Ma Xingbang looked at the mask in his hand with great excitement, unable to put it down.
Yang Ming was speechless upon seeing this scene.
"Are you perhaps suffering from some serious illness? You have so many masks, why do you have to steal mine?"
Ma Xingbang seemed to have given up on pretending at this point, and sneered, "You are the chosen one, and the original mask was meant for you, so naturally you chose the truth!"
"Since you've already said that what I chose is the real one, and I hadn't even chosen yet, and you snatched it from me, isn't there a possibility that what you got was a fake?"
Ma Xingbang was slightly startled, his eyes flickering as he stared at the mask in his hand.
Judging from his expression, Yang Ming seemed to have become interested and casually picked up another bull-head mask.
"I've chosen the bull's head mask now, and I think it's real. What are you going to do now? How about we switch?"
Ma Xingbang's face immediately turned ugly. He suddenly realized that the noodles in his hand might be fake.
Logically, Yang Ming's choice must be true, and what he took from Yang Ming must be true.
But there is a fatal problem: how do we determine if Yang Ming has chosen the correct candidate?
Was it Yang Ming's choice to have his plans intercepted halfway through?
If this doesn't count, wouldn't Yang Ming's current choice be the real one?
The problem is, he doesn't dare to switch. If he does, he might find out he's been scammed, and then he'll be a complete victim of injustice.
If you hand over your true self to someone else, you'll be laughed at to death if word gets out.
Ma Xingbang was caught in a dilemma, staring intently at the mask in his hand, seemingly trying to determine its authenticity with his naked eye.
Of course, he dared not wear it, since the dean had said that wearing the wrong one could lead to bad consequences.
However, the more Ma Xingbang looked at the skull mask, the more real it seemed. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that it was real.
The grotesque skull mask seemed to come alive, its dark eyes staring straight at Ma Xingbang, the sinister smile on its lips widening.
And Ma Xingbang's conviction grew stronger and stronger: It really is! It must be true!
Destiny will not make a wrong choice; if I seize destiny, I will certainly not make a mistake!
"Don't try to fool me! The mask in my hand is the real one!" Ma Xingbang's face suddenly turned ferocious.
Subsequently, seemingly to prove his judgment was correct, Ma Xingbang put the skull mask directly on his face.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly upon seeing this scene.
The mask has a problem! It seems to have an effect on people's minds; Ma Xingbang was clearly overly agitated.
Although we haven't known each other for long, it's clear that Ma Xingbang is a cunning and shrewd person who knows how to disguise himself; such people are usually not so impulsive.
The fact that he chose to be the first to wear the mask now must mean he was influenced by something.
"Hahaha......."
A burst of wild laughter suddenly erupted in the arena.
It was Ma Xingbang.
At this moment, he was wearing a skull mask, with only his eyes exposed, which gave him an indescribable evil and ferocity.
"My choice was right after all! This is the true primordial mask! The key to perfect, bizarre transformation!"
Suddenly, the skull mask seemed to come alive, slowly wriggling as Ma Xingbang laughed maniacally, transforming into a sinister grin.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely evil and eerie power surged from the mask, and the violent power transformed into streams of black energy that frantically poured into Ma Xingbang's body.
boom!
The black energy surged, and a powerful shock suddenly erupted in the arena, spreading wildly outwards from Ma Xingbang's center.
Yang Ming and his group were immediately forced back several steps.
"Flesh and blood are weak and painful! A bizarre ascension! Hahaha..."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression immediately changed.
"Fine! So you're the one from the poker organization!" Yang Ming said angrily.
“Playing cards?” Ma Xingbang tilted his head slightly, staring at everyone with an evil look, and said, “These rats that can’t stand the light of day are just tools we use.”
Upon hearing this, Fang Xiu instantly understood that the people at headquarters also had connections with, and even cooperated with, the poker organization.
Or rather, it's the faction behind Ma Xingbang.
It seems there's a lack of unity even at headquarters.
"Alright, now that Tianming is no longer of any use to you, you can go your way. Anyway, no one will know if we kill you here. We can just announce that you died at the hands of the strange people in the mental hospital. This place is also quite suitable for burying the bodies, so no one will find out."
Yang Ming: "......."
He hadn't expected that Ma Xingbang was not only vengeful but also had a terrible sense of humor; these were exactly the words they had said before.
"And you, Fang Xiu! Didn't you keep saying you wanted to kill me? Threatening me? You didn't really think I was afraid of you, did you?"
"I only wanted to use destiny to find the Primal Mask, so I didn't want any conflict. Now that I've found the Primal Mask, try threatening me again!"
Ma Xingbang's tone became increasingly arrogant, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered along the way.
"Pah! You're such a show-off, a petty person who's gotten his way and doesn't want any conflict. You'd be so arrogant without the Primal Mask!" Yang Ming scoffed.
Ma Xingbang seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, and his face suddenly darkened.
"So noisy!"
boom!
A loud explosion rang out, and Ma Xingbang, whose body was shrouded in black energy, vanished from his spot in an instant, causing the air to explode.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yang Ming.
Yang Ming was immediately startled, not expecting Ma Xingbang to be so fast, before he could even react.
Bang!
A fist shrouded in black mist slammed into his abdomen.
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