The presidents of several major guilds shook hands with Bai Liu one by one and then left.

The host was shocked but continued to explain: "According to the normal process, the first-place player in the preseason should draw the team first, but since the president of the first-place team Russell Cemetery is currently being replaced, the president of the second-place team Wandering Circus will——"

"——Bai Liu, go forward and draw a team!"

A lottery stand slowly extended from the front of the big screen in the viewing pool. On the stand was an opaque black curtain box with an opening on top that was big enough for a person's arm to reach in. Below the lottery stand were three steps.

Bai Liu walked slowly forward and stepped onto the steps. He lowered his eyes, and as everyone in the audience watched with bated breath, he reached into the box, grasped a ping-pong-ball-sized object inside, took it out, and handed it to the staff waiting nearby.

The staff carefully cut open the elastic spherical object with a knife, then took out a bunch of paper from it, carefully unfolded it face down, and without looking at it himself, he lifted it up and turned it around for all the spectators to see.

The originally noisy audience fell into a brief silence when they saw the logo on the piece of paper.

The guild members of the eight teams sitting in the inner circle also had expressions of shock, and many even dropped their waving flags in a trance.

Hong Tao slightly raised her eyebrows, Phoebe held her face lovingly, tilted her head and smiled, Cen Mingming had a grim expression, and hugged his chest as if he had expected it, Daniel sat up suddenly, looked to the side with a gloomy face, Georgia tilted her head slightly, and whispered something to Armand who looked serious beside her.

Charles folded his hands, supporting his cane, and looked from afar at Bai Liu, who was standing in the middle of the viewing pool with a normal expression, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

This gamble is becoming more and more interesting.

Liao Ke's hand on Heitao's shoulder suddenly tightened. Bai Yi stared at the label paper in amazement and muttered to himself: "Damn, we can't be so unlucky..."

"Ni Shen is not here." Bai Jiamu turned his head sharply and looked at Liao Ke, his face dark. "There is no tactician, how can we fight?!"

The host's excited voice trembled with excitement, and his waving arms echoed throughout the entire viewing pool: "This is really indescribable good luck. Our new team drew the first team - the Killer Sequence!!"

On the raised label paper, there was an inverted cross drawn - this was the emblem of the Killer Order.

Regardless of whether the game is won or lost, drawing the Killer Sequence means that the Killer Sequence will definitely participate in the game. Regardless of whether it is a win or a loss, this means that a huge number of gambling pools will be wiped out on the first day of the challenge.

All the audience were excited!

"The battle is about to begin! Everyone, take your positions! Prepare your chips and place your bets!" The host waved his hands, his face twisted with excitement. "Now, please invite the tacticians from the killer sequence to come down and have the routine declaration of war with the tacticians from the wandering circus!"

Liao Ke took a deep breath and raised his hand to indicate that he was about to speak: "Our team's tactician is not here, so I will temporarily serve as the tactician to execute the competition procedures."

The host and the audience all looked stunned for a moment, then turned into a huge, frenzied expression: "Ni Shen is not here?!"

"Replacing tacticians on the spot is a top taboo! It will lower the level of the entire team to a new level!"

The host's voice was about to break: "Everyone! Everyone! Can our new team complete the counterattack journey of last year's killer sequence - challenge the dragon to slay!"

"If this team succeeds in slaying the dragon, the money you bet on this Wandering Circus team now can be multiplied by more than a hundred times! Please seize the opportunity! The earlier you bet, the more you will get back! Place your bets as soon as possible!"

Wang Shun, sitting on a lounge chair in the corridor, reflected the system panel in his eyes. Even though he had experienced many ups and downs with Hong Tao, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the betting rate of the pool rising almost in a straight line: "...37 times."

"This is too scary..."

With so many points betted, if we lose in the first game, it will leave a very bad impression on the audience, and they will retaliate by not betting on us in the following games. It will be very difficult for us to get the popularity gold medal...

Wang Shun couldn't help but look at the players on the field with worry, and finally fixed his eyes on Bai Liu standing in the middle: "...President."

