Chapter 84 The Void Chessboard (2)

Gu Yunqing nodded slightly, her consciousness simultaneously connecting with the four vests, her S-level mental power spreading out like a sophisticated network.

"We have discovered the approximate location and movement trajectory of Ji Changyu's team."

"In the southeast direction, in the area between the seventh and ninth grids, there are abnormal energy fluctuations, with a probability of distortion."

Zhuge Jin tapped his fingertip lightly on the tortoise shell. "They're setting a trap, trying to lure other teams into the 'high-trap-probability zone'."

"A probability trap?" Gu Yunqing sneered. "Then let's go and meet this old friend."

His mind raced, and tactics instantly took shape: "Everyone, listen up. Move southeast and maintain formation. Wu Jueji, activate your '50/50' domain throughout, focusing on preventing sudden distortions in probability—Ji Changyu's abilities may have evolved to the point where they can influence local rules."

Wu Jueji gave a lazy "hmm".

"Qiu Zangxue, you're in charge of the assault. Once you make contact, don't hold back; prioritize eliminating the enemy's support or crowd control members."

A fighting spirit surged in Qiu Zangxue's crimson eyes, and his twin swords emitted a soft hum.

"Zhuge, you monitor the overall probability flow throughout and use the Fuxi Divine Power to interfere with his ability guidance. If necessary, directly manipulate the hexagrams to reverse the local probability."

"As for you," Gu Yunqing looked at Yan Kongshan, who was trembling with excitement, "block their attacks, and if necessary, switch to the main personality to heal us."

Yan Kongshan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "This is my specialty."

The group began to move southeast.

Spectator Channel:

[Since Ji Changyu entered an S-rank dungeon last time, his abilities have greatly improved.]

[Is the Wanxiang team actively seeking out the Ji Changyu team? Are they crazy? That team can stack trap probability to over 90%.]

This instance allows Ji Changyu to fully utilize his abilities; they were too reckless.

There are no personal live stream rooms at this time, only spectator channels. The system will switch between these channels based on the requests of the live stream viewers and the exciting plays made by the teams in the dungeon.

Gu Yunqing ignored the fragments of bullets flashing through his mind and focused on the battlefield before him.

Three minutes later, they stepped into a checkerboard area with abnormally chaotic energy.

“It’s here.” Zhuge Jin suddenly spoke, “The adjacent square on the northeast side has a peak probability distortion – the trap trigger rate has been forcibly increased to 92%.”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the grid-like ground suddenly cracked open, and countless tentacles carrying corrosive energy gushed out, rushing towards the All-Elephant Team.

If an ordinary team were to enter, they would already be in dire straits.

But Gu Yunqing simply ordered, "Zhuge, send it back."

"As you command." Zhuge Jin drew a line in the air with his fingertip, and the Bagua pattern suddenly enlarged, with the power of Fuxi's divine essence spreading out like ripples.

The surging tentacles, about ten meters away from the group, suddenly seemed to hit an invisible wall, their movements strangely slowing down, and their numbers decreasing by more than half.

Spectator Channel:

[Holy crap, what did that silver-haired player do? The trap's power was reduced by at least half.]

He's interfering with probability! What kind of superpower is this?!

[What exactly is the background of the All-Encompassing Team? The prophet in the Ragnarok dungeon also had silver hair...]

Wait, look at that unassuming middle-aged man—

Wu Jueji yawned and raised his hand, making a light press towards the remaining tentacles.

The "50/50" sector has been mobilized.

The attack speed and corrosive intensity of those tentacles were instantly brought to the same level as Wu Jueji's lazy movements, becoming slow, weak, and even somewhat comical.

Qiu Zangxue didn't even draw her sword; she simply dodged a few soft tentacles to the side, her scarlet eyes locking onto the area ahead: "They're in that direction, three squares away."

"Continue to push forward," Gu Yunqing said calmly.

Just as they were about to step out of that square, another change occurred.

The two adjacent squares in front of him lit up with a blinding red light at the same time—that was the effect of the "No Entry" rule, which Ji Changyu forcibly triggered in advance using his probability ability, blocking the most reasonable attack route for the Wanxiang team.

"A mere trick." Gu Yunqing sneered. "Zhuge, clear the way."

Zhuge Jin closed his eyes and concentrated, the runes on the tortoise shell flowing.

Three seconds later, he opened his eyes and pointed to a seemingly ordinary square on the left: "This square has the weakest probability flow and can be forcibly broken through. However, there is a 67% chance of being ambushed by the enemy."

