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

Smo ate it immediately, not letting go of any act of oppression towards Bai Lin, and the cards she withdrew were also knocked down by the God of Wilderness, sending the opportunity to play cards back to Bai Lin.

"eat."

The long-silent poet spoke up, once again changing the order of her draw. The three cakes that would have been a stumbling block for Bai Lin now fell into her hands. In this match, resolving Bai Lin's crisis was her greatest effort.

The tension was already high from the morning round, a constant theme that seemed to define the showdown from dawn to dusk. But as luck would have it, Smoo had actually drawn a hand herself. She had a perfect three-handed hand of 369, and she had actually drawn it.

Chapter 869: Wandering on the Edge

But she actually discarded her winning hand directly. This action was even more insane than giving up her winning hand and waiting for Bai Lin to make a move. You know, this way, the God of Wilderness would have no more cards to give away. She kept three pieces and gave away the remaining seven pieces, forming a one-three pair. Since three pieces were already empty, all that was left was one piece.

By this point, Kronos was already somewhat paralyzed. Everyone on the field was doing something incomprehensible. Perhaps only those in the middle of the game could grasp the dynamics of every action, then manipulate the flow of events in their own way.

After another two rounds, the murderous aura gradually emerged. Bai Lin's hand had completed the Nine Lotus Treasure Lantern, but what she lacked was the discarded fifty thousand. At this time, one fifty thousand was in Si Mo's hand, and the remaining two were missing. What was left was two cards, one dark and one bright.

"It's just like that time. You should have known long ago that I would be able to touch it. This was all within your calculations. And you must have also figured out how to do it."

Bai Lin muttered to himself, not looking at anyone, just concentrating on the card game, but his words were like sharp edges, finding the right place.

Small did not respond. She calmly cut out a card and then placed her hand casually on the table, as if waiting for something.

At this moment, the God of Wilderness made a move. She smiled slightly and threw out a hidden card in a deliberate manner. Facing this card, the poet's expression changed slightly. She was not sure whether the card was the hidden card of 50,000, but at present, Smo had changed the cards. Taking advantage of the fact that the God of Wilderness had not touched the cards that could give up the cards, revealing the hidden cards was definitely a reasonable way of attacking.

But Bai Lin just shook his head before the poet even opened his mouth, and it was unclear whether he was denying it or expressing something else. About five seconds later, Simo slowly spoke,

"Reveal the hidden card."

"Revelation is forbidden."

The flaws of Huang Shen and Smo were instantly exposed. They were clearly confident enough to pull off their winning hand, which was why they acted this way. Although they had used their bluff countless times, they all knew that Bai Lin would not be intimidated at this moment and would never make a move without a purpose.

The answer was just as Bai Lin expected. When she withdrew from Xifeng, the God of Wilderness ate it instantly, smiled slightly, and then praised her.

"You've attacked me to the point where I have no way to retreat, Holy Son."

"I wouldn't be happy if you said that. Go on."

Facing Bai Lin's perfunctory response, Huang Shen slapped the cards in her hand heavily, and then arranged a row of hidden kongs. She naturally grabbed the one that seemed to have been targeted by her from the ridge cards, and then sent it out. And Smo also put down his cards.

"South, mixed color, 6000."

The scenario was similar to the previous one, with Smo displaying her unwavering attitude in the face of Bai Lin's rejection. She seemed to emphasize that Bai Lin's decision was wrong. As Smo had said, Bai Lin was no transcendent genius, and good fortune was only relative; he couldn't maintain his high profile forever. Everything had actually been planned according to Smo's budget.

But Bai Lin didn't show any regrets; she even threw herself into the next round without hesitation. Facing such a crucial round as the Nan San round, she didn't even frown at being dealt a poor hand. She simply handled her cards normally.

After three rounds, the undercurrent of the battle between morning and evening once again overturned the scene of Pinghe. Suddenly, the poet sitting in the lower room murmured,

"Hidden bar."

