coma during the melee, had also recovered and appeared in his field of vision.
Jiang Qian smiled at them and looked away.
Then, the passage leading to the central gambler opened, and Ye Xiaojing stood at the door.
The path to the safe zone did not pass through Jiang Qian, so the two stopped and looked quietly into the distance.
Ye Xiaojing's frosty eyes were like glaciers cracking open, melting into many emotions: touching, admiration, sincere joy, and strong love!
The light in her eyes shone in Jiang Qian's eyes, creating ripples that were inadvertent but profound.
Sen Xi from the viewing area looked at them from afar. It was the first time she saw such a look on Jiang Qian's face. It seemed to be described as a "satisfaction", soft but powerful.
Even though the beneficiary of all his efforts is another person, this does not prevent him from feeling good about himself. Even because of this, this sense of satisfaction is more real and intense.
At that moment, Senxi felt a strange electric current flow through his chest...
The tenderness in Jiang Qian's eyes made it difficult for her to look away for a long time.
"How did he do it?" Beside him, Golden Eagle Martial Saint and Bai Xiaoxi discussed Jiang Qian's method of winning.
"I'm not a roundworm in his stomach~"
Bai Xiaoxi smiled and shook his head. After a moment of silence, he continued:
"If it were me, 'recording cards' is the basic operation. Discard the cards that you are not sure about as much as possible. At the end of every ten rounds, the winning rate of both sides is derived based on the cards that have appeared. If there is a chance, in the last two rounds
Bet big in the round and kill with one strike."
"Um."
Golden Eagle Wu Sheng nodded: "When the chips of both sides are equal, this approach has a higher winning rate. But once the chips of the two sides are very different, blindly discarding will only exacerbate the strength gap between the two sides and fall into passivity. I am afraid that they will not be able to wait for the opportunity to attack.
, it’s game over.”
"That's true. If you want to be invincible, just counting cards is not enough."
Bai Xiaoxi did not deny it, and then she told the advanced version of the method:
"The key to so-called high-stakes gambling is 'insight into people's hearts'. Qianlong Wuyong is a clever observer. Based on the card patterns in the last few rounds, it can be seen that the results of each round are already under his control. I speculate that in addition to memorizing cards, he
, and also recorded the opponent’s subtle reaction after reading the cards, thus adding an additional dimension of testing to infer the type of your own cards based on the opponent’s reaction.”
"Of course, this method can easily be exploited by the opponent and cause mistakes. Therefore, this bet will test the observation, memory, and psychological quality of both parties. I think Qianlong should not touch the opponent's weakness continuously. When dealing with sensitive information
The purpose of making a big fuss is to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and at the same time, see the opponent's true reaction under pressure, so as to calibrate your observations and judgments."
Speaking of this, Bai Xiaoxi suddenly laughed:
"From this point of view, Qianlong Wuyong's victory was no accident, and the old bastard's loss was not unjust at all. The only thing I'm curious about is, how did he get rid of the old bastard's mental interference?"
The Golden Eagle Martial Saint nodded thoughtfully and said coldly: "Is it the shady 'little trick' you mentioned?"
"Yes," Bai Xiaoxi sighed, "how did he overcome it..."
In the central gambling hall, Jiang Qian watched Ye Xiaojing enter the safe viewing seat in the gambling hall, then turned and walked towards the passage back to the camp.
As the winner of this round, all eyes are focused on him.
Including high-ranking bosses observing the scene from the sidelines.
Immediately after the joy of being defeated by the Immortal Soul, someone noticed Jiang Qian's condition.
The first person to notice something strange was Zerg Supreme Qianzu: "What's wrong with his hand?"
Only then did the other family supremes notice Jiang Qian's left hand.
From the moment Jiang Qian stood up to the moment he walked towards the exit of the central gambling hall, his left hand always maintained the "pinch card" motion.
The index finger and thumb drooped naturally, but the other three fingers were curled and tightened, just like when he sat at the gambling table and raised the cards in his hand to his forehead.
