The merchant was not good at this kind of hand-to-hand combat, and it did not see anything special.

But the mysterious man found that if his power was greatly weakened, to the same extent as the humans in the casino-

I may not be able to support this human for longer.

His mind simulated the battle with the God of Wealth, and with his strength, there were many ways to win, but if he compressed his strength to the level of this human, he couldn't sustain it for nine minutes.

The huge difference in strength will make the battle extremely boring.

The accurate prediction allowed human beings to avoid the attacks of the God of Wealth again and again, as if they knew in advance what the God of Wealth would do.

What intrigued the mysterious man the most was that the human didn't change his expression when he reacted to them.

It's like having done countless combat drills after that, and then found the most accurate solution.

It reminded him of Jing Liu.

Jing Liu can also predict the future, but he can't integrate this information so perfectly like this human, and then respond to it.

There's no way to keep this composure.

The attack of the God of Wealth, it seems that the human is seeing the trick, but it gives the mysterious man the feeling that this human is just following a set of established processes.

"He seems to be able to predict the future. In addition, it can process future information and provide the optimal solution. ”

After hearing this, the merchant became a little more serious.

The four words of predicting the future reminded it of a bad past, and it almost got into the casino because of someone with this ability.

But after some thought, it shook its head and said:

"I admit that his prediction is indeed strong, but it does not seem to change the situation of defeat, and the absolute power gap cannot be made up by calculation. A sheep in the pasture encounters a male lion in the wasteland, it will foresee its own death, but what can it change if it is foreseen? ”

The words of the businessman are undoubtedly true. There is an insurmountable gap between the White Mist and the God of Wealth.

"If he can really predict the future like that guy, then the most correct thing to do is to concede defeat in the first bet. Ditch those chips and avoid the second game. At least he was alive compared to dying. But he chose to fight, and it was an interesting choice. ”

The man in the shadows squinted his eyes and said with a smile:

"We're probably going to see an interesting show right away."

……

……

Deep Sea Casino.

Under the aftermath of the duel between the two powerhouses, one side of the arena began to collapse, and the entire deep-sea casino trembled in the deep sea under the powerful blow of the God of Wealth.

Perfect-class distortion entry: Spiral bone spurs.

Wave after wave of terrifying tactics made Bai Mist tired to deal with, and in the end, he seemed to be hit by the powerful spiral spike of the God of Wealth because of pressure and exhaustion.

This is a melee attack that allows the bones in the body to mutate, like a spiral spear, that easily penetrates the opponent's defenses.

Previously, the God of Wealth had relied on various powerful long-range suppression methods, and the dense attacks pressed the white mist so that it could not breathe.

It wasn't until Fang Cai that it was the first time that the God of Wealth really made a move, and he gave the white mist a fatal blow as soon as he made a move.

The parasite in the abdomen caused the vitality of the white mist to begin to drop significantly.

In a short battle of ten minutes or so, the God of Wealth was finally convinced that this abominable human had been pushed to the limit by himself.

"It's time for the battle to end, human, your body is so strong that even I am unexpectedly strong, but the weak sheep, no matter how hard they try, can't beat the tiger."

One side of the arena collapsed, and the lights on the ceiling flickered on and off.

White Mist's body was pressed against the corner of the arena and couldn't move.

Just forty-four seconds before being hit by the Spiral Spike, White Mist had already foreseen this scene.

[Show weakness and stop resisting.] 】

Being hit by the God of Wealth is the best strategy among the many copings to survive.

But in fact...... The white fog is not purely a sign of weakness either.

He had no room to show weakness at all, and in order to minimize the damage he received, White Mist was already doing his best, and it was impossible to do better.

After receiving fatal injuries in a row, and then recovering continuously, White Mist's physical strength began to drop significantly.

Psychic attacks such as the Song of the Siren have not stopped until this point. His vision was already a little blurry.

This is the strength of the town keepers in the red zone.

For 700 years, humanity has been waging all kinds of unfair struggles, just like the gambles that White Mist has experienced.

The crumbling boulder obscured White Mist's body, giving him a chance to breathe, but at the same time it was about to become his grave.

The God of Wealth has already figured out the strength of the white mist in this duel, and it has become particularly calm at this time.

[The opponent's qi machine has locked on you, but you must find a way to hold on for another two hundred and twenty seconds. 】

How far into the future can the eyes of Prell in a state of bondage see? White Mist wasn't clear, and he didn't have time to test it.

He only knew that his vitality was zeroing in little by little, even if the speed of life recovery allowed him to continue to heal himself, but now as long as the God of Wealth made a move, he would definitely die.

This is a desperate situation.

