It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Therefore, Huang Shen had no choice but to use the fake Riichi. This tactic, which seemed to be unsuccessful, also achieved a significant effect.

First, because of the false foundation, Bai Lin directly chose the Kan Zhang hand. Normally, she would never do such an awkward thing, and she would have made good use of her luck. As Si Mo said, no matter how hard she pretended, Bai Lin was still fragile. Even if she lied to herself and told herself a thousand times not to bother with the poet, her subconscious was still impatient and she still took such action.

After that, Simo made an even bolder move, shutting down Bai Lin's actions. She used a fake hidden kong. In Riichi Mahjong, hidden kong is a game where two kong tiles face up and two face down. In other words, even though she had a pair, she simply opened the kong. It was as if she was absolutely certain that Bai Lin, or the poet, would never see the 30,000 again.

If caught, it would be cheating, and what would happen then would be unknown. However, judging by the game, Bai Lin never questioned the authenticity of the hidden kang. It came at a perfect time, Bai Lin was blocked just as he was about to draw a hand, as if the God of Wilderness had just put pressure on him when Smo played the card that could change his draw.

Before, Bai Lin would have doubted her. But now... she seemed to have no strength left. Ultimately, her luck had been ruined once again. The technique wasn't the point; the most important thing was that Bai Lin herself was completely oblivious. She could only feel waves of powerlessness encroaching on her, gradually closing in on her. She clearly wanted to let go, but invisible ropes bound her hands and feet.

In the second round of East, the Poet was the Banker. This time, the Poet indicated to Bai Lin that his cards were quite good. However, Bai Lin's cards were a little less than satisfactory.

If he assisted the poet in making cards, he could recover the soul points expended by the God of Wilderness without consuming any rounds. By the time the first round came around, Bai Lin would have another chance to make cards. This was indeed a good option. Bai Lin believed that this was indeed a feasible strategy.

At first, the poet's luck was average, never reaching a draw. But after just six rounds, Bai Lin's hand had reached a draw, an unexpected development. This surprised Bai Lin, but she remained focused on providing points for the poet and helping her escape the danger. She raised her hand, preparing to play a perfectly formed card.

Chapter 854 You Must Believe in Yourself First

The poet, however, shook his head at this moment. Noticing this, Bai Lin retracted his hand, his expression filled with confusion. Was she trying to keep a double insurance policy? Indeed, if both parties were to draw together, they could only defend against one. There was nothing wrong with thinking that, since they didn't want to go riichi, they could always choose to retreat.

So, she slapped the extra 2-sou card on the table and pushed it forward. Suddenly, a "bang" sounded from Smoo's side. She took the extra 2-sou card and casually cut out a card, while the God of Wilderness played a West Wind.

"Bang."

Another sound of the bar came from Smo again. She took out a 2-sou and added the bar again. In an instant, she looked full of murderous aura.

But, this is the second round in the East, and Smo's own wind is the South Wind. Is she trying to do something by openly barring the West Wind? Is she trying to imitate my previous three-bar move? That's probably impossible. Just like the previous round, Smo and Huang Shen's behavior is getting more and more weird...

Bai Lin thought so, but never thought about why the other party did that. Instead, he continued to analyze the situation from an insider's perspective.

If you openly kong, if it's not for your own winning hand, then it's probably for the treasure card in this situation. This is very likely a behavior for your teammate's riichi.

The poet can reveal her cards in pairs. Although the look is late and the pairs are not good, she already has a card in her hand that she will use. She only needs to wait for the four-card card that the poet needs to show her cards and start a killing spree.

We're also in a draw position. While we can only draw a single straight with three colors if we don't go riichi, there's still a chance of a tie. Even if Smo's move is a prelude to the Arakami's upcoming riichi, we're much faster, and we have a chance of going riichi. Assuming the Poet Banker goes riichi and draws evenly, we can gradually recover the lost points. It's not completely impossible.

As expected, in the next round, the God of Wilderness stood upright, as if everything had been planned. The traces of deduction were so strong that even Bai Lin cursed inwardly and had some doubts. But then, she was surprised to see the card in her hand and played it.

