"No, you forgot, Qi Mei is absolutely loyal to Zuo Feng."
Meng Fei made a shuffling motion.
"You've already played against the left winger once, so you can't challenge the left winger. The left winger can't challenge you again.
"What will happen if you challenge Qi Mei?
"Because you have nine cards and Qi Mei only has two. In this case, the left winger will choose to give all his cards to Qi Mei, allowing Qi Mei to win immediately.
“In this way, Qi Mei becomes the final winner, while Zuo Feng becomes the sacrifice, the resurrected body of the God of Death.
"Everything is in line with Qi Mei's prophecy, and it can be said that it will definitely happen. What's worse is that you and I will be buried with them, 100%!"
"Perhaps you are right, if I don't give you the cards, I will definitely be buried with you.
"But if I give you the cards, wouldn't I be buried with you?
"After I gave it to you, you also had nine cards. Then Zuo Feng saw that you had nine cards and knew that you had taken two of my cards.
"He will realize that it is impossible to win against you. So again, he will give all the cards to Qi Mei and let Qi Mei win.
"It has the exact same effect as me holding nine cards."
"No, it's different."
A sly smile appeared on Meng Fei's face, he approached the mysterious woman and whispered something in her ear.
The woman laughed and said, "You just fooled a great monarch like this?"
Meng Fei played the cards in his hand nonchalantly and said, "I don't have to fool him. His ambition and greed will fool himself."
"Even if you beat Qi Mei or the left winger wins, you will be the winner in the end, not me.
"You are the only one who can survive, right?"
The eyes of the mysterious woman also showed careful calculation, and she seemed to want to force Meng Fei to reveal all his plans.
“There are a lot of loopholes in his rules, and the existence of these loopholes can help him save the negative entropy he needs to use.
"To prevent these vulnerabilities from being exploited, he carefully set up various traps to hide them.
"I found a wonderful way to exploit one of the loopholes to break his rules and completely collapse his rule field.
“This way we have a chance of getting out alive together.
"But I have to meet two conditions: One, I have to be the challenger. Two, I have to get ten cards to win."
"What a brilliant idea?"
Meng Fei looked at the black fog around him.
"Although it is impossible for a third party to spy on the duel venue, if I tell you, who knows whether the God of Death will use some loophole in the rules to find out about this?
“Will he try to plug the holes once he learns of my plans?
“And I’m not only going to send you out alive, but Xiaoluo is also here.
"How could I escape alone and leave her here as a sacrifice to the God of Death? I can save her, and I can save you in the same way.
"If you believe me, you still have a glimmer of hope. If you don't believe me, then you will 100% become a sacrifice.
"Then it's up to you to decide."
Meng Fei wiped his sweat and thought that this matter was indeed very suspenseful.
He thought it would be okay if he was talking to a purely rational man like Luo An.
But he's really not sure about women. Women's choices of action often have nothing to do with rationality, and they may even deliberately go against it.
There was a trace of displeasure in the mysterious woman's eyes, she stood up and looked at the hourglass above her head.
"Then let's wait for the draw to end. I believe you."
Meng Fei breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your trust." He said, "I will definitely let you get out alive."
"Oh, a man's promise."
The woman chuckled disdainfully.
When the sand in the hourglass leaked out, the two returned to Death's gambling table.
Zuo Feng looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he was paying attention to the situation of these two people with great nervousness.
A full quarter of an hour passed before the two men finally reappeared on the gambling table, and neither of them disappeared.
More importantly, there are still two cards on the table in front of the mysterious woman, and Meng Fei still has seven cards in his hand!
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He still doesn't know the origin of that mysterious woman. But her weird ability to turn herself into an illusion is really terrifying.
After turning into an illusion, any attack loses its effect, and there is nothing he can do about it.
Like He Ma, he tried hard for a quarter of an hour and tried various attack methods, but to no avail.
Maybe it's because the defense is too strong, so this woman's attack power is 0?
Neither Zuoge nor he who challenged this woman encountered any counterattack.
So the result of He Ma's challenge to this woman was the same. It was impossible to wrest the card from her hand, but nothing was lost.
Maybe this woman looks powerful, but she is essentially just an insignificant burial companion.
Her three-no strategy of no fight, no defeat, and no surrender is actually an ostrich policy, and she will eventually become a sacrifice to the god of death.
Now he can say he is sure of victory. Because He Ma failed to capture the two cards from the mysterious woman, the next step was to challenge Qi Mei.
One of Qi Mei's abilities is prophecy. This ability is useless in combat. The other ability is unclear, but it must not be too strong.
But what if He Ma can win Qimei? She only had two cards in her hand, and he couldn't win even if she gave them all to him.
Then, He Ma can only challenge him! His challenge had been rejected before, but when He Ma challenged him again, he would not refuse.
This battle was what he had been looking forward to for a long time. What's more, he holds nine cards, while He Ma only has seven. At least on paper, he has an advantage.
What's more, he is the Mantis King. He has fought all the way from Central Continent to this place. The last thing he is afraid of is fighting!
If he successfully sat on the throne of God without a real hearty battle, he would feel that it was not fun enough.
Meng Fei's eyes began to look at Qi Mei, who was sitting at the end, bowing his head and saying nothing.
"I want to challenge next..."
Before Meng Fei finished speaking, Zuo Feng spoke first:
"Qi Mei, if He Ma challenges you, give him your prophecy card and admit defeat!"
Qi Mei's prophecy ability predicts some long-term events that are bound to happen.
Qi Mei predicted that he would become a god today seven years ago. He had been planning this sacrifice for seven years.
In just a quarter of an hour of duel, what’s the use even if you can foresee something that will inevitably happen a few years later?
This card is given to you for free, just like nothing. Meng Fei only had eight cards, which was still one less than him! And in terms of cards with combat power, there are only seven.
Want to challenge me? Just come!
"good."
Qi Mei nodded timidly.
Before Meng Fei said Qi Mei's name, Qi Mei had already picked up one of his cards and waved his finger lightly.
A strong sense of ominousness suddenly surged from Zuo Feng's heart.
But no matter what he thought, he could only watch the clown-like face of Death on the back of the card thrown by Qi Mei spinning in the air with a strange smile.
It flew across the long table as lightly as a dragonfly and landed accurately in front of He Ma.
