We Are Gamers

There is a difference in level between a three-level promoted spirit level and a four-level promoted spiritual level.

Although it is only one level, it is enough to bring crushing results.

The Mad Hatter was right. If Baige could kill the Titanoboa, absorb the white mist of its soul, and upgrade to the fourth-tier spiritual rank, they would still have a chance to win.

But not anymore.

The third stage of spiritual upgrade brought Baige a special talent called Nether.

It can be understood as illusion, and it can be understood as fraud.

It is not aggressive, it can transform its body into a ghost body to avoid physical attacks, and it can also distort the light to temporarily become invisible or distort the position in the eyes of others.

It is a functional talent skill.

But the lack of lethality has already declared that it is impossible for Baige to win.

Maoyou's skills have a cooldown time, and a 10-minute cooldown is enough to end the game.

Under the onslaught of the Mad Hatter, Bai Ge may not be able to hold on for too long.

This has turned into a one-sided dragging war.

Bai Ge wants to delay until the end of the game, and the game will end when the time is up.

But even if it dragged on, he couldn't bring defeat to the Mad Hatter, only two winners.

The Mad Hatter understands this, and treats Bai Ge with contempt.

If he was only going crazy to the end for the victory of the game, he would not even be as good as the reckless man who stood up and shot before.

Some people may think that as long as they can win, it doesn't matter how the process is.

But such a protracted victory may not look better than a gorgeous failure.

What's more, Bai Ge said so much before, and finally used such a method to delay the game, which made the Mad Hatter very boring. Even though he knew that he could not have a hole card, he still looked forward to it. Will there be any? What a trump card.

Now that I have seen the answer, it is better not to have seen it.

Winning procrastinated in this way can seem boring and bloated.

However, time does not stand still or speed up.

Bit by bit, without rush or delay, it flows like sand in a funnel.

Three 10 minutes, two 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, 3 minutes...

"It's the last minute."

The Mad Hatter sat on the head of the collapsed Buddha statue, looked at the countdown in the upper right corner of the viewing angle, and said, "You are almost successful."

"I think so, quite a long time."

The white cat kept the ghost spirit body ten steps away from him: "I never thought that waiting would be such a tormenting thing."

"The pain of winning is worth something to you."

The Mad Hatter patted the falling black ash on his shoulder: "It's the same for me."

"Oh?" Bai Ge was slightly surprised: "I thought you would be incompetent and furious."

"I'm actually quite patient." The Mad Hatter said, "As long as you know the meaning of your waiting, you won't feel anxious. It's like waiting for a moment before eating dessert. You watch the dessert turn in the oven and wait for it to come out. , can endure a long cooking process for a moment of deliciousness."

"It's like a hunter's patience before hunting." The white cat stretched his waist: "So, you think you are Daozu and I am fish?"

"Not bad," the Mad Hatter admitted.

"Then why don't you do it?" Bai Ge glanced at the time: "Still waiting, what are you waiting for?"

"Countdown, ten seconds."

The Mad Hatter's fingers tapped the half-fused head of the sitting Buddha as the seconds counted down.

He counted down from 30 seconds, saying each number, waiting for the two digits to drop to one.

That was the last ten seconds until the end.

When the Arabic numeral Ⅸ turns to Ⅸ, the countdown to doom also starts to ring.

Both are extremely intelligent people.

What does the ten-second countdown mean?

Represents a competition for time, a game between players.

If the time is stretched to 10 minutes, this may be a tug of war without fun.

But if it's only ten seconds, the underdog might win.

If Bai Ge fights for ten seconds to survive, he wins.

If the Mad Hatter kills the white cat within ten seconds, he wins.

There was no need for such a gamble to exist.

The Mad Hatter has more than [-]% chance of winning, and the shorter the time, the closer the odds of winning for both sides are to [-]-[-].

But he still did.

This proves the Mad Hatter's absolute confidence. He didn't do anything before because it was unnecessary. He is going to cut off Bai Ge's hope of victory at the last moment. gambling.

first second.