Yes, the poet had made her move. If Bai Lin needed time to find an opportunity, then she would use everything she had to secure it for him. She had pinned her hidden kong of nine suo on the river, discarding the extra eight suo in a completely counter-productive play. No one seemed to know what she had in mind.

It wasn't until Bai Lin presented a ten-thousand card that the poet directly made a kang, his desire for a three-kang gradually becoming apparent. But judging by the current situation, even if the poet managed to secure such a hand, the impact on the situation would be minimal. At most, he could just get through the round and find peace. The focus remained on Bai Lin and Si Mo.

Just as Kronos was thinking this, Smo suddenly stepped up his game. He abandoned the possibility of a Riichi move and took the poet's withdrawal of 50,000. He switched from a Riichi-cut to a simple one-cut attack.

This behavior was understandable. Smo's Soul Points were already higher than Bai Lin's, so reducing the number of games while simultaneously increasing his own Soul Points was a wise choice. However, a hint of anxiety inexplicably caught Chronos's eye along with this action. As he shifted his gaze towards the God of Desolation, the strange feeling gradually intensified, surfacing.

Logically speaking, even with two decks of reveal, Smough would still be in a two-way waiting position, while the cards on the Aragami side are clearly more suitable for a quick attack with two decks of reveal. There's a blank card that can be touched, and there's also the option of discarding two blank cards to create a broken one. So, why not do this?

The reason is simple. The poet's cards are aimed directly at the God of Wilderness.

The current situation seemed clear, with Bai Lin and Si Mo facing off. However, in reality, Huang Shen had already given away three soul points in the previous round, and had spent one on a slacking attack in the round before that, so her current score was unclear.

If the poet successfully kills the God of Wilderness at this point, taking her few remaining points, then on the one hand, the poet can pay her own seat bonus at the end of the game, reducing Bai Lin's burden. On the other hand, in the next round, Smo will no longer be able to let the God of Wilderness take advantage of her. Because even if she wins, she still needs to pay the field tribute to the God of Wilderness, and cannot defeat Bai Lin, who has received the seat bonus.

At this moment, the poet, with his three bars always listening and the single-riding listening that he could change at any time, made it impossible for the wild god to make any rash moves. Seeing this scene, Miyu couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart that the poet's attack was so timely at this moment.

When it was Bai Lin's turn to draw cards, the moment she played the cards in her hand, Simo immediately revealed his side again, not wanting to give the poet any chance to draw any cards. Bai Lin, on the other hand, chuckled and directly drew the discarded card Simo had thrown.

You have to know that Bai Lin's side has no hand. The cards are scattered, and taking Fu Lu is almost equivalent to giving up the hand.

Chapter 870 Just right

"You clearly know, Holy Son, this is wrong. You are the one with the highest hopes, yet you abandon your own offensive and instead lend a helping hand to your guiding companions? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

Si Mo, he started to stab. Bai Lin shook his head and responded lightly,

"There's no such thing as putting the cart before the horse. I've come this far thanks to the support and attention of my companions. As for being called the Son of God or a hero, I've never considered that these honors and achievements are solely my responsibility."

"Seeing them act recklessly makes me nervous, but if they just want to fight back, I'll definitely support them with all my strength. After all—I'm an immortal hero, so risking my life to protect them isn't a big deal."

Bai Lin's tone was very relaxed, as if she still didn't think she would die in this situation, and she had never thought about failing or giving Si Mo a chance. Si Mo was silent for a while, then replied,

"Aren't you afraid? Did I ask you to give up the winning hand on purpose?"

"Then you're really wasting your time. I'm not a berserker who attacks to death all the time. I just have more opportunities to attack, so it looks more frantic. If you don't do this, I might create opportunities for her to draw cards."

Bai Lin smiled lightly, her eyes blurring with weakness, yet a glint of light still lingered. She looked at the poet, and, as she had expected, he embodied the image Bai Lin had come to trust. She placed the card back on the table, and three more cards fell before her. She skillfully flipped a card over and pushed it to the corner.

After that, the exciting Ridge Cards event arrived, leaving both Smo and Huang Shen frozen in thought. Fortunately, the poet wasn't a player with the same luck as Bai Lin, so she ultimately couldn't go straight to the Ridge. She withdrew a card and directly raised the blank board.