"bump."

The poet touched the Four So. Now, if Bai Lin sends another card, the poet can escape danger and win the hand, gaining the remaining two soul points from Bai Lin and the God of the Wilderness. With two open kangs already on the field, the deterrent power of Riichi is too great. We can't wait any longer!

But after a round, the poet shook his head again and stopped Bai Lin's behavior.

Now, even though she was at the card table, Bai Lin still couldn't help herself. She asked in confusion,

"why?"

The poet remained silent. This sudden incident was like cold water, extinguishing the glimmer of hope that Bai Lin had just glimpsed. The one who responded was actually Si Mo, who was sitting opposite him. She only heard her say,

"Son, your current perspective is too narrow. Face the reality. There's no way she'll play along with the hand you're dealt."

Bai Lin was about to retort when his eyes unconsciously followed Si Mo's finger and glanced at the pile of cards. He saw that the treasure card Si Mo had just revealed was the three-sou card. In other words, the poet now possessed a pair of six-paired treasure cards. As the banker, if he had directly hit Bai Lin, he would have lost 16,000 points, dropping from first to third.

For Bai Lin's lineup, this was an unacceptable loss. They were inherently unable to plunder their opponents' points during the match, and losing their seat bonus would be tantamount to declaring defeat. Therefore, the poet would absolutely not play this card no matter what.

It can be said that although Si Mo's luck in winning the hand was not very strong, she used her unconventional "good luck" to make the situation even more chaotic, contributing to a situation that seemed good luck to Bai Lin, but was actually extremely bad.

If Bai Lin didn't play this extra card, she wouldn't be able to draw, and the poet would have to wait for the last remaining card to be drawn. This would undoubtedly allow the opponent's strategy to develop freely, which was equivalent to surrendering in advance. After thinking about it, Bai Lin felt a headache, but she didn't want to give up. She said,

"It's okay, poet. Sixteen thousand points, and there are still six or more rounds left. I can definitely make it back. Now, you just—"

"Son, your voice is trembling. I believe you, but only if you say it yourself. You must be able to believe it enough."

The poet's voice once again interrupted Bai Lin's self-deceiving thoughts, causing his expression to freeze. Yes, who could guarantee a 100% guarantee of receiving points in a situation like this? At least now, Bai Lin no longer had the arrogance he had in the previous half-card game.

But soon, that dullness turned into impatience. How could she listen to such words now? Bai Lin just played the cards and said,

"No matter what, I will return this card. If you combine it, your extra two soul points can form a synergy between us. Will 16,000 points still be a big deal to me then? You should understand, you are a poet who sees everything."

But the poet remained silent. No matter how excited Bai Lin was, she only shook her hands for a long time, touched the cards for the next round, and slowly said,

"I reserve my opinion, Holy Son."

The poet gave up this chance to win the game. A biting coldness, along with the cards she played, entered Bai Lin's body. At this moment, she remembered what Simo had said earlier.

She couldn't see through Smo, nor could she see through the other two people at the table.

She was angry, she was silent, and the slight sadness in her heart, along with the doubt and the biting coldness of the distance, made her tremble all over. The fog tactics she and the poet had formed together, forming a waiting game and covering each other, suddenly enveloped their own people in the fog.

Not only Bai Lin couldn't figure it out, even Kronos beside him was puzzled. Kronos, the guy who always wanted Bai Lin dead, actually believed that if the poet escaped from danger, Bai Lin would definitely win the final victory.

Even with Si Mo's manipulation and the set-up to such an extent, Bai Lin's luck remained unbroken. Ever since the last Nan Er round, her luck had only grown with each round. If this trend continued, without the poet's psychological barrier, Bai Lin would surely have won.

Chapter 855: Have to Fight

Bai Lin possessed these qualities, possessing the conditions for victory. Of the four people at the mahjong table, Bai Lin was the only one who didn't understand this. Could someone as intelligent as the poet fail to grasp this? Even though he knew the poet even less than Bai Lin, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't fathom what the poet was thinking at that moment.