Liao Ke turned around and prepared to walk down the back passage.

Bai Jiamu suddenly grabbed his wrist, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice with deep eyes: "Ni Shen... is so smart, he has always arranged everything, and can even predict the future. Will he be fine?"

Liao Ke paused as he walked down the stairs: "He'll be fine."

"He said he would personally stop Bai Liu from winning the match."

After Liao Ke finished speaking, he pulled out his hand and walked down. He walked step by step to the compartment in front of the big screen. With a complicated look in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to Bai Liu who was standing there waiting for him: "I didn't expect to meet you so early."

Bai Liu raised his eyes calmly, stretched out his hand and shook it: "I didn't expect it either."

Liao Ke was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you very much for letting us use the pool."

"You're welcome." Bai Liu said calmly, "I'm also very grateful that you arranged a singles match for me. I really need this singles match to gain popularity for me."

Liao Ke raised his head slowly: "It seems that you have already guessed our match arrangement."

Without Ni Shen, the team competition cannot start for the time being, which will cause big problems. Then Liao Ke, as a temporary tactician, will find ways to delay time in singles and doubles matches.

Bai Liu was silent for a moment: "Ni Shen will definitely appear, right?"

"The opponent is you." Liao Ke said firmly, "Then yes, no matter how badly injured he is, he will crawl here to fight you."

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and took back his hand: "I understand."

"I'll wait for him."

After saying that, Bai Liu was about to turn around and leave, but Liao Ke suddenly said, "This time, he won't let you go. He will win you even if he tries his best."

Bai Liu paused, hummed lightly, and then walked off the stage.

Liao Ke looked deeply at Bai Liu's departing back, then turned and walked out of the communication room.

The host looked around and said, "Now that the tacticians of both sides have finished their communication, it's time to make arrangements for the individual matches—"

"If the killer sequence is not unexpected, the ace attacker Spade should be the one to appear in the singles match."

As soon as the host finished speaking, Spade supported himself on the fence with one hand, turned over neatly and walked towards the big screen. He had a black bone whip tied casually on his waist, and many straps on his pants with some props tied on them. When Spade walked, he kicked these props that were forcibly fastened on his pants, making them sway left and right, and one of them even fell off.

Spade looked down at the prop and didn't move.

Liao Ke covered his face and said weakly: "...I know you don't like to bring props to the stage, but please don't drop it on purpose. I can see that you kicked it away on purpose. Pick it up quickly..."

——The props on Spade’s pants were all forced on him by Liao Ke just now.

Spades never used any props whether he was competing or playing games. If given fifteen minutes at most, he would drop them intentionally or accidentally.

But this time Liao Ke ordered Hei Tao to bring enough props to the stage.

The opponent is that Bai Liu...it's always good to have an extra layer of protection.

Liao Ke leaned against the fence, looking deeply at Bai Liu who was walking towards him with a calm expression.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has played against so many dangerous and powerful teams, but no team can give him as much pressure as Bai Liu when he casually takes the field.

Liao Ke felt that his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his throat.

Wang Shun felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He clenched the paper and pen in his hand, staring at Bai Liu who was going on stage, and took deep breaths continuously to adjust his dizzy state. It seemed as if it was himself, not Bai Liu, who was going on stage.

Sitting on the bench next to Wang Shun were other players who were not playing yet, and it seemed that their condition was not much better than his.

There was no color left on Mu Ke's face, and his fingertips were covered with marks from his unconscious pinching. Liu Jiayi's lips were tightly pursed, and her calves were stretched straight. Tang Erda frowned, touched the gun on his waist for a few seconds, and then slowly exhaled a foul breath.

Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and shook his legs crazily: "Fuck, I'm so nervous that I feel like vomiting."

Tang Erda patted his shoulder and said, "Relax and get yourself in shape. You'll have to compete in the doubles match later, and Bai Liu has a gold medal for immunity from death, so nothing serious will happen."

