The crucial moment of decision brings about the instantaneous excitement of the immortal soul.

He will almost immediately push out the chips, all in!

But the remaining reason is still struggling with desire: he desperately recalled the previous situation of playing chips with Jiang Qian, and based on the evidence, have all the cards with points of 1 or 2 been passed?

It is known that Jiang Qian's current hand card point is 2, so he can only win if his own hand card point is 1 or 2 - if his hand card point is 2 and the two draw a tie, all the chips that have been placed on the table will be counted towards the public

As a result, he will also lose all the capital that can be used to continue gambling, and the result will be the same loss.

Immortal Soul vaguely remembers that both of these cards were passed.

But how many pictures are there specifically? He has not paid much attention to it, and can only say that the probability is extremely slim.

This situation of high probability of winning and partial uncertainty makes the immortal soul more and more anxious and unable to make a decision.

He clutched the chips tightly, and his anxiety lingered: the current situation seemed to have a greater chance of winning, but the risks existed in his blind spots, like time bombs, waiting to give him a huge shock at any time!

Cold sweat gradually appeared on the forehead of the immortal soul. The information that could help him make decisions was unreliable, and every second that passed became a torment.

——Should we just give up?!

6 million has been bet on the card table, and his confidence has become increasingly thin. If he gives up these 6 million chips, his starting point will be back to the same situation as the original Jiang Qian - almost no power to fight back!

But even so, there is still a chance to survive. What if good luck comes to his side again?

Heh... Nowadays, relying on good luck is not a smart idea.

But what if the opponent is forcing him to fold? If he is really scared off, wouldn’t it be playing into the opponent’s hands?

No no no...

wrong!

The Immortal Soul suddenly woke up and stood up from the chair.

How did things get to this point?

It turns out that he is the one who holds the initiative!

He can even control the opponent's mind, causing the opponent to languish in front of everyone and suffer repeated defeats... But since when did the advantage on the field become reversed?

I was tricked by this kid... The Immortal Soul's mind was spinning:

Compared with the points in his hand, he recalled more clearly the details of Jiang Qian's step-by-step efforts to undermine his belief starting from the revelation of the past. In the process, he inexplicably switched from offense to defense, denying and justifying, and was completely trapped.

Break the opponent's rhythm!

And this is most likely planned by the opponent: doing this is to weaken his control.

"Hahaha, that's it, hahahaha...!!"

After thinking this through, the immortal soul laughed loudly.

His laughter finally returned to its original weird rhythm, resounding unstoppably throughout the central casino!

Jiang Qian's body trembled, and his straight waist gradually bent with the rampant laughter of the Immortal Soul, until his elbows were resting on the gaming table.

He propped one arm on the table, his mind gradually becoming confused, his left hand still holding the cards close to his forehead, while his right hand firmly grasped the chips and gritted his teeth.

"What's wrong with him?" The Golden Eagle Martial Saint frowned.

"That old bastard is probably going to have a fight with our genius..." Bai Xiaoxi put out his cigarette butt and stared attentively.

Although Ye Xiaojing and Sen Xi were speechless, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tightening.

The Golden Eagle Martial Saint did not take it seriously: "Ability and props have been disabled, what other means can make him lose his composure?"

Bai Xiaoxi sighed softly and said with a smile: "You may not like some tricks, but sometimes, these shady tricks become the key to victory."

The copy gives no warning or prompt, meaning the game continues.

However, after a brief period of fatigue, Jiang Qian finally slowly raised his head, his tense body gradually relaxed, and it seemed that he had regained control of himself.

Then, Jiang Qian looked at his opponent with a clear expression and said coldly:

"No matter what you choose, you have no chance to beat me."

A smile crept onto the corners of his mouth, making his eyes more determined.

The Immortal Soul took a step back, his laughter frozen on his face, and his eyes gradually showed a look of fear and disappointment.

"give up……"

"!"

Amidst the beeping sound from the prompter, the Immortal Soul suddenly pushed the chips forward - All in!

At the final moment of decision-making, the Immortal Soul chose to trust his instincts - a bet! Bet on the luck of two people, bet on his opponent to induce him to fold.

As this action ended, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Whether it was the Demon Cave camp where the immortal souls were, or the lawful officials, everyone invariably remained silent.

Then, as everyone waited with bated breath, the copy announced the result:

2 points versus 1 point, don't use Qianlong, win.

The immortal soul chips are exhausted and eliminated!

The Immortal Soul staggered a step, flipping over the cards in his hand with trembling fingers. He saw his own point, which was 1 point with the lowest probability.

"How, how could..."

It turned out to be the worst outcome.

Jiang Qian, who was opposite him, had also stood up and was staring at him, with an insensitive tranquility in his eyes.

As Bai Xiaoxi and the Immortal Soul deduced, Jiang Qian's performance was indeed mixed with performance elements. He wanted to add fuel to the flames, set up ambush, and manipulate the opponent's emotions and rationality so that the opponent could act according to the script he arranged.

But now, the result has been presented, and he no longer needs to waste energy on it.

"You, can you really see it?"

The immortal soul suddenly crossed the gaming table and pounced on Jiang Qian!

Jiang Qian subconsciously dodged and was pulled by the Immortal Soul's sleeves, but the opponent also tripped and knelt in front of him without any image:

"Can you see it? You really have this ability... The conditions we just discussed are still valid, right?"

"..."

"Don't use Qianlong, just give me a price! As long as you help me with treatment, I'm willing to pay any price, money, resources! What do you want? Huh?"

The immortal soul begged incoherently, its eyes urgent and fanatical.

But Jiang Qian just looked at him coldly.

For an opponent like the Immortal Soul, who was shallow and had no limits, he felt that any more words would be a waste of time.

However, in the eyes of the comrades in the Western camp, this scene is as unacceptable as thunder falling from the sky:

"That Lord... actually lost?"

"What is he talking about! Don't you feel ashamed to say this? Oh my god~ I can't believe it!"

"Is the bastard opposite us teasing us?!"

"Incredible, who is that boy?"

…

The smiling hermit who came from the far east and acted mysteriously and profoundly, actually lost to a young white-faced boy across from him?

This is unacceptable emotionally and rationally.

Of course, this does not include those people from the Demon Cave who already know the true value of "Don't Use Hidden Dragon", such as the Eternal Windsor.

"enough!"

Just when chaos was about to break out in the camp, the eternal Windsor scolded, instantly stabilizing the situation.

"Whether it's a mistake or bad luck, Immortal Soul's failure is ultimately due to inferior skills. I hope you all keep your spirits up. We can't afford to make any mistakes in the final game."

As the leader of the team, her insights and perspectives are beyond the reach of ordinary people. For her, in this rapidly changing situation, she is far from running out of ammunition and food.

The most critical action at the moment is to stabilize the morale of the military and win a complete victory in the last round:

"Listen, let's do this next game..."

Inside the central casino.

The defeated immortal soul still clung to Jiang Qian's sleeve.

"You promised! As long as I let you win and I give you all the chips, you will be my attending doctor!"

The fanaticism in his eyes at this moment was exactly the same as the way his colleagues in the Demon Cave looked at him when he first entered the Central Casino. It can be said that those who are good at manipulating people's hearts will never be immune to manipulation.

It wasn't until the elimination mechanism of the dungeon was activated that the body of the Immortal Soul in the dungeon fell apart, leaving only scattered chips.

These chips will not be counted as the income of the winner of this round, but will be included in the public prize pool.

Currently, the cumulative amount of chips in the public prize pool has reached: 73.02 million.

The beep sounds again:
To be continued...