Kronos couldn't understand why the poet, in a sense, was now standing in opposition to Bai Lin. Could it be that the poet was simply a fake astrologer? Had I, Kronostia, been deceived by her?

The answer, naturally, would never be revealed. Smo, sitting across from him, leisurely consumed a three-cake, clearly holding a yaku. Even with two open kangs, he continued to play a pai. As the Aragami cut his cards after riichi, the focus of the game shifted once again to Bai Lin.

This time, she drew a seven-cake. Originally, her waiting hand was a pair of one-sou and five-cake. One of the two-sou would lose the opportunity to break the one-sou. By now, Bai Lin had already lost her chance of a pair, so she could only wait for five-cake.

What was even more despairing was that the remaining pair of five cakes were all in the poet's hands. With only one soul point left, she had no way of giving away this five cake. What had been considered a good fortune was now a death sentence.

At this point, Bai Lin couldn't help but grit her teeth at the precarious situation before her. Her opponent had been playing their cards on their own until now, and the chances of a tie seemed slim. Her two exposed kangs would surely become a stumbling block.

Bai Lin glared at her opponent with gritted teeth, dismantling her five-pair hand to form a six-pair Kan Zhang. This was another one of her single-hang draws. Every time she single-hanged, all hope of a winning hand was sealed. She couldn't understand why she had gradually reached this point.

But Bai Lin still remembered the lesson he'd learned from the previous round at Dongfeng Field. No matter how complex the situation seemed, there was only one thing he needed to do. If he couldn't defend against Smoo, he would have to be one step ahead of her. If Smoo won this round again, the point difference would widen further, and he might even be in a 1-1 deficit.

Only by knocking down this extra five cakes can there be a chance of victory. This game must be fought for.

Five cakes, a win. Bai Lin once again began her single-handed hand, waiting for a self-draw. Although she didn't win after a few rounds, she surprisingly landed a four-cake hand. She then proceeded to cut out seven cakes, turning the hand into a two-sided draw, and her chances of winning increased dramatically.

The pressure on the demons was really growing... In the previous rounds, they'd been able to get some hits from Bai Lin, but in the previous round, they'd put all their energy into it and barely lost. This time, even under these circumstances, they couldn't kill Bai Lin's hopes of a draw. Was there really nothing they could do?

Kronos sat outside the arena, thinking this. Even Bai Lin had already sensed the bluffing of Huang Shen and Smo. Their tactics were clearly about to be exposed. But at this moment, Smo moved again. She drew her cards, but instead of cutting them directly, she spoke to Bai Lin,

"Holy Son, there's no need to blame yourself. It's perfectly normal for you not to understand astrologers' behavior; that's just how they've always lived. They see through everything, but can only present it in an abstract way. The fact that she believes in you is a testament to your unique charm."

"You must be wondering why I told you this, right? Looking at your expression, I can guess. The reason is actually very simple."

As Smo looked at Bai Lin, whose eyes were fixed on him with genuine confusion because of his uneasy mood, a smile that had never appeared before appeared on his lips. It was a smile that belonged to the devil, a sweet and sinister gesture that made one's heart tremble with a sense of cunning. Smo's tone also became delicate, and she slowly said,

"Because I want you to understand her. The poet herself can't actually see the future of this competition, perhaps only a vague glimpse. That's why you're stuck in this situation. Everything seems to be under her control, but it doesn't feel natural."

"She is now truly facing the threat of death. She is not an invincible prophet, and her grasp of the game is no more profound than yours. The poet right now is even more vulnerable than you think."

As soon as Simo finished speaking, Huang Shen immediately continued with a smile, she said,

"That's right. If your soul is drained, you will die even if you are the Son of God, right? But this world still needs you, so I have already finalized some of the terms in the agreement. If you fail, the poet will only have to offer his soul first, and you will be contracted with your soul. It will only make you an eternal slave, and it will not be fatal. Only when your soul is drained will we take it away directly and let the poet and you exchange punishment. Think about it, being a slave of me and Smo is not bad, it's not a bad thing! So you can fight with confidence, but the poet, you are unsure."

