"Three mask-abandoners..." the gambler spat - if the explorers on the mission do not wear their own masks, they will be regarded as criminal gangsters and have no honor at all.
Just like saying one's name before a duel in ancient times, wearing one's own mask to fight is a tradition and honor for explorers.
However, this kind of rule is meaningless to Sean: what he needs is to achieve his goals, not false glory.
After sensing the moonlight hiding behind the wall, maintaining the barrier, the losing boxer looked back at the gambler.
The gambler made an instant decision: "The opponent must be strong if he can deal with Rizik quietly. If we run away and report the news at this time, we will definitely be knocked down and suffer losses..."
"If we find a way to defeat the opponent, we can not only ensure the completion of the guard mission, but also avoid suffering losses." He has good things that he has obtained through hard work, and he doesn't want to just give them away to others.
Gamblers are such a function. They can weigh the pros and cons in an instant and find an option that may be risky but more beneficial to themselves.
As long as you can ensure that your judgment is wise enough and you can continue to win, this is a very powerful function.
The other party did not take action immediately... The gambler narrowed his eyes and said, "Gentlemen, I have a proposal...
"Although you choose to take off your mask, I believe you still have the pride of being a explorer in your heart."
Not so, Sean thought. He just wanted to ensure that during the chaos, no one from the other side would run out of the curtain and tip off the strong man - then there would be changes in the plan.
That's why he kept using the Explorer card to keep his teammates on the move.
However, he found that the gambler seemed to have other considerations, so he decided to listen first.
"I suggest that we follow the tradition of gentlemen and take turns to duel." The gambler said slowly, "If we win, you leave here."
Everyone knows that the party with more people has a greater chance of winning in a group battle. The other party's suggestion of a wheel battle is obviously to create favorable conditions for themselves. Doug was naturally disdainful and had already raised his fist.
However, as the captain, Sean had a different idea: as long as the other party didn't run away desperately to report the news, anything would work.
"We agree." Sean nodded.
Although the degenerate could not understand the captain's decision, he lowered his fist and said nothing.
The gambler turned his head and said something to the losing boxer, then turned to Sean and others: "My teammates come first."
The boxer stepped forward and shook his neck suddenly, making a crackling sound in his bones.
With a very strong body, he had already taken a stance and waved to Doug, the strongest person in Xiaofang.
Doug, who had never been afraid of hand-to-hand combat, was suddenly so excited that his heart beat faster, and he walked forward with the things in the roll of white cloth.
"Do you want me to hit you with this..." Doug pointed to the thing in his hand and raised his fist, "Or just use my hands?"
The other party smiled and said: "If you are afraid that you can't beat me, just use weapons."
Doug also smiled, placed the white cloth wrapped tightly beside him, and walked to the boxer.
At this time, the gambler moved his fingers subtly, as if he had made an important decision, a decision involving rules...
The clown sage leaned close to Sean's ear: "He just 'placed a bet'.
“If the side he buys from wins, his strength will increase both in the short and long term.
"According to odds calculation, short-term growth can increase his soul strength by 50%, while the long-term benefits are much smaller."
Sean nodded: "I know. This is the special ability of gamblers."
Henry, whose soul is trapped in Undercurrent Street, also has such an ability. Unfortunately, he is too confident in himself and puts all his bets on himself.
If he had done nothing and placed all his bets on Sean and the gambler, because of the odds, he might have a King-level strength in an instant...
This is also one of the possible ways for them to escape from Undercurrent Street.
Unfortunately, gambler Henry only cares for himself and has no team spirit, so this option is not possible.
In the eyes of a gambler, odds are similar between a slinger and a losing fighter.
As long as he buys the right winner, his strength will suddenly rise.
If the losing boxer can win this round, and the gambler can ensure that his two consecutive bets are correct... then the two opponents may come back!
This is the gambler's plan: take a chance and get the best result!
He is not the kind of fool who turns around and runs away, risking losses to tip off the news... Why should he accept defeat or a draw when he can win the bet?
The boxer's punch inadvertently blew by like a strong wind, hitting the lower jaw of Doug who had just taken a stance.
The degenerates who were unable to dodge staggered a few times and were even a little unsteady on their feet.
Then came a flurry of punches.
Doug put his head in his hands to protect himself, feeling a little embarrassed.
His breathing became deeper and faster.
The muscles all over the body swelled and the bones creaked.
There are obvious changes in his eyes and body bones.
Still maintained at the transitional stage between humans and apes.
A complete degradation, Doug's limit of loss of control is 189 seconds. Moreover, it will take a long time before it can be implemented again after complete degradation.
Facing the opponent in front of him, Doug has not yet planned to use all his cards.
The other party saw that Doug was only maintaining the transitional stage and felt a little annoyed.
"Anger" is the best fuel for a defeated boxer.
His muscles were congested, his skin was red, and his fists were getting faster and heavier, as if he was hitting Doug with two rocks.
The Degenerate's strength and resilience are what stand out the most.
The wounds caused by the boxers on Doug's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The wounds may heal, but the pain is real.
As the boxers pounded away, Doug's degradation went a little deeper - he had black and white hair growing on his body.
Doug waved his long arm, like a sudden black wind, finally interrupting the boxer's combo rhythm.
Taking a deep breath of steam, the teeth in Doug's mouth became sharp.
There was a lot less humanity on his face and a lot more animalistic rage.
"Yes! Become a beast," the defeated boxer hit his head with his hand. "Only when you become a beast can you be qualified to be my opponent!"
Still not complete regression, but Doug was on the verge of complete regression.
The degenerate jumped a few steps and used the power of his entire body to swing his two long arms at the boxer. The boxer just dodged and parried, but Doug rushed over and suppressed the boxer with his body.
The long arms were swung like a mountain avalanche, and rubble fell crazily from the top of the mountain.
The empty fist smashed the floor tiles directly, and the broken bricks flew everywhere, and the ground even shook slightly.
The boxer lay on the ground holding his head, his skin getting redder and redder.
The losing boxer's anger had reached its peak, and his blue eyes saw a flaw in the unruly and animalistic swing of his arms.
Like a fist of hell bursting out of the ground, his thick arm took advantage of the gap between Doug's arms and punched him directly on his completely exposed jaw.
The heads and nerve structures of apes and modern humans are very similar. This punch that can paralyze a human boxer also had a huge impact on Doug's brain.
The furious half-beast's eyes were distracted for a moment, and before the long arm he raised could be struck down, his body fell to the side...
The losing boxer saw the opportunity to win, stood up, and planned to ride on the degenerate and beat him violently.
But when he saw the degenerate whose eyes were distracted for a moment, his expression suddenly became fierce again, and relying on instinct, he bit the boxer with his fangs.
The nervous system of degenerates is not as sensitive as humans, and attacks that can make humans faint will only cause dizziness for a moment to them.
The boxer instinctively shrank back and was hit in the side by the brutal long arm that swept forward. The mask shattered and spattered, and the face was fractured. The blood spattered from the mouth splashed on the stone mermaid's body, and was washed away by the water of the fountain. It fell, and the boxer fell to the ground without making a sound.