But in such a desperate situation, another characteristic of the white mist was also activated-

The more desperate the situation, the more painful it is, the more excited he is, and the quicker his mind becomes.

As for why the Eye of Prell wants to allow itself to stall for time, White Mist has figured out why.

His brain was spinning, thinking about how to stall for time, and at the same time preparing for a counterattack in two hundred and twenty seconds.

The footsteps of the God of Wealth were obvious, as if they were deliberately creating a kind of terror.

In the first few minutes, the God of Wealth kept probing, not even getting too close to the white mist.

Instead, through one lethal blow after another, the strength of the white mist was analyzed. It didn't underestimate the enemy, the lore brought by various entries came one after another, and the response of the white mist made it breathtaking, but it also convinced it that the strength of this human was far inferior to its own.

It's a matchup without any suspense, a simple game of cat and mouse.

For 700 years, human beings have not even had the courage to touch this force, even if one or two dazzling new stars are occasionally born in the long river of history, in the face of power, they can only return to dust.

"I feel like I'm going to die."

Bai Mist's tone was very calm, and he did not deliberately pretend to be panicked and unwilling.

Combined with the gambling game of the first scene, Bai Wu's acting skills are too realistic, and if Bai Wu uses a certain sad and painful tone, the God of Wealth will not be gullible.

On the contrary, it was this calm that made the God of Wealth subconsciously believe that this human had given up struggling.

"In fact, long before I even entered the casino, I had a premonition that there was a lot of danger here. I've been involved in a lot of gambling and know that if you win too hard, you will end up dead. The most important thing to pay attention to in the casino is proportion. ”

The sound of white mist came from the ruins, revealing a bit of weakness.

This weakness is not pure camouflage.

Parasites, Chaos Devouring, various elemental attacks, and finally the bone spur spiral that directly penetrated the White Mist's abdomen, even in Extreme Equilibrium mode, it took a considerable amount of time for the White Mist's life recovery to heal itself.

The God of Wealth aimed the bone spurs on his body and the annihilation parasites attached to his limbs at the ruins, and he did not mind trampling on the faith of the White Mist before he died.

But it's not stupid enough to be defenseless.

The God of Wealth's qi locks on the white mist, and as long as there is any energy in the white mist's body, it will solve the white mist as soon as possible.

"It seems that you chose to participate in the second layer of gambling because of something else?"

"That's right, the reason why I chose to keep winning is not just because of the power of the chips, but because I want to find out where these humans working in the casino come from?"

"Ho

The white mist in the ruins coughed:

"Ahem, ahem...... Ahem, there are a lot of experiences in the tower, and these experiences have created inertia in our thinking, at least when my partner and I came here, although everyone was on guard, it was obvious...... We still underestimate the dangers of this area. ”

When the God of Wealth did not integrate into the various entries, the danger level of the area was already approaching the upper limit of the blue zone.

But once Fortuna blends all the casinos into itself, this area becomes a red zone.

In a sense, this is the first time that humans have gone head-to-head with a Red Zone Guardian-level being.

The God of Wealth let out a mocking laugh.

It recalls the last time the well was opened, the area was misplaced, and travelers had come to dig into the corners of the casino.

I want to make myself loyal to another adult with it.

The god who purportedly came from the well was the one to whom the traveler was allegiated. It mentions a statement, a prophecy to be exact.

Humans will find their way to the well.

This is ridiculous in the eyes of the God of Wealth. If you don't count those old monsters on the fifth layer of the tower, this human in front of you should be the strongest existence in the tower for seven hundred years.

But even with such an existence, in the face of the guardians of the red zone level, they do not have the power to fight.

"I can't get out of here, can you tell me where these casino waiters come from before you kill me......

"Who would remember such a thing? Do you remember where the animals were? ”

Of course, the God of Wealth knows where these people come from.

Somewhere in the tower, there is a place called "Hatchery".

This place hides extremely evil secrets, but there are countless equally evil secrets, hidden in the Black Towers of the Square Cone.

"What if you knew? Do you think I'm going to let you die with the answer? Ho Ho ......"

The voice of the white mist revealed a faint helplessness:

"Even if I can't practice fairness and justice, don't I even have the right to know?"

As if suddenly saying something very funny, the God of Wealth's twisted body began to shake slightly, and it laughed unscrupulously, not even imitating its boss:

"Hahahahahahahaha......ha Fair? Justice? What era do you think this is? You're just animals in the pasture. ”

"Will the beast know the fate of his death? Maybe your strength has brought you closer to the fence and seen a little truth, but that also means that you will be the next cargo to be slaughtered. ”

Mocking laughter echoed through the arena.

