Chapter 442: A Gamble That Never Fails

Chapter 442: "Big Gamble" is Unbeatable

The crucial moment of decision made the immortal soul's head heat up instantly.

He was about to push out the chips and go all in to open the cards!

But the remaining reason was still pulling with desire: he desperately recalled the previous situation of gambling with Jiang Qian on chips, and based on whether the cards with points of 1 or 2 had all been passed?

Knowing that Jiang Qian's current hand points are 2, then he can only win if his points are 1 or 2 - if his hand points are 2, the two are tied, all the chips that have been bet on the table will be counted into the public prize pool, and he will lose all the capital that can be used to continue the gambling, and the result is the same loss.

The immortal soul vaguely remembered that both hands were passed.

But how many cards were they? He never paid special attention to it, and could only say that the probability was very small.

This situation with a high probability of winning and local uncertainty made the immortal soul more and more anxious, and he was unable to make a decision.

He tightly grasped the chips, and the anxiety was lingering: the current situation seemed to have a greater chance of winning, but the risks were all in his blind spot, like a time bomb, 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 provide him with decision-making was unreliable, and every second that passed became a torment.

——Is he going to give up? !

6 million has been bet on the table, and his confidence has become increasingly meager. If he gives up these 6 million chips, his starting point will return to the same situation as Jiang Qian at the beginning - almost no ability to fight back!

But even so, there is still a chance to breathe. What if good luck comes to him again?

Ha... It's not a smart way to rely on good luck at this point.

But what if the opponent is forcing him to fold? If he is really scared away, wouldn't it be exactly what the opponent wants!

No, no, no...

No!

The immortal soul suddenly realized and stood up from the chair.

How did things get to this point?

Originally, he was the one who controlled the initiative!

He could even manipulate the opponent's mind, making the opponent depressed and frustrated in public... But since when did the advantage on the field turn upside down?

I was tricked by this kid... The immortal soul's mind was spinning:

Compared with the points on his hand, he recalled more clearly the details of Jiang Qian's exposure of the past and his step-by-step efforts to undermine his beliefs. In the process, he inexplicably turned from offense to defense, denied and defended, and completely fell into the rhythm of the opponent!

And this is probably all calculated by the opponent: doing so is to weaken his control.

"Haha, so that's it, hahahaha...!!"

After figuring this out, the immortal soul laughed out loud.

His laughter finally restored its original strange rhythm, resounding throughout the central gambling hall unstoppably!

Jiang Qian's body shook, and his upright waist gradually bent with the rampant laughter of the immortal soul, until both elbows were supported on the gambling table.

He leaned on the table with one arm, his mind gradually becoming confused, his left hand still twisting the cards close to his forehead, his right hand tightly grasping the chips, clenching his teeth.

"What's wrong with him?" The Golden Eagle Martial Saint frowned.

"That old bastard is probably going to fight to the death with our genius..." Bai Xiaoxi put out the cigarette butt and focused his attention.

Although Ye Xiaojing and Senxi were speechless, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

The Golden Eagle Martial Saint didn't care: "The abilities and props have been disabled, what other means can make him lose his composure like this?"

Bai Xiaoxi sighed lightly and smiled: "You may not like some tricks, but sometimes, these shady tricks become the key to victory."

The copy did not give any warnings or prompts, which meant that the gambling continued.

However, after a brief pause, Jiang Qian finally raised his head slowly, and his tense body gradually relaxed. 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 climbed up the corners of his mouth, making his eyes more determined.

The immortal soul took a step back, the laughter solidified on his face, and his eyes gradually revealed a look of fear and disappointment.

"Give up..."

"!"

Amid the beeping urging of the prompter, the immortal soul suddenly pushed forward the chips-All in!

At the last moment of decision, the immortal soul chose to trust his intuition-bet once! Bet on the luck of two people, bet that his opponent was inducing him to fold.

