Although Luo Binhan had read the competition guide at this time and knew that the competition rules did not restrict - or should be said to encourage - contestants to create some non-fatal obstacles for other contestants at the starting stage, but now he has updated it own concept of "non-lethal". The seven players are like gods crossing the sea, doing everything they can except not leaving their own track. He saw empty bullets flying randomly, hypnotic spray filling the air, and rainbow lights shooting randomly, all mixed with the passionate singing of "Hold this galaxy into my arms."
The virtual images of bullets were flying everywhere. If it weren't for the breath projection, the audience would have already rioted. At this moment, Luo Binhan only heard even more deafening cheers and cheers. This seething and frenzied scene made Fina restless and spinning around in the cage. Luo Binhan regretted bringing it here, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving it somewhere else, so he had to take out a small bag of worm feed as a comfort.
The hypnotic smoke sprayed from Contestant No. 4's mouth dissipated somewhat. Joel Fineman, wielding double sticks, and No. 7, dual-wielding submachine guns, burst out at the same time. At this moment, Joel Fineman was still wearing a windshield, rolling and dodging nimbly like a martial artist, and then using his hands to spin the metal rod like two shields. No. 7's bullets clanked and made sparks, but the water couldn't get in.
The flying bullet casings hit No. 4's open mouth. He choked and coughed violently, and then was hit by a grenade thrown by No. 5. The grenade exploded, spewing out a dark mucus, trapping No. 4 in place.
There were eight steamed buns on each table.
Number Three had already rushed to the table, but hit an invisible wall. It looked around in confusion for a few seconds, and finally glared angrily at No. 2, a silver wolf three times its size.
In the close-up of the screen, the silver wolf's forehead flashes with light symbols. It seems that it is the culprit blocking No. 3's path to steamed buns. In retaliation, Number Three aimed at it with the horn on his head and fired a laser-like pink ray.
Silver Wolf jumped to avoid it. They began to interact with each other across the track, using rays and wind blades to go back and forth.
At this moment, No. 1 has also approached the dining table, followed closely by No. 5. Joel Fineman and Seven were still struggling, slightly slower than them.
The buns turned into sixteen.
Joel Fineman began twirling a metal rod with one hand. The other one pointed towards Number Seven, who was running in sync with her. The disco glare emitted from the stick head dazzled No. 7's eyes, causing him to shoot a string of bullets at No. 5 by mistake. Joel Fineman took this opportunity to spin around and pull his leg, kicked up a bullet casing on the ground, and kicked it into No. 7's gun hole. The movements were smooth and flowing, arousing a new round of cheers from the audience.
Number 7 dropped the blocked gun and shot a few more rounds at her with the other one, but at this time he no longer pursued the attack on Joel Farman and instead hurriedly ran towards his table.
The number of steamed buns turned into thirty-two.
The magical war between Silver Wolf and Pony quickly becomes intense. They obviously realize that if they don't start, their dining table will become out of control. In the end, Xiao Ma used a ray as thick as a bowl to knock Silver Wolf off the track, then broke through the invisible barrier, and eagerly swallowed the first steamed bun.
Number 1, who is considered a giant among the players, also started to destroy the steamed buns. He could grab five at a time and stuff them directly into his mouth, which seemed like he had a good chance of winning. When the next ten seconds were up, he had twenty-eight steamed buns left.
Number Seven and Joel Fineman also began to eat hard. Their body postures are closer to those of ordinary people, and they can only put one steamed bun into their mouths at a time. In Luo Binhan's opinion, there is a high risk of suffocation. When the doubling time came, their number of steamed buns were forty-eight and forty-six respectively.
Five, who was hit by a stray bullet, limped a bit to the table. Sixty-four steamed buns were piled in front of him, which looked quite impressive. The close-up screen captured his frustrated look, but he still persisted in picking up the first steamed bun.
The eliminated No. 2 and No. 4 were quickly rescued by security personnel. The remaining five players are all eating Heisei without caring about their own safety. After falling behind from the starting line, No. 5 soon began to struggle. The growing steamed buns piled up on his dining table, as spectacular as a mini snow mountain. When the number on the screen above his head changed to 9998, he had to raise his hands and admit defeat, signaling the security personnel to rush forward and eliminate the steamed bun bugs on his dining table.
The flames engulfed the Mantou Mountain, and Luo Binhan could clearly hear the disappointed boos from the audience.