Bai Mist carefully pondered the meaning of the God of Wealth's words. This is obviously a mockery, but it should also be mixed with some kind of metaphor.

If humans are animals kept in captivity on pastures, who is the owner of the ranch?

Is it the fifth floor? Or the sixth layer?

It is true that the people at the bottom live like livestock, but the people in the second and third layers are not necessarily fundamentally different from the people at the bottom.

The real owners of the casinos are merchants.

Merchants, like travelers, may not be able to travel through many areas, but their business is spread over many places, even ...... Its business went to the Tower.

It's a very ironic thing.

Bai Wu suddenly realized that perhaps he and the investigators like the captain, as human beings, knew far less than a villain.

There is a large flock of sheep in the pasture, and although these sheep are divided into three, six, nine and so on, the fact that they are sheep will not change.

Wolves covet sheep, and even the owners of pastures covet them.

If the wolves come from the well, and the pasture represents the tower, then what is the relationship between the tower and the well, and between the wolf pack and the owner of the ranch?

Bai Wu didn't know the answer to this question, and he sighed:

"I don't think I can get any more information from you."

Although the God of Wealth regretted that it could not perceive the panic and despair of the white mist, it also knew more or less that this human had potential far beyond other humans.

For a long time, even a flock of sheep occasionally gave birth to one or two aliens.

It's just that the aliens are still sheep after all, and they can't compete with tigers and wolves.

"Are these your last words?"

"Of course not. Living in this era and world, my last words must be to let the cook add dishes. If there were a cook in this world. ”

The style of the dialogue seems to have changed suddenly.

The God of Wealth was slightly surprised, and the faint sense of depression in Bai Mist's tone seemed to disappear.

It hadn't realized what was going to happen yet, because of the white mist at this moment, there were no energy fluctuations in its body - it was like a restrained posture.

White Mist did not do anything, or as a human being, he had already thrown in the towel, and he realized one thing:

The time has not yet come for humanity to confront the Evil Fallen, and he and the captain and the rest of the Tower still have a lot to do.

The flock is still far from being able to contend with the shepherds and tigers and wolves.

……

There seemed to be a sudden change in the aura in the arena, a very subtle change that only the top predators could perceive.

The God of Wealth sensed that in Bai Mist's body, there was a power that had not been felt before, and its reaction was very fast, and at this moment, all the killing moves were unleashed!

"Stubborn resistance, mantis arm as a car, stupid human!"

The Chaos Vortex reappeared, and on the huge ceiling, dozens of Extremely Cold Spears blocked all the areas where the white mist might escape.

The terrifying bone spurs and annihilation parasites rushed towards the white mist in an instant!

A series of terrifying attacks is enough to destroy the arena, and the strength of the God of Wealth, as if it has exceeded the limits of the "rules", can cause damage to the scene.

It's just that it didn't know that Long before all this came, White Mist had foreseen this scene.

Under such a terrifying offensive, Bai Wu categorically had no chance of surviving. In a sense, he was dead at this moment.

Or maybe he didn't die, but survived in a different way by relying on something.

Spirit's watch.

This item, which can turn the wearer into a villainous one, becomes the last hole card of the White Mist.

Of course, he could have taken the watch with him at the beginning, but unfortunately, his luck was not as good as last time, the value of the watch fluctuated randomly, and it was only when the value was at three hundred for a while that the white mist would change into a bad fall.

If you wear this watch too early, you will only make your opponent desperate to kill you. He must find a corner where he can hide his opponent's vision and wait for his moment.

In the future foreseen by the Prell Eye, only at this very moment, the hands of the watch will continuously hit the maximum value.

White Mist didn't know what kind of realm he would enter this time.

At the beginning, his associated power was only second-order, but after becoming evil, he directly jumped into a seventh-level mutation.

Now he has the associated power beyond the ninth order, and the mutation level after the evil degeneration is completely unknown. The most important thing is that those terms that were originally unusable in the White Mist can now be used.

Vortex adsorption, elemental bombardment, countless parasites, and bone spurs continue to wreak havoc on the area where the White Mist is located.

But inexplicably, these attacks did not make the God of Wealth feel at ease. It was amazed at its own heart, and it had a hint of fear.

An aura of unprecedented power enveloped the entire arena...... and even the entire casino is shrouded.

The flickering ceiling suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light, like countless stars exploding, spewing unimaginable power, shattering and distorting space—

The huge and broken bone wings stretched out, and an unfamiliar voice came from the ruins:

"Stupid humans? When did you come up with the illusion that I was merely human? ”

(The number of anti-theft words is 4220, and the actual word count is 4721.) ）