Why is this?
All the supreme beings focused subconsciously, and through the images of the Sky Eye props, they finally saw the clues:
At this time, Jiang Qian was moving towards the exit passage. The cufflinks of his left arm were already wet. His left hand was showing strange redness and swelling. The middle finger to little finger was tightly curled and swollen. The index finger and thumb were stiff and drooping. The thick plasma was flowing smoothly.
The tip of the index finger dripped quietly.
As he walked, thick blood stains dripped along the way...
"He...crushed his fingers?!"
The sect of the beasts of the ancient tribe couldn't help but be surprised. His physical skills were at the pinnacle and he had extraordinary sensitivity to any external injury.
"It turns out that he maintained his sanity by injuring himself. It's really surprising." The once-in-a-lifetime hero couldn't help but admire, "You are brave and resourceful, and you don't care about the cost. You are really a big player in the game!"
Considering his status as the supreme leader of the family, this compliment is very weighty.
The sigh of the giant door god of the Bear tribe is more realistic: "If you can force the old thief of the Immortal Soul to kneel down and bow down, and don't use the hidden dragon, it is considered a worthwhile trip! I just said, how can that old thief be at the gambling table?"
You are so honest... It turns out that our camp is more skilled and has taught the old thief a lesson!"
"Haha, the head of the old thief will be harvested sooner or later, and the merit of hiding the dragon will also be rewarded."
The scene of the second observation was peaceful, and the impressions of Jiang Qian among the Supreme Leaders became more and more three-dimensional. Especially the bosses who had previously had reservations about him were also subtly adjusting their views.
"His injury doesn't matter, does it? Will it affect the subsequent gambling?"
At this time, the Mistress of the Scale Clan looked worried, already empathizing with Jiang Qian's situation: "He is helping others in this round. According to the rules, there is a high probability that he will continue to play in the last round."
Mu Yunchong said: "My little girl Senxi can help."
"Even if Qianlong is eliminated in the next round, his performance has already demonstrated his strength."
Venerable White Tiger spoke slowly and in a calm tone:
"The top priority is to find out as soon as possible what 'that thing' the Devil's Cave organization wants to get."
…
Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Qian entered the exit passage.
The strangeness of his left hand was gradually recognized by everyone at the scene, and they deduce the reality of what happened at the gambling scene.
Bai Xiaoxi squinted her eyes slightly, and when she saw clearly the condition of Jiang Qian's left hand, she seemed to smile with understanding.
Sen Xi and others also noticed the abnormality one after another, and they all got up and gathered at the exit of the passage.
In the opposite camp, the eternal Windsor silently watched the mottled blood dripping on the floor, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The Immortal Soul did not lose unjustly - his opponent was not only more skilled, but also more willing to "bet."
"!
Thinking of placing a bet, she subconsciously looked up at the public screen.
At this time, the public screens of both camps were showing a comparison of the chips between the two sides:
The original total number of chips in the Demon Cave camp was approximately 193 million. After Duke Rose’s miscalculation, the elimination of the Immortal Souls, and the loss of people who were sentenced to elimination due to fighting in the dungeon midway, the total number of chips they held has quickly shrunk to 78 million.
.
In contrast, the opposing camp's total chips are still far ahead: from the initial 275 million, it has steadily climbed to 354 million! This is more than 4 times more than the Western Demon Cave camp.
Comparison of victory and defeat: one draw and one loss.
This gap cannot be easily overcome by simply saying "luck" or "mistake".
Eternal Windsor has clearly realized that its opponent is really difficult to deal with.
"Who are those people opposite...who are they?" Duke Rose came to Windsor at this time, his expression full of anxiety, "Are they also here for that?"
"We will know." Eternal Windsor said coldly, "But the next fierce battle is unavoidable."
As Jiang Qian walked out of the passage, the originally static public screen began to scroll a new list - the list of the last round of gambling!