Round three, Gao Xin entered the voting booth and couldn’t help but laugh when he glanced at the content of the duel invitation.
"I am Sofia, betray if you want to live."
Was this an attempt to beco the killer for the white side as quickly as possible?
Below were four options.
He saw that all four were circles! Identical circles!
Equal in area, equal in circumference, with no text whatsoever.
At first glance, he thought he’d been given four identical circles.
But upon closer examination, Gao Xin was still able to discern the differences between them.
That is, the color of the circles’ borders!
The first circle had pure black lines. The second circle had brown lines. The third circle had dark red lines. The fourth circle had cyan-black lines.
"Playing such tricks, really cunning."
Gao Xin sighed, the other party had designed it well from the very first question.
The difficulty was imnse, plus they had cut out Glass Man’s tongue to prevent leaking of answers.
It was outright aggressive.
It was lucky that in the end he ntioned dividing them according to yin and yang.
Otherwise, relying solely on which was bigger or stronger, counting vertices, or looking at orientation would make it impossible to distinguish.
"Choose the third one."
Gao Xin casually made his choice, with dark red being the closest to ’bright’ amongst the four options, after all, it had a hint of red.
"Unanimous vote failed, gladiator to be chosen within three minutes, Glass Man only."
Seeing the vote fail again, Gao Xin pursed his lips, there was nothing he could do.
Not rushing to turncoat, he first went out to et up with the others.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Su Lei running out: "Damn it, how can they all be the sa!"
"..." Gao Xin scratched his head.
ii said: "They’re not the sa, look at the colors."
Su Lei was taken aback: "Colors?"
"I didn’t notice any difference in colors..."
Dongfang Yi scrutinized him: "Are you color weak? You should eat more goji berries and cassia seeds."
At this point, Xing Shiping and the others ca out, and everyone started sharing their choices.
Su Lei, unable to see the colors, had chosen at random, not knowing whether he was correct or not.
But on Xing Shiping’s team, two others got it wrong; they had recognized that the key lay in the colors, but they chose brown.
"Why brown? It’s definitely dark red," Dongfang Yi said, puzzled.
The two were dumbfounded: "Dark red? They all looked pretty black, shouldn’t we choose brown?"
Gao Xin smiled, consoling them: "It was about choosing yang... no worries, we were planning to shed blood anyway..."
"Speaking of which, it took a long ti to understand how most people differentiate between yin and yang, softness and hardness."
"Keep practicing from now on."
With that, he had Dongfang Yi make more guesses with everyone, continuously guessing, covering various types of questions.
anwhile, they also managed to successfully turn Han Qing, on the opposing side, back into a black player!
And they had successfully turned one of Louis’s brothers from the other side as well.
Clearly, this was the calm before the storm.
The Viking Gang was planning to make their move in the fourth round.
Just when everyone thought things were proceeding as expected,
Xing Shiping suddenly shouted, "That... Sofia has given another task!"
Hearing this, Gao Xin was not shocked but pleased: "Is that woman telling you to make a move and choose as the gladiator?"
Xing Shiping and the others nodded: "Exactly, she wants to eliminate you, asking and my brothers to suddenly pile votes on you, forcing you into battle."
Dongfang Yi coldly said: "This woman knows that Viking Gang is going to stir trouble in the fourth round, so she wants to hit us first."
"She wants Xing Shiping to turn against us directly, to eliminate you during this round, and at the sa ti, to cause chaos within our white side, creating an open confrontation."
"That way, she can deal with the Viking Gang with ease."
Xing Shiping said solemnly: "Of course, I wouldn’t harm Gao Xin, hmph, I’ll just say there aren’t enough votes, and it’s a tie with five votes each for us and you guys."
Gao Xin and Dongfang Yi simultaneously said: "No!"
The two exchanged glances, and Gao Xin said, "I want to go! I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long ti."
...
In the gladiator stage of the third round, the black side’s gladiator was a man in a black tank top, a subordinate of Sofia.
He stepped out from the white base, walking indifferently into the arena,
standing at about one ter eighty, not particularly muscular.
Clutching a dagger in hand, just standing there, he exuded an aura of lethal seriousness.
He waited, not knowing if the person arranged by his mistress would appear.
But the odds were, soone would appear, for the white side had been consistently not choosing a gladiator, giving up by zero votes each ti, theoretically the traitor could just pile a few votes on Gao Xin and that would do.
Unless Gao Xin’s group were all aware of this and imdiately voted collectively for another person, success was certain.
Seconds ticked away minute by minute.
The man in the black tank top waited a good two and a half minutes.