With the end of this action, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Whether it was the Demon Cave camp where the immortal soul was located, or the lawful official, everyone kept silent at the same time.

Then, as everyone held their breath and waited, the copy announced the result:

2 points against 1 point, Qianlong Wuyong, wins.

The immortal soul ran out of chips and was eliminated!

The Immortal Ghost stumbled a step, and with trembling fingers he turned over his hand. He saw his points, which were 1 point with the lowest probability.

"How, how could it be..."

It turned out to be the worst result.

Jiang Qian on the opposite side had also stood up and was looking at him, with indifferent tranquility in his eyes.

Just as Bai Xiaoxi and the Immortal Ghost had inferred, Jiang Qian's performance was indeed mixed with acting. He wanted to add fuel to the flames, lay an ambush, manipulate the opponent's emotions and rationality, so that the opponent would act according to the script he had arranged.

But now, the result has been presented, and he doesn't need to waste energy on it anymore.

"You, can you really see it?"

The Immortal Ghost suddenly crossed the gambling table and pounced on Jiang Qian!

Jiang Qian dodged subconsciously and was pulled by the Immortal Ghost by his sleeve, but the other party was tripped and knelt in front of him without any image:

"Can you see it? Do you really have this ability... Do the conditions we just discussed still count?"

"..."

"Qianlong Wuyong, you name a price! As long as you help me treat, I am willing to pay any price, money, resources! What do you want? Ah?"

The Immortal Ghost pleaded incoherently, his eyes were urgent and fanatical.

But Jiang Qian just looked at him coldly.

For such a shallow and unscrupulous opponent as the Immortal Ghost, he felt that saying more words would be a waste of words.

However, this scene was unacceptable to the Demon Cave accomplices in the Western camp, like a thunderbolt from the sky:

"That lord...actually lost?"

"What is he talking about! Aren't you ashamed to say such things? Oh my God~ I can't believe it!"

"Are the bastards on the opposite side teasing us?!"

"Incredible, who is that boy?"

...

The mysterious and profound smiling hermit from the far east actually lost to a young white-faced boy on the opposite side?

This is unacceptable both emotionally and rationally.

Of course, it does not include those Demon Cave people who already know the true value of "Hidden Dragon", such as Eternal Windsor.

"Enough!"

Just when the camp was about to fall into chaos, Eternal Windsor shouted and stabilized the situation instantly.

"Whether it's a mistake or bad luck, the failure of the Undead Soul is ultimately due to our inferior skills. I hope you can cheer up and we can't afford to lose in the last round."

As the leader of the team, her insights and perspectives are beyond the reach of ordinary people. For her, the ever-changing scene is far from being exhausted.

The most critical action at the moment is to stabilize the morale of the troops and win the last round:

"Listen, let's do this in the next round..."

In the central gambling hall.

The defeated Undead Soul still holds Jiang Qian's sleeve tightly.

"You promised! As long as you win, I will give you all the chips, and you will be my attending physician!"

The fanaticism in his eyes at this moment is exactly the same as the eyes of his colleagues in the magic cave when he first entered the central gambling hall. It can be said that those who are good at manipulating people's hearts will eventually be manipulated by people's hearts.

Until the elimination mechanism of the copy is activated, the body of the Undead Soul in the copy falls apart, leaving a ground of scattered chips.

These chips will not be counted as the profit of the winner of this round, but will be included in the public prize pool.

At present, the accumulated amount of chips in the public prize pool has reached: 73.02 million.

The prompt sounded again:

[Gambler: Immortal Soul, out. ]

[Please ask the winner of this round: Ye Xiaojing, to enter the safe seat of the central gambling hall to watch the game; please ask the gambler who helps: Qianlong Wuyong, return to the original camp and wait. ]

At the same time, the image isolation inside and outside the central gambling hall was lifted, and the public screens on both sides of the camp refreshed the chips of this round:

The Immortal Soul chips were cleared; and Ye Xiaojing's chips increased from the initial 7.96 million to 40.1 million!