The voices of the god and the demon were indistinguishable to Bai Lin. Their words were like shrieks, piercing Bai Lin's brain. "The poet and she are no different at the card table," "Only the poet bears the pressure of death," such words undoubtedly further destroyed the defenses in her heart. But even such words could not crush Bai Lin. She looked at the poet beside her, with a last glimmer of hope, and asked,

"Is this... true, poet? You really can't see?"

After hearing these abrupt and strange words, Bai Lin's voice seemed to have been slightly impacted, and her tone became a little more empty.

The poet still didn't glance at Bai Lin. She remained silent, not saying a word, and it was unclear what she was trying to say.

After a long moment, Bai Lin sighed deeply. She covered her face with her hands again, rubbing them vigorously. When her hands moved away, the expression revealed was more than just a matter of "losing composure."

Those golden eyes froze, looking slightly dull, their radiance extinguished. Their former aura was replaced by something more silent, yet also more chaotic. For a moment, countless images seemed to flash before her eyes, and finally, they shifted once more, locking onto the other side of the card table. That is, onto Smough.

Chapter 856: Malice Emerges

The corners of Bai Lin's mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible arc... or perhaps it simply twitched. The faint smile faded from her face in an instant. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and glared fiercely at Smo, who sat across from her. Then, she grabbed a card from her hand and threw it into the river of cards in front of her.

That was a hidden card he had just drawn. In the current situation, he had just switched to a draw position, while his opponent was clearly in a draw position. He had absolutely no advantage. Normally, Bai Lin would have wanted to switch to defense. After all, Smo was incredibly unpredictable. Not leading the opponent was the same as falling behind. In such a situation, switching to defense was the only reasonable way to cut losses. The poet was already in danger; he had to remain steady to have the last laugh.

But now, just like the hidden card that was played, her face was filled with gloom. No one could tell what caused her sudden move. Only Smoo clasped his hands indifferently, then casually threw out a copper coin worth a soul point and said,

"I want to reveal..."

"refute!"

Bai Lin immediately interrupted the other party's speech without any hesitation. And Si Mo did not say much, but said with a slight praise on his face,

"As expected of the Holy Son, you're making such a bold move. Do you really believe in this? Can you win this round?"

Bai Lin remained silent, not answering the other party's question. The game continued amidst this strange and solemn atmosphere. The oppressive atmosphere not only affected Bai Lin but also spread to the entire venue.

Kronos's eyes were dazed. Because Smoo was holding another single-hanging hand. She had executed a trick on the river, and once Bai Lin's safety cards were exhausted, this card would accurately capture the opponent's winning hand once again.

So why would he say such words at this time, causing Bai Lin's temperament to change drastically and to act completely illogically?

Seeing the situation gradually tilting towards Bai Lin, and thinking of the previous words of the God of Wilderness, Kronos instantly understood everything.

The reason was too simple. Simo and Huang Shen were already showing signs of being unable to stop Bai Lin. If this continued, the outcome would be uncertain, and they might even lose to Bai Lin.

Yet, victory was within their grasp. The poet's life was clearly in danger, and a single direct strike would secure it. Bai Lin, standing firmly in front of the poet, was afraid that a single mistake would expose his already desperate teammate, so Smo chose the path of a single, decisive blow.

Informing Bai Lin of the poet's message was undoubtedly a profound blow to her heart. She was no longer the Saint Child who, with a point advantage, could sacrifice some of her own interests to protect her reliable teammates. She was the Bai Lin who had been forced into a corner, her teammates far more vulnerable than she could imagine.

Such an action would inevitably cause Bai Lin's heart to undergo even more drastic changes. Her desire to kill Si Mo would be pushed to its limit. She would swallow her fear and secretly harbor a rage that burned like a flame. Because at this moment, she didn't want to wait even a second longer, and she couldn't wait any longer. She had to use her full strength to kill the enemy, so as to create a little more chance for her teammates to survive.