After hearing this, Liu Jiayi's expression did not relax, but became even more tense: "Bai Liu does have a golden medal of immunity from death."

"But he may not use it in this game." Mu Ke's lips were pale, "Or, in order to take care of us who don't have a golden medal of immunity in the team competition, and to increase the excitement and betting rate of the game-"

"——Bai Liu is unlikely to use the death-free golden medal in this game."

Mu Sicheng was dizzy: "What does that mean?! This is a fucking spade!? He doesn't need the death-free gold medal? Is he crazy?!"

Mu Ke shook his head with a pale face: "It is precisely because of playing spades that Bai Liu can't use it."

"He wants to break Spade's undefeated singles record in one fell swoop, and then directly rise to a high level of popularity and become a highly talked-about star player. As long as there is a star player in a team, the audience will most likely vote for the entire team to be in the top 100 in order to ensure that this outstanding star player can advance."

Mu Ke turned to look at Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were constricted, and said word by word, "If he wins the game in this high-risk situation without the death-free gold medal, it can basically ensure that everyone in our team can benefit from his popularity and get the death-free gold medal."

"Are they taking advantage of his popularity?" Mu Sicheng's eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly. "They are trying to eat Bai Liu's life!"

The host's voice was almost as excited as a whistle: "Here they come! Both contestants are on stage!"

"Please both players declare war on each other!"

Bai Liu stood opposite Heitao, looking up at him, with no emotion on his face: "Do you want to win?"

Spade nodded without hesitation: "I want to beat you."

Bai Liu smiled: "I want to win too."

He slowly reached out from his collar and a gold medal of immunity from death that had fallen on the line appeared and hung around Bai Liu's neck. At the same time, a gold medal of immunity from death of the same style also appeared around Hei Tao's neck.

"Oh, both sides have a golden ticket to immunity from death." The host's voice was a little disappointed. "It looks like both sides are going to use it. That's a bit boring."

Bai Liu pulled the golden medal of immunity from death from his neck and moved aside calmly.

[System prompt: Does the player Bai Liu choose to give up using the death-free gold medal in this game? ]

The host's voice suddenly rose: "Oh my god! What did I see! This action is a standard action to give up the golden medal of immunity from death! This new tactician decided to give up his golden medal of immunity from death when facing a main attacker!"

"I take back what I said before. Although the result of this match is probably not surprising and Spade should win, it is still worth watching."

The host teased Bai Liu sarcastically: "I hope that when this rookie tactician dies on the field, he won't punish himself for his recklessness at this moment."

Hei Tao looked at Bai Liu expressionlessly. He grasped the golden medal of immunity from death hanging around his neck, pulled it, raised his arm horizontally, and moved it to the side.

[System prompt: Does the player Spade choose to give up using the Death-Free Gold Medal in this game? ]

The host fell into a brief silence, then jumped up and shouted: "Our Spade player accepted the challenge from the other side! He also decided to give up his immunity from death!"

"This is a battle of life and death!!"

Liao Ke's expression suddenly changed, and he slapped the railing: "Spades! What are you doing!"

Heitao ignored Liao Ke's roar behind him and looked at Bai Liu intently: "I want to defeat you under the same conditions."

Bai Liu smiled: "The person I liked before also liked to beat me under the same conditions."

"I played many horror games with him, but I never won a single one against him. He was very good at it. I could never forget how many times he won against me. I always wanted to win against him once."

"But before I could beat him once, he ran away."

Spade's eyes narrowed: "I will also beat you this way."

Bai Liu raised his eyes, and the smile on his face deepened: "Since you said so, I hope you can really be a qualified souvenir--"

"——I hope you can beat me once."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually let go of the golden medal of immunity from death.

Spade and Bai Liu let go almost at the same time.

“Ding Ding——!”

The two gold medals with their straps fell to the ground and bounced, making a crisp sound, then spun in the air, turned into golden foam, and disappeared.

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu/Hei Tao confirms that they will not use the Death-Free Gold Medal in this game.]

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