Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 269 - 22 Blood-Stained Confrontation

Chapter 269: Chapter 22 Blood-Stained Confrontation

Whether it was out of willingness or the effect of following the crowd, besides Han Zifeng, all the students raised their arm and stuck their index finger out, indicating their willingness to participate in the competition.

"At this moment, you all deserve my respect!" A gratified smile appeared on Tang Zheng’s face, he scanned the students’ faces one by one, looking into their eyes, uttering words of praise.

The students were momentarily moved. After all, Tang Zheng’s strength was evident and being the strongest among them, his praise made them feel that their self-worth was recognized.

"Yes, this kind of confident attitude is exactly what’s needed." Tang Zheng suppressed a chuckle, everyone hesitates before making a choice, but once the decision is made, a sense of relief fills their heart, especially when the decision is met with the awe of the majority.

"Hey, hey, what are you guys doing? You’re walking into a deathtrap!" Han Zifeng felt isolated, he tried to smile, but it was worse than crying. He didn’t want to be the only one fleeing, so he hurriedly defended himself, "Luck is also a part of strength."

"Only those who feel inferior would rely on something as uncertain as luck for victory, and that’s why they will never win." Tang Zheng responded and ignored him. Even the other students looked at Han Zifeng with contempt. In their eyes, this man was a complete coward and a loser.

"Hey, Captain, why are they raising their arms? What does this mean?" Glasses man didn’t understand, but the surging spirit of the opposing team at this moment was making his heart beat faster.

"Are they volunteering to fight? Really, such idiots?" Amanda had a smirk, "I am the first one to not believe it."

"Easterners always have a kind of spirit, which you won’t understand." Brant thought of the Chinese Conqueror teams he had once faced. "Be careful."

"Then let the game begin. Please confirm the player selection method for both sides." Alice timed it perfectly, not allowing them a single extra second of rest.

"Voluntary!" Tang Zheng deliberately said it in English, aiming to strike a blow to the other team’s morale. He was nonchalant but it caused a huge ripple among the Super Team. They all looked at these Chinese in disbelief, thinking they had gone mad.

The high school students felt proud and without realizing it, straightened their backs. Only Han Zifeng stood there uncomfortably, feeling like a clown.

"Super Team, what’s your answer?" Alice didn’t care about these, she just wanted the thrill of blood and death mixing together.

"Random selection." Brant smiled bitterly. He knew this would reduce morale, but he had no choice. Killing a newbie would cost a thousand points, and with the restrictions of various rules in the second round, he could not be a dictator.

Apart from some shame, the North American newbies didn’t think it was a big deal, after all, different cultures lead to different perceptions. The only thing they envied was that the opponent would not have to offer two sacrifices after their loss. Their current worry was that they themselves might be selected.

Even the North American newbies, who didn’t believe in Jesus, were drawing crosses on their chests, seeking the Lord’s redemption and protection.

"Alright, let’s begin the first round." Alice snapped her fingers and waved to clear the poker cards from the table, then took out nineteen new cards, dividing them into two piles.

Tang Zheng wanted to start aggressively and planned to gather information, so he wanted to fight first, but before he could take two steps, Xu Guanlin stopped him.

"I’ll go." Xu Guanlin stepped up at this moment, showcasing the qualities of a class president. Quietly confirming that the M1911A1 was loaded, he walked towards the long table, single-handedly pulled out a chair and sat down.

The members of the Super Team watched Xu Guanlin, unable to understand why he was so calm. Their chosen player, on the other hand, was shivering, slowly making his way to the long table, as if hoping that by delaying, he could escape this Ghost Card Draw showdown, although that was wishful thinking.

"Both sides, please take a seat and choose a card." Alice enjoyed the humans’ expressions of terror greatly, thinking it was awesome. After they sat, she pointed to the decks of poker on the table.

"I’ll take this deck." Xu Guanlin’s opponent was a brown-haired man. His face full of tension, he quickly snatched a deck, seemingly thinking that acting first would come with some advantages.

Xu Guanlin just smiled and didn’t care, picked up the other deck, and fanned it out in his hand.

"All unrelated parties, please retreat ten meters." As Alice spoke, a row of medieval armored knights lined up, forming a densely packed human wall, blocking others behind it.

"The game begins, Super Team player has nine cards, draw first." The butler began to act as the dealer, presiding over the card game.

Xu Guanlin looked at the full hand of cards, wanted to use some tactics, but was at a loss.

"If the draw takes more than a minute, you lose by default." The Butler saw that the brown-haired man wasn’t moving and gave a warning.

"I choose this one." The brown-haired man finally closed his eyes and picked a card, quickly scanned the cards in his hand, then immediately let out an excited cheer, throwing the pair of Red Heart Threes on the table.

The Super Team’s newbies high fived each other in celebration, then froze because two armored knights came out. One grabbed Xu Guanlin’s arm and pressed it on the table and the other drew a dagger, pressing it on the little finger, and then pressed it down hard.