And still, the doors of the white base remained firmly shut.
"Hmm? Did it fail?" the man murmured to himself, aning the undercover operative was discovered or was a double agent all along.
Just when he thought no one would co out, suddenly!
The gates of the white base opened.
Gao Xin, holding a pistol, slowly walked out.
Just as he left the entrance of the base, it seed like he dared not step forward, simply holding the gun and pointing it at the other man from over thirty ters away.
Gao Xin had entered the fight!
This was the first ti in the ga so far that people from both sides had entered the Duel Arena.
"Hey, do you want to talk?" Gao Xin shouted.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the black base, Sofia also saw this scene and, swaying her twin ponytails, scread, "Kill him!"
"Swish!"
The man in the black tank top didn’t hesitate in the slightest and imdiately dashed out.
When Gladiators et, it’s fight to the death, no surrender, what’s there to talk about?
"Bang bang bang!"
Gao Xin, seeing this, decisively opened fire, and a fierce battle erupted!
"Kill!" The man in the black tank top was very agile.
He ran crouched down, taking a strange path, darting left and right, with several bullets just grazing by him.
Hitting the ground or small stone bollards around him.
In the Duel Arena, there were various items and tal covers.
He took advantage of these and his own agile movents to keep closing in.
"Bang bang bang!" Gao Xin fired several shots, but didn’t hit him once!
It was only when the other man got to about ten ters away that he finally hit him with one shot.
But the man in the black tank top snorted coldly, bearing the shot, without even a change in his breathing.
He even squeezed the bullet out with the muscles of his chest!
Instead, he sped up his sprint, protecting his face with a dagger and charged straight at Gao Xin.
"Damn, you really aren’t afraid of bullets?"
Gao Xin roared, quickly emptying his last bullets, most of which the other man blocked with his dagger.
Only two hit the other man’s arm, and one hit his neck, making the man in the black tank top bleed.
But that was it, the man in the black tank top simply had a small bloody hole in his neck as he approached Gao Xin.
Gao Xin gave a bitter smile and, rolling backward, jumped over the gate and hid inside the white base!
Seeing Gao Xin actually retreat, the man in the black tank top stiffened, his cool face showing a mont of astonishnt.
"You can go back to the base without finishing the fight?"
He had already rushed to the entrance of the white base, slowing his pace.
If Gladiators could hide in the base, then if they just locked the door, wouldn’t the progress of the ga be stuck?
But seeing Gao Xin inside as if nothing happened, and realizing the rules indeed hadn’t said that Gladiators couldn’t return to the base during combat.
So Gladiators could run into the enemy base during a deathmatch? As long as the other side didn’t close the door.
This was the first ti there was hand-to-hand combat, and he hadn’t really thought about it before.
"Whirr." Gao Xin pressed the start button, and the gate quickly closed.
Seeing this, the man in the black tank top didn’t think further and dashed inside.
"Hehe."
The man in the black tank top sneered. He had stord into the white base.
No problem!
At this mont, his entry was like a wolf among sheep; everyone in the white base would die.
"No one on the first floor... are they all hiding on the second floor?"
He quickly scanned the lobby, knowing the others were upstairs, but that was fine. The door to the voting room could be opened from the outside, locked only during the invitation voting period.
"Whoosh!" He saw Gao Xin dashing up the stairs and imdiately threw a dagger at him.
It was too fast; Gao Xin only had ti to sidestep off the wall, yet he was still struck in the shoulder!
Splurt! The dagger went straight through his shoulder, spewing a spurt of blood.
The man in the black tank top was about to finish off Gao Xin when suddenly he heard a popping sound.
He saw that above the central round table in the white base, the projection displaying the blood bar went from 4 to 3 with a whoosh!
Huh? The base lost blood?
Did Gao Xin die just because he was shot through the shoulder?
The man in the black tank top froze, quite puzzled. Gao Xin was clearly not dead.
Then, an extrely terrifying voice ca: "Traitor voting ended."
"What?"
The man in the black tank top could no longer maintain his cool expression; his facial features twisted on the spot.
How could this be? He was still fighting to the death. How could he have been voted to death?
Traitor voting? How could there be traitor voting? That could only happen after one side lost.
That’s right, they lost blood. The white team had been deed the loser, so the white team could vote for a traitor.
But why? Wasn’t it a deathmatch?
It’s a fight to the death until one side perishes, Gao Xin wasn’t dead, so why was it concluded as a loss?
All these questions surged in his mind in an instant.
But the man in the black tank top had no ti to do anything or say anything.
A beam of light descended, and he turned to ash on the spot.
...
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