This was her usual style. That's why she could always maintain rationality in battle while performing seemingly crazy actions. Even when it came to Fei'er, she only let out her emotions without reservation after everything was over.

At this moment, Bai Lin had one and only one goal in mind: to kill Simo and completely destroy any possibility of victory. Therefore, she would play her hidden cards without hesitation and hold onto them. "You want to put pressure on me? I'll just bet more." What's the point of one-fifth of a soul? Even if it means 100% annihilation, my goal is crystal clear.

But it was precisely this desperate, extreme rationality that became the perfect corner for Smo and the others to pry open. There were still many rounds left. As long as they could withstand Bai Lin's pressure, they could seize the opportunity to kill the poet. In the first few rounds, the two of them seemed to be exploiting the poet's condition to target Bai Lin, creating a good smokescreen. They wanted to strike suddenly at the moment when Bai Lin's killing intent was at its peak, decapitating the poet.

But...is it really that easy to withstand the pressure from Bai Lin?

By this time, nearing the end of the round, Smo discarded her own waiting cards, returning the few remaining cards in front of her to a scattered state. Then, she immediately took the next card played by the God of Wilderness, placing the solitary card in front of her. This wasn't the first time such a situation had occurred, but this time, she did it simply to prevent Bai Lin from drawing the next card.

The location of the seabed could no longer be transmitted to Bai Lin. The final card was played by the God of Wilderness, and thus ended the final tour. But Kronos knew that this was only the beginning. From now on, they would face Bai Lin's purest killing will. Even if the points on the field did not accumulate to four, there was absolutely no room for slackness.

When a besieged army has left a gap, do not press the desperate enemy. There might be such a gap before us, but this gap is no different from a life-and-death struggle. And someone like Bai Lin will inevitably unleash her even greater power. All of this, too, slowly began to unfold from the draw of the cards in the East Third Bureau...

When Bai Lin's hand rested on the card mountain, everyone present felt a strange sensation, as if they were falling into an icy abode. It was as if a venomous snake had emerged from the darkness, or a hungry wolf had gnawed its fangs. It was as if a stronger will, an indistinguishable, endlessly malicious figure, trembled slightly.

The first four cards were four character cards. While there were some paired character cards, the sheer variety made it a poor draw. Looking at Smoo, he'd drawn four 1-9 cards, a complete mess. But as this scene unfolded, Kronos's gaze became even more intensely focused on Bai Lin.

In the second round of card drawing, Bai Lin was still dealt four cards. Suddenly, three of the character cards had become pairs, and the dangerous aura of this deck gradually became apparent. This was eight character cards.

Chapter 857: Definitely Win

The corners of Bai Lin's mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible arc... or perhaps it simply twitched. The faint smile faded from her face in an instant. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and glared fiercely at Smo, who sat across from her. Then, she grabbed a card from her hand and threw it into the river of cards in front of her.

That was a hidden card he had just drawn. In the current situation, he had just switched to a draw position, while his opponent was clearly in a draw position. He had absolutely no advantage. Normally, Bai Lin would have wanted to switch to defense. After all, Smo was incredibly unpredictable. Not leading the opponent was the same as falling behind. In such a situation, switching to defense was the only reasonable way to cut losses. The poet was already in danger; he had to remain steady to have the last laugh.

But now, just like the hidden card that was played, her face was filled with gloom. No one could tell what caused her sudden move. Only Smoo clasped his hands indifferently, then casually threw out a copper coin worth a soul point and said,

"I want to reveal..."

"refute!"

Bai Lin immediately interrupted the other party's speech without any hesitation. And Si Mo did not say much, but said with a slight praise on his face,

"As expected of the Holy Son, you're making such a bold move. Do you really believe in this? Can you win this round?"

Bai Lin remained silent, not answering the other party's question. The game continued amidst this strange and solemn atmosphere. The oppressive atmosphere not only affected Bai Lin but also spread to the entire venue.

