The players have not yet entered the screen for the time being, and the camera swept over the audience with the beam, and Zi Shumo found Tu Xiuwen and Jia Yangren in the crowd. Both of them were honestly masked and had already squeezed to the front, close to the arena. Jia Yangren is quite gentlemanly, he stood behind Tu Xiuwen, his hands propped on the protective railing, trying his best to block the crowd around her and leave a comfortable space for her.

The lights in the arena suddenly dimmed, and the audience quieted down, and then a beam of light hit the ring, and at some point, a man wearing a top hat and a tuxedo stood in the ring, wearing a golden mask on his face. He held an old-fashioned umbrella with a curved handle in one hand, the tip of which shimmered in the light.

He froze dramatically for a few seconds, then danced a strange, funny, and eerie dance to the sudden music. His movements are chic and agile, with all kinds of somersaults and splits, and at first glance he is a practitioner with a solid foundation.

The powerful music and his dancing immediately set off a small climax in the arena. After being convinced that he had been recognized by the audience and could successfully mobilize the emotions of the audience, he pointed the tip of the umbrella straight into the air and put on a tall posture. When the music was over, he grabbed a microphone stretched out in the air and said loudly:

"Thank you for coming! In this arena today, our warriors are gathered together, who will be able to break through in this melee, and who will be ruthlessly eliminated? Keep your eyes open! Place your bets on your favourite players! As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his voice exaggeratedly, put one hand on his ear and said exaggeratedly:

"What? Don't have a player you like yet? Never mind! You can keep betting on the next matches! Your bet is on their approval! Come on! Let our warriors see your sincerity!

And voila! Over there! The twelve warriors of our first team are ready! Let's cheer for them! ”

The audience was quite cooperative, and immediately let out a shout of landslide and tsunami, and a team of people wearing the same sweatpants as Zi Shumo walked up to the stage in turn, with numbers sprayed on their bodies and arms.

Bai Mu Niang stared at the screen intently, and after a while, she gently bumped Zi Shumo with her elbow and said, "Look, this No. 36 and No. 5 have joined forces, and in addition, those people have also formed a small group." ”

Zi Shumo looked in the direction of Bai Mu Niang's finger, and sure enough, he found that the people Bai Mu Niang said had some unusual tacit understanding with each other, and even the beating was not aimed at the point.

"Isn't that a foul?"

"Didn't you read the rules of the game? Being able to rally others around you is also an ability. Whether you end up betraying them or are determined to side with them, it's your choice. Look at that number 7, in less than two minutes, I can guarantee that he will immediately betray his teammates! ”

Zi Shumo half-narrowed his eyes and thought: "In other words, this is not only a physical competition but also a mental competition?" ”

"That's right, one is your way of looking at people, if you choose the kind of person like No. 7 as a companion, then you will die a very ugly death. One is to look at your ability, if you are strong enough, others will naturally come back and attach themselves to you. One is to look at your characterization, after others come over, will you be carried away and unable to recognize the facts. Bai Mu Niang stared at the screen intently, and every word seemed to mean something.

"But didn't you say I should not be too conspicuous? So how can I be inconspicuous and get into the top three? Zi Shumo couldn't help but say with a bitter face.

Bai Mu Niang still didn't take her eyes off the screen, and said absentmindedly: "This is your own business, find a way to solve it yourself." ”

When you owe gambling debts and ask me to pay them off, why don't you say that this is your own matter and solve it yourself? Zi Shumo slandered for a while, and then laughed self-deprecatingly: I am too small-bellied, obviously it is my own choice, and I can't blame others. Bai Mu Niang didn't put a knife on his neck to force him to do these things. Thinking like this, Zi Shumo was relieved, and also focused on the game, wanting to find a way for himself from these people's competitions.

Look at the time, the first round has been played for more than eight minutes, and now there are still nine people in the stadium! If the number of people cannot be reduced to three in just over a minute, then all these people are out.

A time prompt sounded in the arena, and the countdown began, and the remaining nine people were visibly panicked.

No. 36 and No. 5 clearly did not intend to give up the game, and their eyes and gestures showed their determination to advance and retreat together. No. 7 became a loner after betraying two of his teammates before, and although no one could continue to betray him, he was better at kung fu than the others, and others did not take him seriously. At this time, he was like a lone wolf, with a cold light in his eyes, licking his lips with his crimson tongue from time to time, patiently waiting for the lone prey.

“45！ 44！ 43！ ”…… The audience also began to count down loudly, and some people cursed wildly, urging them to decide the winner quickly.

No. 7 realizes that this wait has no results, and instead wants to join another group. Seeing that he couldn't join the small team of 36 and 5, he set his sights on the other three weaker ones.

Although the three of them were afraid of being betrayed by him, if they didn't accept him, they would continue to consume him, and no one would win. Urged by time, the Weak Chicken Trio accepted him. He seemed to be particularly tired of the unbreakable combination of No. 36 and No. 5, and led the three weak chickens to besiege the two, and threw the two off the ring first.

With 15 seconds left, there were still 7 people on stage. After failing to attack the remaining three, No. 7 did not hesitate to turn his attention to his "teammates".

The three men were also self-aware and did not intend to carry it to the end, and one of them, who was already injured, voluntarily gave up the fight and jumped from the ring himself.

The first game ended at the last second, with a narrow win of six.

The camera seemed to particularly "favor" No. 7, giving him four or five close-ups in succession. Indeed, in a way, number 7 is indeed excellent! He had a well-proportioned build, medium height, and judging by his face exposed outside the mask, he should not be an ugly young man.

It's just that the remaining five people on the same stage inadvertently kept a certain distance from him, and although he entered the semi-finals with two of the weak chicken trio, his behavior and ability made everyone feel disgusted and feared.

"This is called natural selection, survival of the fittest, you have to learn a little hard." After a five-minute intermission, Bai Muniang's gaze finally moved away from the screen and turned to Zi Shumo, who smiled noncommittally.

Honestly, as the first game of the opening game, this one was not a great one, and the restless crowd was already looking forward to the new excitement that the second match would bring them!

What a busy day~~~ The goddesses of the world are mine! Hahaha~~ Oops, no, there are only goddesses in my world! Hahaha~

(End of chapter)