"That's exactly what we wanted—an ambush." ​​Gu Yunqing's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Everyone, left turn, advance!"

The Vientiane team pierced the left-side grid like a sharp knife.

Almost the instant they stepped in, five figures appeared from all directions.

"Gu Yunqing, long time no see." Ji Changyu stood in the center of the group, holding a floating, constantly spinning twelve-sided die in his hand, a maniacal smile on his face:

"I didn't expect you to come to me of your own accord."

"In this round, I bet the probability of you all being wiped out is 95%!"

The dice in his hand suddenly burst into a blinding light, and the rules of the entire chessboard began to distort.

The ground became viscous like a swamp, the air felt incredibly heavy, and countless tiny spatial cracks randomly appeared all around—all deadly probability traps.

The chat exploded:

[95%, Ji Changyu's move is simply leaving no chance for anyone to survive.]

This level of probability distortion is almost at the rule level, isn't it?!

[The Vientiane team is finished...]

Gu Yunqing smiled; this was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Zhuge, counter the probability flow and reduce the probability of the 'safe zone' to 50%."

"Understood." Zhuge Jin formed hand seals, and the phantom of Fuxi's divine essence appeared behind him. The Bagua pattern rotated in reverse and collided fiercely with Ji Changyu's probability field.

Two power levels, both at the rule level, clashed in the void, producing a silent roar.

The original 95% chance of a decisive victory began to fluctuate wildly—90%...80%...70%...

The final figure was 50%.

"What?!" Ji Changyu's pupils constricted sharply. "You can actually defy my probability assignment?!"

“It’s not just about confrontation,” Gu Yunqing said calmly, “but about Wu Jueji.”

"I'm here." Wu Jueji lazily took a step forward, and the invisible "50/50" domain was fully unleashed.

Strange things happened.

No matter how Ji Changyu manipulated the dice, trying to raise the probability of "Wanxiang Team members stepping on spatial rifts" to 99%, the location and timing of those rifts always "just happened" to be off-track from the movement trajectories of the Wanxiang Team members.

It's not that the probability has been reduced, but rather that the "rhythm" of all events has been forcibly pulled to a balance point.

Like a meticulously choreographed dance, even the most deadly trap cannot catch up with the dancer's steps.

"What... what kind of weird ability is this?!" a member of the probability team exclaimed.

“Now,” Gu Yunqing looked at Yan Kongshan, “it’s your turn to perform.”

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for a long time." Yan Kongshan (alternate personality) laughed wildly, his figure rushing out like a cannonball, heading straight for the center where the probability team's firepower was most concentrated.

"You're courting death!" A fierce glint flashed in Ji Changyu's eyes as he spun the dice. "Focus fire on him! 100% chance of death!"

Five attacks, each imbued with terrifying energy, simultaneously slammed into Yan Kongshan—there was a blade of light that tore through space, a shadow that devoured everything, and a flame that burned the soul…

All hits!

Yan Kongshan's body was instantly torn apart, pierced, and burned by the violent energy.

The health bar, manifested due to his supernatural ability, plummeted at a visible rate: 100%...30%...10%...5%...

Then, it stopped at 1%.

"Huh?" Ji Changyu was taken aback.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Yan Kongshan was covered in blood, his left arm was almost broken, and he had a horrifying penetrating wound in his chest, but he still stood there with a crazed smile on his face.

He looked down at his wound, then looked up at the dumbfounded members of the probability team, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

That's it?

Before the words were even finished, a second round of concentrated fire followed!

boom--!

Health bar: 1% → 0.5%.

Round three!

Health bar: 0.5% → 0.25%.

Round four!

Health bar: 0.25% → 0.125%.

...

Yan Kongshan was repeatedly bombarded like a rag doll, his wounds becoming more and more numerous and severe—but he just wouldn't die.

During a lull in the attack, he even staggered forward a few steps and made a provocative gesture toward the probability team.

"Push harder, haven't you eaten?!" He laughed hoarsely, his voice filled with a chilling excitement. "What doesn't kill me will only excite me more."

The comments section went completely crazy:

What did I just see?! An invincibility cheat?!

That madman is still laughing... Is he fucking enjoying himself?!

[Ji Changyu's team is on the verge of a mental breakdown...]

It really crashed.

"Team leader... what do we do?" a team member asked, his voice trembling.