Now the battle was truly intense. If the God of Wilderness couldn't draw a blank, the two blanks in his hand would become a stumbling block. The poet, on the other hand, could only rely on self-draws, making it nearly impossible for his opponent to give up.

In previous rounds, this situation wouldn't have been so bad, but now, Bai Lin's offensive hopes rested entirely on the poet. Simply tying them up would be meaningless. While Smoo might seem to have more side effects, they actually had a real offensive potential, unlike Bai Lin.

But when Kronos looked up, he saw that the solemnity on Smo's face hadn't lessened in the slightest, nor had Bai Lin's relaxed expression. The situation became even more confusing, leaving him completely bewildered.

When the poet retired his cards, Bai Lin touched the 19th, blocking his own chance of winning, just so the poet could draw another.

Should I draw by myself? But drawing by myself doesn't have that kind of strategic significance. If I just reduce the burden on Bai Lin, the next round will still be a crucial opportunity. But winning is better than being outplayed by the opponent...

But the poet and Bai Lin didn't show any intention of trying to find a way to retreat, as if this was a natural tactic. Could there be some hidden secret?

The poet's three consecutive hits didn't create any valuable cards for her. What she needed was not infinitely powerful luck, but a key blow. Finally, with Bai Lin's help, she successfully completed the self-draw. She just turned the cards over and said,

"Three bars, 2 times, 3600, 1800."

3600, 1800? ?

A total of 7200 points, but only 2 points? Kronos took a closer look and finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that the poet's Kongs were all Yao Jiu Kongs, two hidden and one visible, and the last card was a single rider to listen, which directly jumped to the highest symbol number of the two fan - 110 symbols, so he could get a high point of 7200. This was obviously not just a bonus of luck, but a deliberate move.

But as it stands now, these 3600 and 1800 are just a tiny difference of 1800 between Bai Lin and Smolar. It doesn't mean much at all. What does this mean?

Just when Kronos was confused, Bai Lin spoke. She looked at Smo and said slowly,

"I don't need my teammates to win for me. We just need to do what we can do. That's how I got to where I am today. This is the perfect situation for me to fight you."

A decisive battle? Exactly, what are they talking about?

The two people off the court were confused, but everyone on the court seemed to be taking it seriously. Smo looked at the cards in front of him, his mind slightly moved, and then he slowly replied,

"It's really troublesome... but I do miss it a little bit, this kind of situation where you can't control the outcome."

At that moment, Si Mo seemed to recall a bet she'd lost in the distant past. She didn't know when fate had veered from her predetermined course. Was it when Bai Lin abandoned her soul? Or when the poet calmed her heart? Or was it her every action that had led her to this point?

She reached out to grab the quicksand, but the harder she tried, the faster it slipped away. It had been a long time since she'd felt this way.

How disgusting, she thought.

Yet, there wasn't a trace of disgust in her eyes. Instead, a sense of nostalgia gradually settled, making her eyes even brighter than before. She didn't curse the God of Desolation for infecting her with bad habits, but instead embraced the unprecedented excitement and passion surging within her.

"But as I said before, no matter what, I will only do everything I can to make this bet with you."

As the words passed, the faint light waves emanating from the surroundings, the chaotic sedimentation, gradually blended together. Breath, spirit, thought, guidance, morning and evening descended with them, enveloping everything.

The four people at the table each held their own goals, and speculated about each other's goals. They all had a clear path before them. But could those who had confidently crossed the dawn and dusk truly seize that glimmer of opportunity?

Probably no one knows the answer.

The situation in the South Fourth Round was different from the previous one, yet also somewhat similar. From the very beginning, the battle had already begun. On Smo's side, the first four cards he drew were four different types of 1 and 9 tiles. This wasn't a good sign, but Smo's expression remained unchanged.

Bai Lin's situation, however, seemed to have run out of luck, becoming uncertain. She drew a middle card, three side cards, and a character card. The luck that had brought her back to the Great Seven Stars seemed to be gradually being devoured by the devil, and she simply watched Si Mo quietly.