At this time, the only ones left in the field are Giant No. 1, Pony No. 3, Joel Farman No. 6 and No. 7 - his name in the list of contestants is "Condor Invincible". Luo Binhan does not want to find out who this is. idea.
The giant once showed an overwhelming advantage. After devouring nearly eighty steamed buns, he successfully reduced the remaining number to twelve. It seemed that he had a sure chance of victory. But then he fell into fatigue and could only slowly swallow two to three steamed buns at a time, and had to chew hard several times. His belly was so swollen that it also hindered his ability to look at the table and search for the remaining buns.
Number Seven was also in trouble. Because he threw away his submachine gun in too much haste when he rushed to the table, several steamed buns were swept deep into the table by the barrel of the gun. That caused some kind of psychological pressure on him, so he always wanted to eat the ones far away while he could still move, which in turn delayed his normal efficiency. No. 3 and Joel Fineman also played very steadily, with an unhurried pace, but most of the time they could get less than half before doubling.
The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided. Everyone's eyes were lingering on the data columns of the four players. Even Jing Huang, who had dozed off in his seat, suddenly woke up.
"What are you doing?" he asked, staring at the screen.
"Experience the beauty of mathematics." Luo Binhan said, "Don't make any noise, let's watch the duel between Qiao Qiao and Ma."
The situation finally became clear. The fast-moving Giant No. 1 failed to maintain his momentum in the end and had to throw up his hands and admit defeat before his stomach burst. At this time, he had eaten more than 400 steamed buns, and when he surrendered, he had only 34 left. Luo Binhan felt that it was a pity for him.
The next person who showed signs of decline was No. 7. He seemed to be repeating Joel Fineman's mistake the last time he competed, letting the furthest buns become a thorn in his side. In the end, he gave up and quit the competition after eating more than 700, with 56 remaining, and then applied for emergency gastric lavage service.
Only Pony No. 3 and Joel Fineman were left on the field. One of them had a long neck, and the other was very careful in the beginning and never let any bun be thrown too far.
Both sides have eaten nearly a thousand, and the remaining number remains at single digits. The winner would be decided at any time, and Luo Binhan was wondering why their stomachs didn't explode.
The last three buns.
Both players could no longer maintain their normal stance. Joel Fineman struggled to hold the table with one hand, while Pony No. 3 painfully rubbed its horns on the ground while chewing, using colorful sweat to draw patterns that resembled steamed buns. It has one less number than Falchoman, but its shoulder height is too low, and its hooves are not suitable for grabbing steamed buns, which makes it harder every time it sits on the table to eat steamed buns.
There are five seconds until the next doubling. Joel Fineman has two left and it has one left. So it stretched out its neck with difficulty, trying to wrap its tongue around the final target.
That's when Joel Fineman raised her metal rod. She could no longer bend down, so she raised her head and combined the sticks at hand to form an invincible long clip, then squatted down and stretched her arms across the table.
The two steamed buns were put into the folder, and then she threw them into the air with a slight shake.
She threw away the tongs, raised her hands to grab two steamed buns, and stuffed them all into her mouth with a furious expression. Everyone started screaming.
A close-up of the screen fell on her throat as she struggled to swallow. The remaining number on the screen changes to zero.
The balloons above the auditorium exploded, scattering countless candies and flower petals. Luo Binhan picked one up and peeled it open, and found that the candies were actually made into steamed buns.
He popped the candy into his mouth and clapped violently along with the others. A group of fly men quickly rushed over to help the two contestants.
"How do you feel about winning?" a blowfly asked her excitedly.
Joel Fineman panted and raised his hands: "I have to go to the toilet."
So the award ceremony had to wait until she came back from the toilet. The flies brought a gorgeous bronze platform. Its surface was covered with brilliant gold textures, and many mica clusters grew out of the gaps in the relief.
The podium was very luxurious, but Luo Binhan still felt that it looked like a large incense burner turned upside down.
Joel Farman stood on the podium, and as usual, the event organizer awarded her a medal. It was a mysterious figure shrouded in a pitch-black robe, with only yellow and thin hands exposed, and an amethyst coin with a butterfly pattern hanging on his chest.
Jing Huang, who was yawning repeatedly, suddenly stood up from his seat and stared closely at the mysterious host on the screen.
"That woman..."
Luo Binhan found that his expression began to distort, as if he saw Marin and Momoluo sitting on the Silence and lovingly performing a sutra chorus.
