The only card in Snowmark's hand now is that the opponent has not found his position, so he is not sure if he is still on the scene, and he will think that the reason why the opponent did not attack is because the opponent has fled.

Then he will leave.

The reeds swayed gently in the breeze, sometimes obscuring the view, sometimes clear.

A man and a bear confronted each other silently.

"Oh, that's a pity. The Pope looked at the battle between Snow Marks and the Bear, and shook his head: "There are some brains, but it's a pity that I was indecisive and delayed the fighter." The Pope was still interested when the snow trails were laying the trap, but seeing them enter a stalemate, as if they were about to enter garbage time, the Pope couldn't help but feel intrigued, and he had already switched half of his vision to the rest of the world to observe the more intense and exciting battles.

Pissarro smiled as he watched the battle of the snow marks, narrowing his eyes and slowly stroking the short gray beard on his chin.

Time passed, and Snow Scar anxiously waited for the other to leave, but the bear seemed to have no intention of leaving. He didn't even look around, he just stared at the rough location where the snow marks were, and didn't move.

His immobility puts more psychological pressure on Snow Marks. He is like an enemy who has mastered everything, sneering at the dying struggle of his opponent who has died and taking pleasure in it. Snow Scar couldn't help but wonder if he had some unique and unbelievable telekinesis ability, was it able to ignore his lurking ability to discover his ability, or was it an unparalleled offense and defense that gave him the confidence to win? This kind of worry made Snowmark scratch his heart and liver, and his lack of understanding of telekinesis made his enemies incomparably stronger.

Could it be that he had already discovered his hiding place?

It is likely that the other party has already judged or "observed" with an unbelievable ability that he has not left. What should I do? Snow Scar had another self-doubt.

Now it's Snow Marks' turn to make the difficult choice, whether to run away or attack?

At this time, he remembered the teachings of the hunter leader Goron - he did not use words, but practiced by himself, and taught Snow Marks a lot during the hunt.

He remembered that in a battle to hunt a beast he had never seen before, Goron was pinned against the rock wall by the horned beast, and his life was in danger, but he gave up his defense, and instead slammed the seemingly weak armor between the beast's eyes, perhaps that point was precisely the weakness of the beast, and this blow saved himself and the life of the entire squad that was already at the end of its rope, and the hunters turned defeat into victory. Afterwards, Snowmark asks Goron how he knows that there is a weakness, and Goron tells him that even if it is not a weakness, you must make a hole, otherwise you will die. What do you doubt? Just believe it.

Snowmark chose to continue to lurk, he was confident in his ability to lurk, a skill he had honed so hard in the jungle, and an important basis for him to survive this melee. As Goron puts it, this confidence comes from the psychological logic of "unquestionable". Just like the last card in a player's hand, if you lose it, you're out, so you don't need to worry about whether the card is bigger than your opponent at all, because it's already the last card, just believe it's big and play it.

He was convinced that the other party could not know his exact location, and that the only way to find him was to walk over and check the footprints. Then, the distance will be shortened, and a strong attack will become possible. Either...... Or just walk away on your own, bastard!

Thinking of this, he once again felt that he and the other party were evenly matched. This psychological war ended in a draw.

Now, it's a contest of endurance to see who can't hold their breath first.

Somewhere in the center of Jerusalem, a confined space. Dozens of people were nervously busy in the hall.

The hall is more than ten meters long and wide, and there is a two-story patio in the center, and a group of large screens hang down from the patio, like a huge fruit, the screen is frameless and bottomless, like a translucent picture suspended in the air. The screen is circular with countless numbers and characters scrolling on it. Dense as a crucian carp crossing the river.

However, the suspension structure extending from the ceiling is a complex and exquisite pure mechanical structure, and even the alloy gears that are tightly engaged inside can be faintly seen, as well as the frequent flickering light points emitted by the inexplicable machinery.

There is a recessed space on the ground below the ring screen, where a transparent hemisphere several times smaller than the arena is placed, which is basically the same as the viewing ball in the arena, but more powerful, and can see more information and information from here than the arena auditorium. Dressed in neat and distinctive robes, people gather around the ball, exchanging heads and talking complex and esoteric terms.

Their robes had intricate and ancient patterns, but there was a fluid like electricity flowing slowly through them. The sense of antiquity and technology coexists, and it feels like an antique cup full of electrolyte.

Countless pipelines, screens, and electromechanical devices are arranged in a messy and orderly manner. Countless people are working here in an orderly manner. They sit in front of small screens, observing the data flowing on the screens or switching images quickly.

This is the central control room in Jerusalem, where all the parameters of Jerusalem's operation can be controlled. From the scheduling of the overhead rail operation to the docking and separation of the entire floating block of Jerusalem, and even the location of each guard, it can be controlled here.

Now one-sixth of the conventional computing power of the entire central control room is spent on the battles in the Colosseum in Jerusalem. Those who wore strange robes were the controllers of the central control room.

A bespectacled staff member is sitting in front of a screen, watching the battle between Snow Marks and the bear.

"Director, there's something wrong here. She raised her hand. Her group of staff members turned their backs to the center of the hall, and behind them, a man in a black robe near the "fruit" turned around and walked towards her, leaning down behind her to look at the screen in front of her.

Snowmarks and bears face off in the mire.

The "Director" reached out and pressed it against the table, covering an inconspicuous rune, and a subtle and brief mechanical sound sounded, while the table top where the rune was located was slightly recessed into a circle, and the director's sleeve touched the tabletop. Suddenly, the stream of data flowed up the sleeve of the robe like water in a straw, and the director instantly understood the cause and effect.

He thought for a moment, and then said to himself, "Is it a passive battle?" coordinates are at 23.31, 40.11, and it's near the edge...... It seems that it is time to shrink the field, activate the weather system, wildfires. ”

"Okay. The staff lifted their glasses.

A piece of data is injected into the desktop from the sleeve, and the operation instructions have been issued, and the staff only needs to simply proofread and process the details. The director left the table, and the staff immediately operated deftly on the three-dimensional disc phantom that appeared on the table, as if playing with a pair of invisible hands to turn the rope.