The white cat's body tensed up and was ready to retreat at any time. It refracted the light and turned on the ghost body. Dozens of different light phantoms appeared around him. He wanted to buy time, only defend but not attack.

Second second.

The Mad Hatter stood up. His movements were a bit dull and slow. Compared to cats' reflexes, human movements were not swift. He stood up at a normal speed. It was impossible for this hand to touch anything, as long as he attacked It is meaningless to miss, because it only takes one second for Bai Ge to escape his ten-step range, and there are phantoms that distort vision and ignore physical attacks.

Once out of the control range, ten seconds will become a fleeting number for the Mad Hatter.

One second, only one second is enough.

But unfortunately, the Mad Hatter slowly raised his palm, and it gave Bai Ge this second.

In the splashing light and shadow, he raised his right arm flat, and suddenly there was a clear cracking sound, and the blood-red ghost's right arm broke off shoulder to shoulder.As if torn off by violence, the muscles and bones were separated, and blood burst out.

However, the broken right arm did not fall to the ground according to the gravity. Instead, it moved straight ahead. The gushing blood was like a burning flame, pushing the right arm to fly. This very visual move made the white cat lose his mind for a moment. .

In such a short moment, the ghost hand with sharp nails has already pierced through the fur and flesh. Illusion is meaningless, and the ghost body cannot escape the stranglement of the ghost hand. This ghost hand has the ability to kill the soul. Difficult to escape.

Third second.

The white cat was pinned to the ground, and the Mad Hatter was missing a right arm.

Blood spilled from the wound and pooled into pools.

The Mad Hatter stepped forward and pulled out the ghost's hand: "The long wait is worthwhile, because I must be the one who wins."

He looked at the white cat lying motionless: "I said, it only takes three seconds to kill you."

Give a contemptuous response: "It seems that Xia Chan is not me, but you."

The white cat couldn't move or make a sound.

The Mad Hatter suddenly felt a little bored.

Victory or defeat is always so short that he couldn't appreciate the opponent's wonderful expression in the last few seconds.

If it is the crystallization of regret, pain and shame, it will definitely make him feel worthy.

The last three seconds.

The Mad Hatter waits for time to pass.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if this was another breakthrough of the March Hare's prophecy, and that girl would happily drag him to celebrate.

Three seconds, two seconds... He waited for the end to declare his own victory.

But at the last second, a soft light came on, and such a soft light hurt his eyes a bit.

He didn't understand where these lights came from in this dark night.

No, he has realized it, but he doesn't want to admit it, these rays of light are coming from below, from the ground...

A strong premonition shook his heart, and the Mad Hatter gritted his teeth, not wanting to admit that there would be another change.

He suppressed the dull thunder and roar in his heart, and looked down.

I saw two huge Chinese characters appearing on the white cat's body.

——Back to life!

At the last second, the white cat came back from the dead.

Chapter 280 The fifth chapter Xia Chan talks about ice, it's ridiculous

【Time limit arrival】

【competition is over】

A development that the Mad Hatter could not have foreseen.

This is exactly the result of Baige's calculation.

"Ten seconds, what an ingenious calculation."

"Yeah, ten seconds is enough for you to kill me once."

"But unfortunately, it's not enough for you to kill me a second time."

"It's really a pity," said the white cat.

The Mad Hatter gritted his teeth, he wished he could make up the knife immediately.

He said in a low voice: "If I wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago."

"Yes, you have too many opportunities."

"But you missed three 10 minutes."

"This is the result of your arrogance, so I say it's a pity."

Bai Ge circled the Mad Hatter.

"You must be thinking - if you fall in front of the key line, this is enough to destroy the self-confidence of most people and make me lose this game. Why don't I just shut myself up, the harder the blow, the better, so no matter what is left How long, you will definitely choose the last ten seconds, because you can't wait to prove that everything I say is wrong."