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"Leorio felt a sense of unease as Leit spoke with a confident tone and a slight smile, saying, 'Shouldn't be a problem, right? The amount of the bet is up to the gambler. And you can rest assured, even if you lose, you'll only lose the equivalent of 10 hours of betting.' Her gaze seemed to have already seen through everything.
Leorio couldn't help but furrow his brow and silently thought, 'Does this guy have some special confidence in playing rock-paper-scissors?'."
At this moment, Chi had her hands crossed in front of her chest, recalling a scene she had seen in a comic. She remembered that Leorio and the psychiatrist Leilud were initially evenly matched, but in the second round, Leorio lost. Her fingers lightly pinched the Nen ability line closely attached to Leorio's right hand, ready to act at any moment.
Deep down, Leilud thought to himself, "My expression may seem confident, but in reality, I have no confidence at all! This is a psychological battle set up to deceive the other party and lead them into hesitation."
She immediately calmed her emotions and thought to herself:
"Rock-paper-scissors is actually a struggle of probability and psychology. From a purely probabilistic perspective, the chance of losing is only one-third. The remaining two-thirds are winning or tying."
"In other words, there is almost a 70% chance of not losing. Coupled with some statistical and psychological analysis, generally speaking, people most commonly throw scissors in the first round. So, as long as you throw rock, the chances of winning or tying will increase."
As the words were not finished, both of them made their move at the same time: "Scissors, rock, paper."
Leorio and Leiroute both played rock in the first round, resulting in a tie.
Leiroute felt relieved: "Phew, just as I expected."
Leorio was thinking, "She didn't pull out the scissors. What will happen next? Will she make an unexpected move, or is she deliberately trying to lure me in?"
Leorio tilted his head slightly, with a confident smile on his face, thinking to himself, "For someone like Leorio who is indecisive and hesitant, they usually choose to stabilize their unsettled mind by either choosing the same fist as before, or by throwing an even stronger one than before."
Chi stared intently at Leorio, her fingertips trembling slightly, sensing that Leorio was about to throw a rock. In that case, Leorio should throw paper. This was the best opportunity to regain control of Leorio's arm.
Just then, both Leorio and Leorio were ready and began to throw their punches: "Scissors, rock, ..."
Chi immediately used Nen to tightly contract the thread of Nen ability.
The result was unexpected for everyone, Leorio threw out scissors, while Leoreo indeed threw out paper.
Leite's expression stiffened instantly as she lost 80 hours' worth of gambling money.
In contrast, Leorio went from having only 10 hours' worth of gambling money to suddenly having 100 hours' worth. He was jubilant, exuding an air of victory all over his body.
As a result, the outcome is decided, Leorio has won this match. Gon's team has also achieved three victories and successfully passed the level.
Lei Lu widened her eyes and had an incredulous expression on her face. She could hardly believe that she had just lost so much money in gambling.
She stared at Leorio and thought to herself, "What is going on? Is this guy just lucky? Could he really have seen through me?"
Leorio looked at Leit with a happy mood, his mouth slightly upturned, thinking, "Great, it's an unexpected victory."
"How...how did you do it?" Leit showed some surprise and unwillingness, his voice trembling.
"Maybe it's intuition, maybe it's luck." Leorio responded calmly, his gaze firm, as if everything was within his expectations.
Leiroute thought to himself, "Is this guy just lucky, or does he have some hidden means?"
Leorio felt a warm sensation flowing through his fingers, faintly and vaguely, he felt that it should be Chi's Nen ability. He couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart, thinking, "It's really great to have Chi around."
"It looks like I've lost, this time you've won, I admit defeat." Leorio finally sighed, looking somewhat dejected.
"Thank you, but I have to say, this gambling showdown has taught me a lot," Leorio said in a calm tone, meeting Leiroute's gaze with respect and seriousness.
Leiroute smiled slightly, this time with a hint of self-deprecation, but also with a touch of agreement. "You're right. I look forward to you delving deeper into psychology in the future."
"I can do it," Leorio replied with a smile.
Chi breathed a sigh of relief on the side, looking at Leorio and thinking, "Thank goodness it's all over, no time was wasted."
Just now, the intense match has just ended, and the atmosphere has not completely dispersed. A restless prisoner suddenly stepped forward. He walked to the center of the arena, hands on hips, with a challenging and defiant look in his eyes.
He said loudly with a rough and challenging voice, "I haven't lost yet, I refuse! You still have time, right? You wouldn't even have the courage to compete with me, would you?"