More than five times!

Plus a "safe house" reward is counted in the winning camp.

Jiang Qian looked back at the viewing area of ​​his own camp and saw the radiant and happy Princess Senxi, the eager to listen to the world, the smiling Bai Xiaoxi and the always serious Golden Eagle Martial Saint.

Honghu Yufei and Bai Wuhen, who had fallen into coma during the previous melee, had also recovered and appeared in his field of vision.

Jiang Qian smiled at them and retracted his gaze.

Then, the passage 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 of them paused and looked at each other quietly.

Ye Xiaojing's cold eyes seemed to crack like a glacier, melting into many emotions: touching, admiration, sincere joy, and strong love!

The light in her eyes shone in Jiang Qian's eyes, and also stirred up ripples, inadvertently, but deeply.

Senxi in the viewing area looked at them from afar. It was the first time she saw such an expression on Jiang Qian's face. It seemed to be described as a kind of "satisfaction", soft but powerful.

Even though the beneficiary of all his efforts was another person, it did not prevent him from feeling good about himself. Even because of this, this sense of satisfaction was even more real and strong.

At that moment, Senxi felt a strange current flowing through her 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, the Golden Eagle Martial Saint and Bai Xiaoxi discussed Jiang Qian's means of winning.

"I'm not a worm in his stomach~"

Bai Xiaoxi smiled and shook his head, and after a moment of silence, he continued:

"If it were me, 'remembering the cards' would be the basic operation. I would discard the cards I'm not sure of as much as possible, and in the later stage of every ten rounds, I would deduce the winning rate of both parties based on the cards that have appeared. If there is a chance, I would place a heavy bet in the last two rounds and fight for a sure kill."

"Yeah."

The Golden Eagle Martial Saint nodded: "When both sides have the same chips, this approach has a higher winning rate. But once the chips of both sides are very different, blindly discarding cards will only aggravate the gap in strength between the two sides, and fall into a passive position. I'm afraid that the game will end before the opportunity to attack is available."

"That's right. If you want to be invincible, remembering the cards alone is not enough."

Bai Xiaoxi did not deny it, and then she said the advanced version of the approach:

"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 recording cards, he ""

"Of course, this method can easily be exploited by the opponent and cause mistakes. Therefore, this bet will test the observation and memory of both parties, including their psychological quality. I think Qianlong should not touch the opponent's weakness continuously and use 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 unfair 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 in a cold voice: "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 on him at this time.

Including high-ranking bosses observing the scene from the sidelines.

As soon as the feeling of being defeated by the Immortal Soul passed away, someone immediately 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" movement.

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 peak, and he had extraordinary sensitivity to any external injuries.

"It turns out that he maintained his sanity by injuring himself. It's really surprising." The first-generation 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 clan is more realistic: "If you can force the old thief of the immortal dead soul to kneel down and worship, it is considered a worthwhile trip if you don't use the hidden dragon! I just said, how can that old thief be at the gambling table?" Being so honest... It turns out that our camp is superior and has taught the old thief a lesson!"

"Haha, the head of the old thief will be harvested sooner or later, and the merits of Qianlong will also be rewarded."

The scene of the second observation was peaceful, and the impression of Jiang Qian became more and more three-dimensional. Especially the bosses who originally had reservations about him are 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, and she was 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, with a solemn tone:

"The top priority is to find out as soon as possible what 'that thing' the Devil's Nest 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 truth 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 got up and gathered at the exit of the passage.

In the opposite camp, Eternal Windsor silently stared at 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 from the dungeon due to fighting during the fight, 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! It is more than 4 times more powerful 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 opponents are really tough.

"Who are those people on the other side?" The Duke of Rose came to Windsor at this time, his face full of anxiety, "Are they here for that too?"

"We will know." Eternal Windsor said coldly, "But the next fierce battle is inevitable."

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!