The fierce battle is going on in the rotating ring, but Jiang Qian can no longer be attracted.
His attention was focused entirely on the "threads" as thin as hair that connected each "person" throughout the venue, like unsolvable shackles.
He even couldn't help but doubt:
Is everything within my sight running naturally, or is it driven by some hidden force, sparing no effort to play various absurd roles?
Jiang Qian closed his eyes and reviewed all the laws regarding the movement of silk threads that he had observed since the beginning of the wheel battle.
Every addition, transfer or break.
Is it emotion? Desire? Obsession...
Based on all the information that you can cover, substitute all possible concepts to filter.
Fortunately, his extraordinary memory and observation ability help him sort through these details repeatedly without any obstacles, linking them together and pointing to different answers.
Then Jiang Qian opened his eyes, watched the fighting on the rotating ring, and began to check the calculations.
As time went by, the dynamic changes in Jiang Qian's eyes became clearer and more reasonable, and the pattern of growth and change of the threads in front of his eyes gradually became clear about the source of all the threads.
During this time, the remaining three Deadpools fell into the ring one after another.
Dr. Dai is a perfect hunter.
Calm, swift and precise.
But at this moment, in Jiang Qian's eyes, this three-state fusion raptor will soon become a victim of this rotating arena.
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"The most exciting moment has arrived! Let us invite "Glasses" to the stage again to compete for the final 'ace' qualification!"
Butler Simon raised his hands high, his dry arms and strange head were shaking with countless threads.
Jiang Qian stood up and stepped onto the ring. At this time, the only sharp weapon in his hand was a pen that had been criticized many times.
But he was extremely convinced of the outcome of this duel.
"Are you just going to die like this?"
Doctor Dai smiled.
Almost all of his clothes burst open, his hands showed claws, and his lower limbs were as thick as the well-developed leg muscles of a velociraptor.
Of course, now Dr. Dai has completely lost his original gentlemanly demeanor, and you can only see the blood and violence from the alien limbs all over his body.
"I thought the process would be more dangerous, but in fact I was overthinking it. While the current situation is good, let's come and put an end to this ace wheel battle."
Doctor Dai, who is in the Velociraptor fusion state, is full of confidence and can’t wait to win.
Jiang Qian couldn't help but laugh: "Do you think that if you kill me, you will become the ultimate 'ace'?"
"Isn't it? No," Dr. Dai corrected himself, "It should be said that no matter what other programs there are in the future, I must kill you here and now."
"You are smart, but short-sighted."
The corners of Dr. Dai's eyes twitched, and it was difficult to restrain his emotions in his animalistic state.
Jiang Qian adjusted the mysterious glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Do you know what I can see through these glasses?"
"Countless threads criss-cross the venue, connecting every 'person' including you and me. Of course, it's mainly you, because of your ideals..."
However, Doctor Dai obviously couldn't listen to Jiang Qian's words. He tensed up his legs and suddenly jumped towards Jiang Qian!
"Your ideals are too full, and the resulting ideological misalignment has made it impossible for you to live calmly in reality."
Jiang Qian used Snake Shadow to sneak around and easily avoided Doctor Dai's killing blow.
Doctor Dai was slightly stunned in his animal state. He didn't understand why Jiang Qianqian could still dodge his full blow even though he had non-alien limbs?
"It's very heavy, isn't it? With full ideals, fighting against prejudices that cannot be completely eliminated, are you tired?"
Jiang Qian made a pun.
And continued to dodge Doctor Dai's successive attacks.
This is not because his speed and strength have increased, but because there are fewer "threads" attached to his body, making him more flexible and comfortable.
When Jiang Qian judged that the increase and decrease in all threads were related to "obsession" based on observation, he spent some time convincing himself to "give up" the fight for the trump card.
This is very simple: anyway, there is a super crystal at the bottom, and you will not die if you lose a copy.
Then he persuaded himself to "give up" all illusions about Jiang Yang's possible survival.
This is also very simple. As long as Jiang Yang rehearses the memory of when Jiang Yang beat him violently a few times, he will feel without guilt that the other person is better off dead. He doesn't care whoever he likes collects the body.
But Dr. Dai is just the opposite.
His obsession is deep-rooted. Even if he doesn't want to be the "ace" or get the first kill in the dungeon at the moment, the obsession in his heart of "must eliminate patients' disrespect for doctors" will always be with him.
It affects him greatly!
His obsession forces him to perform various standardized behaviors.
Once a certain switch is flipped, he becomes as uncontrollable as a marionette.
What's more, Dr. Dai is not aware of this at all, so it is even less possible for him to dilute his current obsession with rational methods like Jiang Qian.
Every time the attack failed, Dr. Dai became more hysterical, and his obsession with "killing Jiang Qian" became more intense, and more and more threads accumulated on his body.
After a few short rounds, Dr. Dai was already out of breath, and his fusion animal state could no longer be maintained!
Jiang Qian still refused to take the initiative to attack.
His behavior is consistent, maintaining a state of defense and offense.
The next time the opponent became more manic and rushed toward him recklessly, Jiang Qian's hands grasped the only sharp weapon on his body, the pen, from behind.
Take off the pen cap and use the gold plastic tip of the pen to stay on the path that Dr. Dai's body vitals will pass through.
A brief pause.
There was a slight popping sound, followed by the friction sound of a sharp instrument penetrating into the muscle.
These voices that Dr. Dai is most familiar with put an end to his life.
Jiang Qian pushed away Dr. Dai's body.
Standing in the center of the rotating ring, I heard a familiar prompt: