Chapter 429: Evil God Festival - Boathouse

Several guild leaders shook Bai Liu's hand and exchanged words with him in turn, and then left.

Shocked, the host continued his commentary, "According to the usual procedure, the first place winner of the preseason tournament should have drawn the team first, but since the president of the first place team of the preseason tournament, Russell Cemetery, is in the middle of a turnover, the president of the second place team, the Vagabond Circus-- "

"-- Bai Liu , go up and draw the team!"

In front of the large screen in the viewing pool, a raffle table slowly protrudes, with an opaque black curtain box with an opening for a person's arm, and three steps below the raffle table.

Bai Liu steps forward slowly, on the steps, he lowers his eyes, and under the breathless gaze of everyone in the room, he reaches into the box, grips a ping-pong sized ball inside, takes it out, and hands it to the staff waiting next to him.

The staff carefully cut the elastic ball with a knife, then took out a burst of paper from it, carefully unfolded it face down, and instead of looking at it himself, held it up and turned it around to show it to the entire audience.

The originally noisy full house fell into a brief silence when they saw the sign on the piece of paper.

The guild members of the eight teams sitting in the inner circle also had stunned expressions, and many of them even lowered their waving banners in a trance.

Heart raises an eyebrow slightly, Phoebe holds her face cutely and smiles crookedly, Cen Buming looks cold and clutches his chest as if he expected it, Daniel sits up with a grim look on his face, Georgia tilts her head slightly and whispers something to Armand, who is serious next to her.

Charles folded his arms and propped up his cane, looking away from Bai Liu, who stood in the center of the ornamental pool with an unusual expression, and curled his mouth slightly.

This gamble is getting interesting.

Liao Ke's hand on Spades' shoulder tightened abruptly, and Bai Yi stared dazedly at the labeled paper, muttering, "Shit, we can't be that unlucky, can we? ......"

"The Reverse God is not here." Bai Jiamu snapped his head around to look at Liao Ke, his face pitch black, "How are we going to fight without a tactician?!"

The host's voice, so excited that it trembled, resounded throughout the viewing pool along with his waving arms, "What unspeakable good luck, our newly promoted team, right out of the gate, drew the No. 1 team - Killer Sequence!!!"

The labeled paper that was held up had a reverse cross drawn on it - the emblem of the Slayer Sequence.

Regardless of whether this match is won or lost, drawing the Killer Sequence means that the Killer Sequence is bound to go down, and whether it's a loss or a win, it means that there will be a huge number of betting pools that will go down with a bang on the first day of the opening of the Challenge.

All the spectators in the room were abuzz!

"The great battle is about to begin! Everyone in the audience take your positions! Get your chips in hand and get ready to place your bets!" The host shook his hands, his face contorting with excitement, "And now I'd like to invite the Killer Sequence's tactician to come down to the ring for the usual declaration of war session with the Wandering Circus's tactician!"

Liao Ke took a deep breath as he raised his hand to signal that he was going to speak, "Our team's tactician is out of town, so I'll be acting as tactician to execute the flow of the match for now."

The hosts and the audience's expressions froze, then turned into a huge, arguably hideous, frenzied expression, "The Reverse God is not here?!"

"Changing tacticians on the spot is a big no-no at the top! It will bring the entire battle team down to a new level!"

The moderator's voice cracked, "Guys! Everyone! Can our newest team complete the journey of last year's Killer Sequence's comeback - the Challenge Dragon Slayer!"

"If this team succeeds in slaying the dragon, the bets placed on this Rogue Circus team can now be multiplied by more than a hundred times! Please seize the opportunity! The sooner you bet, the more you'll get back! As much as possible! Quickly! Place your bets! Place your bets!"

Wang Shun sitting on the channel rest chair, the pupils of his eyes reflecting the system panel, even if he has followed Heart to see the big waves, at this moment looking at the almost straight-line increase in the rate of betting pool betting, Wang Shun also could not help but draw a breath of cold air: "......37 times. I'm not going to be able to do that.

"This is too scary ......"

So many points bet, if the first game on the loss, will be in the hearts of these viewers to leave a rather fatal impression, the later game will be these viewers retaliation no longer betting, then to get the popularity of rushing free gold medal will be very difficult ......

Wang Shun couldn't help but look worriedly at the players in the arena, and finally his eyes settled on Bai Liu standing in the center, "...... President."

Liao Ke turns around and prepares to walk down the back passage.

Bai Jiamu suddenly grabbed his wrist, his lips pursed, his eyes deeply inquiring in a low voice, "The Counter God ...... is so smart, has always arranged everything, and can also prophesy to see the future, he will be all right right right?"

Liao Ke's back as he walked down the stairs gave a lurch, "He'll be fine."

"He said he would personally come and stop Bai Liu from winning the fight."

Liao Ke said and drew his hand downwards as he took a step into the cubicle in front of the big screen, his eyes complicated as he held out his hand to Bai Liu who stood there waiting for him, "I didn't think I'd be facing you this early."

Bai Liu raised his eyes calmly and held out his hand for a handshake, "I didn't expect that either."

Liao Ke was quiet for a moment, "I appreciate your willingness to lend us the use of the play pool earlier."

"You're welcome." Bai Liu's tone is flat, "And thanks for the fact that you guys will be setting me up with a singles match, which I sorely need to earn me popularity."

Liao Ke looked up slowly, "Looks like you've guessed our matchup schedule."

With the Counter God out of the picture, the group matches can't start for a while and something will go terribly wrong, so Liao Ke, as the temporary tactician on the field, will try to stall for time in the singles and doubles matches.

Bai Liu was quiet for a moment, "The Adversary will definitely be on, right?"

"The opponent is you." Liao Ke's tone is sure, "Then yes, no matter how badly injured, that man will crawl to get here to fight you."

Bai Liu drops his eyes and withdraws his hand, "I know."

"I'll wait for him."

After saying that, Bai Liu was about to turn around and leave, when Liao Ke suddenly voiced out, "This time, he won't let you, he'll fight to the death to win you."

Bai Liu's back lurched, gave a faint hmmm, and walked off the stage.

Liao Ke took a deep look at Bai Liu's departing back, and also turned to walk out of the exchange cubicle.

The moderator probed left and right, "Now that the tacticians from both sides have exchanged ideas, it's time to come out with the single-player setup-"

"No surprise in the Killer Sequence, the singles out should be ace main eventer Spades."

As soon as the moderator's voice is heard, Spades braces himself on the fence with one hand and simply rolls over and down in the direction of the big screen, a black bone whip tied up casually around his waist, and his pants interspersed with a number of harnesses with props strapped to them, which Spades kicks as he walks, swaying one from side to side as it's forced to his pants and shaking it off.

Spades looks down at the prop and doesn't move.

Liao Ke covered his face, his voice weak: "...... I know you don't like to bring props on the field, but count on me to beg you, don't drop it on purpose, I can tell you kicked it off on purpose, pick it up ...... "

-- The props on Spades' pants were just forced on Spades by Liao Ke.

Spades is a guy who has never used any props, either in matches or games, and given a maximum of fifteen minutes to last before Spades intentionally or unintentionally gets rid of it.

But this time Liao Ke ordered Spades to bring enough props.

The opponent is that Bai Liu ah ...... It's always good to have an extra safeguard.

Liao Ke propped himself up against the fence, looking deep into the eyes of Bai Liu, who was walking towards him with a pale expression.

It's no exaggeration to say that of all the teams he's played against that are dangerously capable, none of them have had as much oppression as someone like Bai Liu breezing onto the field has brought him.

Liao Ke felt her heart beating so fast it was going to pop out of her throat.

Wang Shun felt his heart jump into his throat.

He clutched the pen and paper in his hand, his eyes staring at Bai Liu on the stage, constantly taking deep breaths to adjust his state of being a bit dizzy at the moment, looking as if the one who is going to be on the stage is not Bai Liu, but himself.

Wang Shun The bench next to him was occupied by the rest of the team who were temporarily out of the game, and didn't look like they had to be in any better shape than he was.

Mu Ke's face has no blood at all, the fingertips of his fingers are pinched out a few marks by his own unconsciousness, Liu Jiayi's lips are tightly pursed, his calves are tensed straight, Tang Er fights with his brows knitted tightly, and for a few seconds he touches the gun he puts on his back waist, and then exhales a mouthful of turbid air slowly.

Mu Sicheng grits his teeth and shakes his legs frantically, "Grrrr, I'm so nervous I kind of want to puke."

Tang Er patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, get in shape, you've got a pairs match later, and Bai Liu has a get-out-of-jail-free card, so it won't be a big deal."

