"How come the White Fang's arm is missing???"
"This...could it be Linnai who did this?"
What exactly happened in the white fog?
"Clearly, Bai Liao lost this battle. His current appearance clearly shows he fled in disarray using a stealth technique..."
Everyone looked horrified.
Without a doubt.
The White Fang has definitely lost!
He actually lost to Linnaeus??
Mr. Ji remained stunned for several seconds.
Although he didn't show much on his face, he was deeply shocked!
He guessed that even if the two of them met in this round, neither of them would be eliminated.
Even if these two people can't defeat each other, they are still quite capable of protecting themselves.
But Ji Lao originally thought that Lin Nai would be the one to flee in disarray...
Unexpectedly...
Elder Ji let out a deep breath and said with emotion, "Unbelievable... Even the apostles of gods have never seen anyone who could defeat a superhuman ranked in the top ten of the sequence number by four levels. He's simply a monster..."
Assistant Zhang stared at the screen, cold sweat dripping down his face: "Yes, this is outrageous... What on earth happened in this white fog?"
After a long silence, Old Ji suddenly seemed to have made a decision and said, "Little Zhang."
"Huh?" Xiao Zhang was taken aback and turned around: "Old Ji, what are your orders?"
"Call Marshal Sun," Old Ji said solemnly, enunciating each word clearly. "Tell him to fly to Yecheng immediately and come watch the game! Then tell him that if he doesn't come, he'll definitely regret it!"
“...Oh, okay...” Xiao Zhang was stunned for a while, then nodded repeatedly, took out his phone and started dialing.
......
Truman's clone waited near the white mist for a long time, but Linna did not appear.
The white fog never dissipated.
"Strange, is it not over yet?"
Truman also felt somewhat puzzled.
He looked down and flipped through his notebook.
Data analysis in his notebook shows that Linnaeus's win rate against Bai Liao is 6 to 4, with the exact figures being 61.98 to 38.02.
Linnaeus 6, White Fang 4.
The estimated time is approximately sixteen minutes.
According to this calculation, their battle should have ended long ago.
Of course, this is just a probability calculated based on all the data collected so far.
Truman knew very well that neither Linnaeus nor White Fang had any trump cards they had yet to play.
Therefore, this data should only be used for reference.
However, he also predicted that this is only the first round, and the two of them probably won't use their true abilities. They'll probably just test each other when they meet, and then that'll be it.
Therefore, this data should not be too far off.
Meng Feifei sat on a tree trunk nearby, a blade of grass in her mouth, looking through binoculars at the white fog.
I still can't see anything.
There wasn't a soul in sight.
"Ah... um..."
Meng Feifei yawned, already starting to feel sleepy: "Aren't they done fighting yet?"
Truman shrugged. "I don't know."
Meng Feifei lowered her head and looked at Chu Men on the ground: "By the way, Confucian, aren't you very good at calculation and analysis? Based on your analysis, who has a higher probability of winning between the two of them?"
Truman: "Linnaeus."
Meng Feifei exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"
Truman said calmly, "Data doesn't lie. Although they didn't provide complete data, simulations based on partial data won't be too far off."
"..." Meng Feifei scratched her hair.
He doesn't understand data at all.
Sure enough, he still wasn't used to the way these intellectuals spoke...
Meng Feifei: "Speaking of which, aren't you Confucian scholars always known for your humanities studies? Why do you look like a typical STEM guy...?"
Truman raised a finger, pushed up his glasses, and said calmly, "That's just a stereotype. Times have changed. Our Confucian Academy students are not only good at literature and mathematics, but also physics, chemistry, foreign languages, history, materials science, computer science, biology, alchemy, industrial science, information networks... We are the best in all universities in the country."
Meng Feifei: "...Awesome, awesome! Scholars are truly terrifying..."
Truman did not respond. His expression gradually became serious as he gazed at the still lingering white mist.
According to his materials, there is an analysis of Linnaeus's personality, behavior, and intelligence.
Linnaeus has many tricks up his sleeve.
If such unusual behavior is observed around him, it means...
This guy is definitely plotting some kind of scheme again!
Truman raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist.
There are five hours left until the end of the first round of matches.
They only have five hours left to make their bet...
Could it be...?
......
somewhere.
On the rooftop of a building.
Truman's true form stopped meditating and slowly opened his eyes.
"It seems we should leave here as soon as possible, just in case." Truman slowly stood up.
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