Ji Changyu's face was ashen. He stared intently at Yan Kongshan, the dice in his hand spinning wildly: "Impossible... There must be a flaw... Keep attacking! I don't believe he can hold out indefinitely."

But he himself did not realize that his attention had been completely drawn to Yan Kongshan, and his control over the overall situation had become fatally lax.

Gu Yunqing had been waiting for this moment.

"Chou Zangxue," he calmly commanded in his mind, "Surprise attack on Ji Changyu's main body. Now."

Qiu Zangxue, who had been poised to strike, suddenly vanished.

It wasn't high-speed movement, but a true spatial flicker. After merging with Xing Tian's divine essence, his "battle intent" could briefly tear through space.

A scarlet blade of light suddenly bloomed behind Ji Changyu.

"Captain, watch out!" a team member shouted in alarm.

Ji Changyu's pupils constricted sharply. In this life-or-death moment, his gambler's instincts kicked in, and the dice spun rapidly: "Parry probability, 100%!"

A thick probability barrier instantly materialized behind him.

clang--!

Qiu Zangxue's twin blades struck the barrier, sparks flying everywhere.

The barrier blocked the attack, but Ji Changyu also groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth—forcibly activating 100% probability was extremely taxing on him.

Even more fatally, his ability to guide him was interrupted.

The concentrated fire on Yan Kongshan has ceased.

The maintenance of the global probability field also experienced a momentary vacuum.

"Now!" Gu Yunqing's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Wu Jueji, activate your full domain and suppress everyone's rhythm of action. Zhuge, reverse their chances of escape!"

"I obey."

For the first time, Wu Jueji abandoned his lazy expression, raised his hands, and the invisible "50/50" domain expanded like a tide, instantly covering the entire chessboard.

The movements of all members of the probability team were simultaneously pulled into a slow, clumsy, and bizarre common rhythm, as if everyone were dancing a ridiculous slow-motion dance.

On Zhuge Jin's tortoise shell, runes burst forth with dazzling light.

"The probability of escaping," he said softly, "is zero."

Just as Ji Changyu was about to use his life-saving item to escape, he noticed that the teleportation light flickered and then went out.

“Impossible… My dice clearly—” He looked at the twelve-sided die in his hand in horror, only to find that the number on the front was: [1].

Very bad omen.

"Your lives and deaths are in my hands." Zhuge Jin's white veil fluttered slightly, his tone as calm as a god's pronouncement.

Spectator Channel:

[Complete crushing...this is utter and utter crushing power.]

[The Seer controls the probability, the Lazy Guy controls the rhythm, the Madman draws fire, and the Swordsman delivers the final blow—this combination is perfect.]

Ji Changyu was completely outmaneuvered; from the moment Yan Kongshan rushed out, he fell into the trap.

Who is the commander of the Vientiane team? Is it that handsome young man who always stands in the middle? He hardly makes a move, yet he controls the entire battle.

The outcome of the battle is decided.

Without the support of probability capabilities, and with their actions severely hampered by the "50/50" scenario, the probability team became lambs to the slaughter.

Qiu Zangxue's blade flashed once more.

Scarlet, dazzling, deadly.

Three minutes later.

[System Notification (Group C Area): Team Vientiane successfully eliminated Team Probability, gaining 150 Glory Points and 15 Plunder Action Points. Current Score: 180, Action Points: 28.]

At the last moment, Ji Changyu crushed his life-saving item and transformed into a streak of light to escape the chessboard, but the other four members of his team were all eliminated.

Yan Kongshan walked back to Yun Qing's side, covered in blood. His wounds were healing slowly but visibly—a basic recovery effect that came with his Blood Locking ability.

He grinned and said, "Was your acting alright?"

"Passed." Gu Yunqing said calmly, then asked, "Zhuge, report on the movements of the other teams."

"In the northwest, Sylvie's Pantheon team is engaged in fierce combat with the Diviner's Assassin team. In the southeast, the remaining three teams are in a chaotic melee."

Zhuge Jin quickly said, "Chessboard refresh countdown: 17 minutes."

“Sylvie and the fortune teller…” Gu Yunqing pondered, “Let them wear each other down for now. We’ll head southeast and reap the rewards.”

"Do you need a rest?" he asked Yan Kongshan.

"Rest?" Yan Kongshan (alternate personality) arrogantly raised his chin. "This is just the beginning of the warm-up! Boss, let me lead the charge in the next round!"

Gu Yunqing smiled.

This madman is actually quite useful.

Just as the Vientiane team was about to change course, an unexpected change occurred.