"The Modern Age of the Mysterious (

"Three face casters..." The gambler spat out - if the explorers in the mission do not wear their own masks, they will be regarded as criminal gangsters and have no honor at all.

Just like saying one's name before a duel in ancient times, wearing one's own mask to fight is a tradition and honor for explorers.

However, this rule doesn't make sense to Sean: what he needs is to achieve his goals, not vain honors.

After sensing the moonlight hiding behind the wall and maintaining the barrier, the losing streak fighter looked back at the gambler.

The gambler made a decision in an instant: "The opponent can solve Rizick quietly, and his strength must be good. If we escape and report at this time, we will definitely be knocked down and suffer losses..."

"If you find a way to defeat the opponent, you can not only guarantee the completion of the guarding task, but also don't have to suffer losses." He has good things that he has obtained through hardships, and he doesn't want to hand it over to others.

Gamblers, is such a function, they can complete the trade-off of the pros and cons in an instant, and find an option that may be a bit risky, but more beneficial to them.

This is a pretty powerful function as long as you can ensure your judgment is wise enough to keep winning.

The other party didn't act immediately... The gambler narrowed his eyes and said, "Gentlemen, I have a proposal...

"Although you choose to take off your masks, I believe that you still have the pride of being an explorer in your heart."

Not so, Sean thought. He just wanted to make sure that no one on the other side would run out of the curtain to tip off the strong during the chaos - then the plan would change.

That's why he kept using explorer cards to keep his teammates on hold.

However, he found that the gambler seemed to have other considerations, so he decided to listen first.

"I suggest that we follow the tradition of gentlemen and take turns to fight." The gambler said slowly, "If we win, you should leave here."

Everyone knows that the party with more people has a higher chance of winning in a group battle. The other party's proposal for a wheel battle is obviously to create favorable conditions for themselves. Doug is naturally disdainful, and has raised his fist,

However, as the captain, Sean had a different idea: as long as the other party didn't try to escape and report the news, anything would do.

"We agree." Sean nodded.

Although the degenerate could not understand the captain's decision, he put down his fist and said nothing.

The gambler turned his head and said something to the losing boxer, then turned to Sean and the others: "My teammates come first."

The boxer stepped forward and shook his neck abruptly, making a crackling sound.

With a very strong body, he has set up a posture and waved to Doug, the strongest of Sean Fang.

Doug, who had never been frightened in hand-to-hand combat, suddenly felt his heart beat faster, and walked forward with the things in the roll of white cloth.

"You want me to beat you with this..." Doug pointed to the thing in his hand and raised his fist again, "Or just use your hand?"

The other party smiled and said, "If you're afraid you won't be able to beat me, just use a weapon."

Doug also smiled, wrapped the white cloth properly and put it aside, and walked to the boxer.

At this moment, the gambler moved his fingers imperceptibly, as if he had made an important decision, a decision involving rules...

Clown Sage leaned into Sean's ear: "He just 'bet'.

"If the party he bought wins, his strength will grow in both the short and long term.

"According to the odds, the short-term growth can increase his soul strength by 50%, and the long-term gain is much smaller."

Sean nodded: "I know. This is a gambler's special ability."

Henry, who was trapped in the undercurrent, also had such ability, but unfortunately he was too confident in himself and placed all the bets on himself.

If he did nothing and bet all of Sean and the gambler's bet on Sean, because of the odds, he might have the strength comparable to King level in an instant...

This is also one of the possible ways for them to escape the Undercurrent Street.

Unfortunately, the gambler Henry is only for himself and has no team spirit, so this option is not possible.

In the eyes of gamblers, slingers and losing fighters have similar odds.

As long as he buys the right winner, his own strength can suddenly rise.

If the losing boxer can win this round, the gambler can guarantee that he bet correctly for two consecutive games... Then the two opponents may come back!

This is the gambler's plan: to fight for the best result!

He's not the kind of fool who turns around and runs, risking losses to tip off... Why accept defeat or a draw when you can bet on a winning situation?

The boxer's punch was inadvertently blowing like a gust of wind, hitting Doug's jaw just now.

The degenerates who could not dodge staggered a few times, and they were a little unsteady on their feet.

Then, there was a violent storm of punches.

Doug covered his head with his hands to protect himself, and was a little embarrassed.

His breathing became heavier and heavier.

The muscles all over the body swelled, and the bones rattled.

There are obvious changes in the eyes and the bones of the whole body.

Still maintained at the transitional stage between humans and apes.

A complete degradation, Doug's runaway limit is 189 seconds. Also, it will take a long time before it can be implemented again after complete degradation.

Facing the opponent in front of him, Doug hadn't planned to use his cards yet.

The other party felt a little irritated to see that Doug was only in the transitional phase.

"Anger" is the best fuel for a losing fighter.

His muscles were bloodshot, his skin was red, and his fists were getting faster and heavier, as if he was hitting Doug with two stones.

The strength and resilience of the degenerates are the most prominent.

The wounds the boxer inflicted on Doug healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wound can heal, but the pain is real.

Doug's degeneration went a little deeper as the boxer bombed, with black and white hair growing out of him.

Doug waved his long arm, like a black wind suddenly blowing, and finally interrupted the rhythm of the boxer's combo.

Taking a deep breath of steam, Doug's teeth sharpened.

The face has lost a lot of humanity, and has a lot of animal rage.

"Yes! Become a beast~lightnovelpub.net~ The defeated boxer taps his head with his hand, "Becoming a beast is qualified to be my opponent! "

Still not fully degenerated, but Doug is on the verge of complete degeneration.

The degenerate jumped a few steps and used the strength of his entire body to smash his two long arms towards the boxer. The boxer had just evaded with a parry, and Doug rushed directly over and suppressed the boxer with his body.

The long arms waved like a landslide, and the gravel fell frantically from the top of the mountain.

The empty fist smashed the floor tiles directly, the broken bricks splashed everywhere, and the ground even shook slightly.

The boxer lay on the ground holding his head, his skin getting redder and redder.

The anger of the losing boxer has reached its peak, and in the unruly animal swing, his blue eyes saw a flaw.

Like the fist of **** that broke out of the ground, it suddenly drilled out of the ground, and the thick arm took advantage of the gap between Doug's arm swing and directly punched his completely exposed jaw.

The heads and neural structures of apes and modern humans are very similar, and this punch that can make a human boxer limp also had a huge impact on Doug's brain.

The furious half-beast's eyes slackened for a moment, and before the raised long arm slammed down, the body fell to the side...

The boxer who lost the losing streak saw the opportunity to win, and stood up, intending to ride the degenerate to beat him violently.

But seeing the degenerate whose eyes were slack for a moment, his expression suddenly became fierce again, relying on his instinct, he bit his fangs at the boxer.

The nervous system of degenerates is not as sensitive as humans, and attacks that can cause humans to faint, for them, the dizziness is only a momentary.

The boxer instinctively shrank back, and was hit on the side of the face by the long arm that swept violently, the mask shattered and splashed, and the face was fractured. Dropped, Boxer fell to the ground without a sound.