Liu Jiayi heard this, but his expression must not have loosened, but instead became more taut: "Bai Liu indeed has a death-free gold medal."

"But he won't necessarily use it in this one." Mu Ke's lips were devoid of blood, "Or to accommodate us who don't have a get-out-of-jail-free card in the regatta, and to increase the excitement and betting rate of the match-"

"-- Bai Liu odds are he won't use the get-out-of-jail-free card in this one."

Mu Sicheng was dazed and confused, "What do you mean? This is fucking Spades! He doesn't use a get-out-of-jail-free card? Is he crazy?!"

Mu Ke shook his head with a pale face, "It is precisely because of playing Spades that Bai Liu won't use it."

"He wants to break the myth of Spades' undefeated solo streak once and for all, and then jump straight to high popularity as a highly-talked-about star player, and as long as there's a star player on a team, the odds are that the audience will vote the entire troupe into the top 100 in order to make sure that this star performer gets to advance."

Mu Ke turned to Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were clenched, and said in a single word, "If he wins the match in such a high-risk situation without an immunity medal, it basically ensures that everyone in our battle team will be able to eat his popularity dividend and get an immunity medal."

"Is this fucking eating his popularity dividend?!" Mu Sicheng's eyes were red and his fists clenched, "This is fucking eating Bai Liu's life!"

The host's voice was almost a whistle note of excitement, "Here it comes! Both contestants are coming on stage!"

"Will the two contestants please declare war on each other!"

Bai Liu stood across from Spades, tilting his head back to look at him levelly, his face devoid of any emotion, "Do you want to win?"

Spades nods without hesitation, "I'm going to win you."

Bai Liu smiled, "I want to win too."

Slowly he grasps emptily from his collar, and a gold medal of immunity that had fallen off the threads appears, hanging around Bai Liu's neck, while one of the same style appears around Spades' neck.

"Oh, both sides have immunity cards." The host's voice was a bit disappointed, "Looks like both sides are going to use them, kind of pointless."

Bai Liu rips this get-out-of-jail-free card from his neck and calmly moves to the side.

[System prompt: Does player Bai Liu choose to forgo the use of the Deathless Gold Medal in this match?

The host's voice snapped up, "Oh my God! What did I see! This maneuver is a standard action for giving up a get-out-of-jail-free card! This rookie tactician decides to give up his immunity card privileges while dueling a primary attacker!"

"I take back my preamble, this match, although the result was mostly unsurprising and should have been a Spades win, was still something to see."

The host teased Bai Liu derisively, "I hope that when this rookie tactician dies on the field, he won't punish himself for his recklessness at this moment."

Spades looks at Bai Liu expressionlessly as he grips the get-out-of-jail-free tag hanging around his neck, and with a tug, flattens his arm and moves to the side as well.

[System Alert: Does player Spades choose to forfeit the use of the Deathless Medal for this match?]

The host falls into a brief silence, then pops up and roars out, "Our Spades contestant has accepted his opponent's provocation! He has also decided to forfeit his immunity!"

"This is a battle of life and death!!!"

Liao Ke's demeanor changed violently as he slapped the railing, "Spades! What are you doing!"

Spades ignores Liao Ke's roar behind him as he looks at Bai Liu with a wrong look in his eyes : "I'm going to beat you on equal terms."

Bai Liu smiled slightly, "My previous favorite liked to beat me on equal terms too."

"I've played a lot of horror games with him, but I haven't managed to beat him in any of them, he's very good at it, and I haven't been able to get over the fact that he's beaten me so many times, and I've been dying to beat him once."

"But he escaped before I could win him once."

Spades eyes glazed over, "That's how I'd beat you too."

Bai Liu looked up, the smirk on his face deepening, "Now that you say that, I hope you really do look like a passable souvenir-"

"-Can beat me for once."

As soon as the sound of his words left his mouth, he casually released his grip on the immunity medal.

Spades let go almost simultaneously with Bai Liu.

"Ding ding ding--!"

With the lanyard two gold medals landed and bounced up with a crisp clang, then spun around in the air and dispersed into a golden froth and disappeared.

[System alert: Player Bai Liu Spades confirms that he will not use the Deathless Gold Medal in this game.]

[...... game screening ...... game loading ......]

[Game loaded successfully.]

[System Alert: Player Bai Liu Spades logs in to the game copy of "Evil God Sacrifice Boat House"]