Kronos's eyes were dazed. Because Smoo was holding another single-hanging hand. She had executed a trick on the river, and once Bai Lin's safety cards were exhausted, this card would accurately capture the opponent's winning hand once again.

So why would he say such words at this time, causing Bai Lin's temperament to change drastically and to act completely illogically?

Seeing the situation gradually tilting towards Bai Lin, and thinking of the previous words of the God of Wilderness, Kronos instantly understood everything.

The reason was too simple. Simo and Huang Shen were already showing signs of being unable to stop Bai Lin. If this continued, the outcome would be uncertain, and they might even lose to Bai Lin.

Yet, victory was within their grasp. The poet's life was clearly in danger, and a single direct strike would secure it. Bai Lin, standing firmly in front of the poet, was afraid that a single mistake would expose his already desperate teammate, so Smo chose the path of a single, decisive blow.

Informing Bai Lin of the poet's message was undoubtedly a profound blow to her heart. She was no longer the Saint Child who, with a point advantage, could sacrifice some of her own interests to protect her reliable teammates. She was the Bai Lin who had been forced into a corner, her teammates far more vulnerable than she could imagine.

Such an action would inevitably cause Bai Lin's heart to undergo even more drastic changes. Her desire to kill Si Mo would be pushed to its limit. She would swallow her fear and secretly harbor a rage that burned like a flame. Because at this moment, she didn't want to wait even a second longer, and she couldn't wait any longer. She had to use her full strength to kill the enemy, so as to create a little more chance for her teammates to survive.

This was her usual style. That's why she could always maintain rationality in battle while performing seemingly crazy actions. Even when it came to Fei'er, she only let out her emotions without reservation after everything was over.

At this moment, Bai Lin had one and only one goal in mind: to kill Simo and completely destroy any possibility of victory. Therefore, she would play her hidden cards without hesitation and hold onto them. "You want to put pressure on me? I'll just bet more." What's the point of one-fifth of a soul? Even if it means 100% annihilation, my goal is crystal clear.

But it was precisely this desperate, extreme rationality that became the perfect corner for Smo and the others to pry open. There were still many rounds left. As long as they could withstand Bai Lin's pressure, they could seize the opportunity to kill the poet. In the first few rounds, the two of them seemed to be exploiting the poet's condition to target Bai Lin, creating a good smokescreen. They wanted to strike suddenly at the moment when Bai Lin's killing intent was at its peak, decapitating the poet.

But...is it really that easy to withstand the pressure from Bai Lin?

By this time, nearing the end of the round, Smo discarded her own waiting cards, returning the few remaining cards in front of her to a scattered state. Then, she immediately took the next card played by the God of Wilderness, placing the solitary card in front of her. This wasn't the first time such a situation had occurred, but this time, she did it simply to prevent Bai Lin from drawing the next card.

The location of the seabed could no longer be transmitted to Bai Lin. The final card was played by the God of Wilderness, and thus ended the final tour. But Kronos knew that this was only the beginning. From now on, they would face Bai Lin's purest killing will. Even if the points on the field did not accumulate to four, there was absolutely no room for slackness.

When a besieged army has left a gap, do not press the desperate enemy. There might be such a gap before us, but this gap is no different from a life-and-death struggle. And someone like Bai Lin will inevitably unleash her even greater power. All of this, too, slowly began to unfold from the draw of the cards in the East Third Bureau...

When Bai Lin's hand rested on the card mountain, everyone present felt a strange sensation, as if they were falling into an icy abode. It was as if a venomous snake had emerged from the darkness, or a hungry wolf had gnawed its fangs. It was as if a stronger will, an indistinguishable, endlessly malicious figure, trembled slightly.

The first four cards were four character cards. While there were some paired character cards, the sheer variety made it a poor draw. Looking at Smoo, he'd drawn four 1-9 cards, a complete mess. But as this scene unfolded, Kronos's gaze became even more intensely focused on Bai Lin.

In the second round of card drawing, Bai Lin was still dealt four cards. Suddenly, three of the character cards had become pairs, and the dangerous aura of this deck gradually became apparent. This was eight character cards.