Chapter 871 A bit unlucky

With the next four cards, Smoo's momentum subsided, and she slowly raised her hand, as if the cards were extremely heavy. She drew four different 1-9 cards. The situation seemed to have settled, and Kronos's attention was immediately drawn to them.

This was clearly the hand of the Guoshi. Could it be that luck was no longer with Bai Lin, but with Smo? If the next draw was the same, Smo would have the best start, and could end the game with a full-time position.

Looking at Bai Lin's side, the situation remained unclear. The cards were scattered, the only noteworthy thing being a pair of two characters. At least, this limited Guo Shi's chances of winning. But Nan Sijue had to push hard on the offensive, otherwise Bai Lin wouldn't be able to secure victory. It was a truly dire situation.

Kronos looked at the poet. His hand was slightly better than Bai Lin's, but still far from comparable to Guo Shi's. To win, he could only hope for Smo's next draw, saving him two 19s.

But often, the more we need hope, the more hopeless reality becomes. The next cards Small drew were four more 1s and 9s, with only one repeated blank pair and nothing else. It looked like a sure win. If the last card was still valid, it would be a sure win.

Now, Bai Lin's situation was truly bleak. Even after Bai Lin drew the remaining four cards, the situation didn't improve at all. Seeing this, Kronos couldn't help but shake his head. He had thought this might be the ultimate showdown, but the outcome seemed predetermined. The gap was simply too great.

The last card was taken into the hand of Smo. Bai Lin, who was sitting opposite, also held his last card and replied to Smo calmly,

"Just as expected, you touched it, right?"

"Ah."

Simo did not hide anything and answered in a deep voice. Bai Lin, as if it was natural, said something that made Kronos feel incredible.

"Look up and devour the sky; look down and devour the earth. I don't need such infinitely expanding luck and power. I just need to be able to achieve my goals. Just like now, my chance lies in my luck surpassing yours. That is enough."

Leaving aside the first half of the sentence, Bai Lin's luck is supposed to surpass Smo? What kind of joke is this? Yakuman's Tenting, how dare you say that? Could it be that Bai Lin didn't see through it at all and was just pretending?

No, it wasn't like that. Even Kronos could clearly perceive all of this. He felt a sudden sharp pain at the back of his neck, drawing his gaze to the scoreboard to the side. The answer to everything was officially revealed before his eyes.

This was why the poet's self-drawn 7200 points in the previous round had shocked Small so much. Everything suddenly became clear.

Currently, Smo's soul points were 14, while Bai Lin's were 13. Originally, if she won a self-draw, Bai Lin wouldn't be able to beat Smo, even if she received a bonus. She would still have to give the poet some space. Furthermore, her single point position seemed unassailable, but it was as fragile as paper against a rare miracle like Yiman. If she won a self-draw, the 40,000-point gap would be completely erased. In that case, Bai Lin, having lost a single point, would be doomed.

But now, things were different. The poet's self-draw not only relieved Bai Lin of his burden, but also, through a 1800-point spread, widened the gap between Bai Lin and Si Mo to 40,000. A perfect 40,000. The next player to catch up would be unable to shake the previous one's position. Bai Lin would maintain his one-point advantage and secure the final victory.

In other words, even if he wins this hand, Smo cannot win. The once sharp-edged Tianting Guoshi now only has Tianhe, Zhenting Thirteenth Side, or simply being shot at, making the dangerous path even more difficult to achieve.

If there had been a discrepancy of even a thousand points in this game, if the poet had been missing even ten symbols in the previous round, the current situation wouldn't have been so complicated. The ultimate decisive battle between dawn and dusk, through a process that was unclear whether it could be considered coincidence or inevitable, had led to the current situation.

Faced with all this, Kronos was at a loss for words to express his overwhelming emotions. At this point in the game, any comment on his part was superfluous. He felt like someone who had reached the summit of a mountain, having endured countless hardships and felt like they had the world at their feet, only to realize, at this moment, their own insignificance and ignorance.

