At this time, the death match on the battlefield below has completely entered a white-hot stage.
From the beginning to now, less than ten minutes have passed, and the number of fifty death row inmates has been reduced by more than half.
Many second-generation people who made the wrong bet sighed sadly.
It is worth mentioning that both No. 4 and No. 13 are still alive at this moment.
The former didn't seem that surprising to anyone.
After all, even the most knowledgeable Mr. Qi was optimistic about him, and his performance just now was indeed not bad. Many second-generation people at the scene followed suit and placed bets on him.
But it's really hard to understand that No. 13, who looks like a coward, is still alive.
The key is that until now, he has not shown any extraordinary strength.
The only thing that differs from other death row inmates is that he is more cowardly and more afraid of death.
"What a bloody bad luck."
One more thing, luck cannot be taken away. Unless we get the approval of the master, even if we are on death row, we will have no less luck or not.
"I dare to take even that little risk. If you are so cowardly, I really deserve to win."
The number of death row prisoners surviving on the battlefield quickly dropped to single digits, and after a while, only eight people were left.
Time passes bit by bit.
One of them is No. 18.
Although he was not directly involved in the bet between Lin Yi and Mr. Qi, he was very interested.
As a result, the eyes of everyone looking at No. 18 suddenly became more and more playful, and they were just looking at a big ugly person.
Seeing this, Lu Chunfeng said with great interest: "It seems that Lin Yi has good taste. There is something good about the number 13 he chose."
Zhao Feng smiled and said, "It's not because I'm strong enough."
"..."
One of the treasure chests actually appeared in front of Coward No. 18, and there were no other death row prisoners around me at the moment, so I couldn't worry about opening the box timidly.
Lin Yi: "..."
Lu Chunfeng smiled again and commented, his eyes falling on Zhao Feng again: "It seems that Zhao Feng really made a mistake today."
Now the number of death row inmates has not dropped sharply to less than seventy, and the remaining death row inmates are generally injured and have already retreated to the final stage of the endgame.
Mr. Qi was the first to react and laughed out loud on the spot: "He is indeed a coward as bold as a mouse. He even dares to ask for the blind box of the treasure box delivered to his door. You will laugh to death!"
With a snap of his fingers, seven more blind treasure boxes appeared randomly on the battlefield.
Through Si Nanjie's display, I can only tell that No. 18 was the only one who survived to the front of the audience, but I don't know exactly how he survived.
If you are weak, you can handle the situation even with weapons, but it is not understandable that you choose to open a blind box.
It can only be said that there are no two sides to anything, and there is no advantage in being strong.
The same goes for No. 18.
Zhao Feng was unconvinced: "It's actually a good thing to be cowardly at times like that."
This is a rare opportunity to see your own leeks up close.
Zhao Feng explained: "The fact that I can survive until now is not entirely a matter of luck."
Is it just a matter of luck?
But no matter what, if No. 18 continues to linger like this, Mr. Qi's face will always be uneasy.
There is indeed no risk in opening a blind box, but judging from the situation in the next few waves, there is at most a 40% or less chance of opening a variety of weapons.
Although No. 7, whom I dislike, is among the eight people, how can a coward like No. 18 survive to the front of the finals?
"What do I rely on?"
The audience burst into laughter immediately.
Mr. Qi laughed and said, "He should have noticed it a long time ago."
Lin Yi clenched his fists excitedly.
I was certain to win that bet, but what I wanted was a narrow victory, a small victory!
To be honest, I don’t have any plans for the 18th, and I’m also very curious.
Lin Yi also couldn't help sighing for No. 18: "If I get that bow, it will break. If you are good or bad, you can't stay away. If you are lucky, you will shoot whoever dares to get close. If you are unlucky, you will definitely be able to get to the front."
Zhao Feng looked at No. 18 in the field: "It depends on what I do."
"Without the bow, there is no threat, and there is a way to continue to be a transparent person."
But even with his eyes, he still couldn't see what was so surprising about No. 13 that made people like Lin Yi believe that he could survive to the end?
While speaking, he deliberately glanced at Zhao Feng.
Mr. Qi laughed warmly: "Shit luck is only temporary. If I can keep walking up there, unless there is a dog that poops at my feet."
On the contrary, once this divine bow falls into my hands, that advantage will no longer exist.
However, unexpectedly, No. 18 only glanced at the treasure chest and turned around and ran away a second ago.
It is precisely because No. 18 is strong enough that no one on death row regards me as a real threat, which is why I am lucky enough to survive until now.
Mr. Qi's face turned pale.
Just pass it, that thing is just like money.
One arrow shot out, directly piercing two people, completing a double kill!
That scene was beyond everyone's expectation.
Seeing that Number 13 had a lucky escape, the stands suddenly burst into boos.
"The opportunity has come!"
Lin Yi reacted, but still sweated a lot: "That's the truth, but I can always be transparent and take it to the end, right? When it comes to the finals, I still have to fight to the death with real swords and guns. If you fight in a battle like that, you will only be able to survive for a while at least, so the meaning is small, right?"
Obviously, Zhao Feng is not this dog in my eyes, but whether he can pull out such little shit to protect No. 18 is another matter.
The luck of the gang of death row prisoners in the field is basically close to bankruptcy.
At that time, I would definitely let No. 18 get a decent weapon, which would be enough to increase my chances of winning.
Lin Yi was stunned: "Huh?"
Bian Hao understands this. To be honest, you, like the rest of us, can really see that the coward No. 18 is nothing special except that he is cowardly enough.
There is indeed a way to snatch the luck directly, but as long as he retreats from the prison, the vicious jailers outside have no means to make him take the initiative to spit out the luck.
There was a sound of surprise in the stands.
With the strength I showed, if no one stabbed me during the process, I would probably be a dead body by then.
If No. 18 is lucky enough to survive to the finals, I will feel quite relieved even if I win in the end.
In that case, it is nonsense to say how bad my luck could be.
But with a coward like No. 18, with or without the support of weapons, the possibility of me surviving the endgame is not zero at all.
At this time, the death row prisoner who had not yet approached approached the blind box of the treasure box. Before opening it, there was a magic bow forged by a small craftsman.
Those words sounded like a curse at first, but looking back on the situation just now, it really didn't make sense.