Now, it can only feel this game.

Even with everything already at this point, Bai Lin still had to attack to win. Defending to the end was impossible, and thirteen sides wasn't completely impossible. In this situation, everyone was under pressure to attack, especially the two players who were directly facing off and bearing the points.

Of course, Kronos wasn't the only one who understood all of this. The desire to attack spread unspokenly.

The God of the Wilds, in the Banker position, drew two cards. Unfortunately, among her 14 cards, there was no Zephyr that could release Gunsmo, otherwise it would have killed the game.

Four people, fighting for the West Wind. If they failed to draw the West Wind and failed to form a natural harmony with their opponent's cards, then this seemingly murderous national warrior was nothing more than a paper tiger.

As luck would have it, Bai Lin's hand contained a West card. The value of an unpaired card was truly disappointing. If Bai Lin didn't discard it, it would be difficult for him to win. No matter how he looked at it, that card was a striking and unparalleled bond, drawing Bai Lin's hand to the West Wind.

Then, she actually treated it as a treasure, gently stroked the Xifeng, and muttered to herself,

"A card as unlucky as Xi, Guixi, actually has a good compatibility with someone like me who's not afraid of death. You're listening to this one, Smoo."

Si Mo did not deny it and nodded. She understood that there was no point in covering it up.

"You are quite frank, and I am very grateful to you. If you put it that way, it will surely be a lucky card for me."

Bai Lin, half-asked by a hint, half-joking, frivolously moved her finger to the middle card, unexpectedly dismantling the five-six-sou pair and throwing out the six-sou. Was she giving up on her draw? In a situation like this? Or perhaps, perhaps, switching to a full-lead hand, which would be too ineffective.

Such behavior is really puzzling.

Chapter 872: The decisive blow, Xifeng!

When the poet withdrew the three cards, Bai Lin immediately ate the card, as if confirming Kronos's conjecture. Bai Lin was calm and composed, one hand holding the cards, the other on the table. Her unsteady figure displayed an arrogant posture like a statue of a god. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, and her face was no longer smiling.

"Having said that...if you were to touch it, it wouldn't be a good thing. So, I'm really going to have to put in some effort."

Then, Bai Lin also threw out the 5s.

"Bang."

The poet threw out three cards and picked up the 5s. The card she picked up happened to be the West Wind. She lived up to Bai Lin's expectations and once again eliminated some of Smo's possibilities of winning. Smo sighed slightly and replied,

"You really don't give us a chance, Holy Son. As for my luck, the fact that I was able to get this deck of cards was due to the atmosphere during the final battle. As for Tianhe, I might not have such magnanimity. However, this is the right thing to do. If you can stop it, why gamble that the other party won't be able to touch it?"

"I don't think the same as you, Small, but I've thought about it and I think this is the right thing to do. But there's still a chance. Go ahead and try to kill me."

Bai Lin's cold and peaceful request to kill made people feel strangely creepy. Si Mo rarely smiled and replied,

"Yeah, that's something you would say."

As she spoke, she reached out toward the pile of cards. As the cards left the pile, the image of the hidden card emerged, and the final west wind was a hidden card. Suddenly, the world darkened like that hidden card, as if it, when placed alongside the remaining thirteen, would bring both dawn and dusk to a starless slumber.

One second, two seconds passed, but Smoo didn't drop the card, which meant it wasn't a West Wind. The possibility of Guo Shi being halfway there was over, and Kronos couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Smoo left the hidden card behind and retired a blank. This didn't mean she had changed her draw; after all, Guo Shi had twelve changeable Sparrow Head cards. The hidden threat of Xifeng still existed.

The God of Wilderness drew a middle card, while Bai Lin took a South Wind. The poet's open kang, 5s, left him with almost no chance of a draw, and the round went by uneventfully. With this, Smoo only needed to single-handedly hang the West Wind to completely shut down Bai Lin's attack, creating an opening for the God of Wilderness. The nationalist's intimidation remained strong.

At this time, Smo drew another hidden card. She threw it out, waited for two seconds, and asked,