A cold warning came from the camera, " Johness prisoner, please follow the rules, or your sentence will be increased."
Prisoner Johness listened and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. He seemed to not care at all: "It doesn't matter, anyway I've already been sentenced to over nine hundred years, I'm not interested in parole or anything like that."
Leorio suddenly broke the tense atmosphere, his eyes became particularly serious: "He is..."
Gon felt curious and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Leorio? Do you know that guy?"
Leorio took a deep breath and turned to look at Killua, his voice filled with concern. " Killua, we've already won. There's no need to fight him anymore." His hands trembled slightly, as if deep inside, he felt extremely uneasy about this sudden appearance of the prisoner.
At this moment, the entire arena becomes unusually quiet.
This chilling prisoner is named " Johness," specializing in the horrifying act of dismemberment, making him the most bloodthirsty and pathological killer in the history of Sabastian crime.
This man's values are extremely distorted, with an almost fanatical preference for blood and violence.
He shows no mercy, targeting individuals from various social classes and age groups. Regardless of gender or age, at least 146 people have suffered cruel abuse at his hands, being mercilessly dismembered into pieces of flesh.
Even more unacceptable is that among these poor victims, some were dismembered into thousands of pieces of flesh, and some parts of their bodies were even taken away by him, while the rest of the bodies were left at the crime scene.
One of the most shocking cases is that of an 11-year-old boy, whose internal organs were removed while he was still alive. All of these gruesome bodies share a common feature: each one was divided into at least 50 pieces or more.
Even more chilling is the fact that all of these horrifying acts were carried out with his bare hands. His most proficient skill is using his extraordinary hand strength to extract human flesh.
Johness slowly walked to the center of the arena, his eyes wild and distorted, a twisted, sinister smile on his lips. In a voice filled with cruelty and excitement, he said, "It's been a long time, but I can finally enjoy the thrill of seizing human flesh again."
Leorio After hearing what he said, his expression became unusually serious.
He took a deep breath and then said in an almost admonishing tone, "In this situation, especially considering that we have already achieved victory, there is simply no need to confront this murderer head-on."
As everyone waited for the examiner to remove the prisoner, Killua stepped forward with a confident smile on his face. "Perfect, let me stretch my muscles and vent some frustration. I accept your challenge."
Killua Turned to the camera and said gracefully and firmly, "Examiner, put down the bridge, I'll fight him."
The camera emitted a tired voice, "Really, don't regret it. The other side is a real serial killer."
Leorio's face was serious, his brows furrowed, and he looked at Killua with concern, saying, "Killua, didn't you hear what I just said? That guy is a real killer." His tone was filled with unmistakable caution.
Killua smiled slightly, showing a carefree expression, and responded, "That's even better, just as I like it." Then he turned and walked towards the bridge.
Leorio bit his lip, clearly puzzled by Killua's behavior. He sighed and said, "Really, what is he thinking? He's already passed the test, why does he have to push himself so hard?"
Gon saw Leorio's confusion and worry, comfortingly patted his shoulder, and then smiled and said, "Leorio, don't worry too much. Killua is a strong person."
Chi also joined the conversation, she smiled slightly and said in a somewhat sympathetic tone, "Yes, Leorio, you are really overthinking it. I actually feel more sorry for that prisoner, who clearly had a chance to escape this ordeal."
The camera emitted a low hum, and at the same time, the ankle and wrist restraints of Johness and Killua instantly released with a crisp "click." The two slowly walked to the center of the ring, their eyes meeting in that moment, their gazes like invisible lightning, creating a dazzling arc in the air and colliding to produce an indescribable tense atmosphere.
The camera issued the command again, with a cold and ruthless voice: "Begin!"
Killua smiled slightly, looking quite confident. He raised his head and glanced at Johness, curiously asking, "How are we going to compete?" There was a hint of relaxation in his tone, as if he didn't take the other party seriously.
Johness sneered and a wicked smile formed at the corner of his mouth. He glared at Killua and roared, "You ask me to compare? You haven't figured out the situation yet. This is not a friendly competition, but a massacre I am about to carry out on you." His voice was filled with bloodlust and arrogance.
Johness paused for a moment, then continued in a sinister tone, "I have no interest in this test, amnesty, or anything of the sort. Right now, I just want to relish the taste of flesh in my hands. You better scream to your heart's content and let me enjoy it even more."
A chilling smile appeared on his face, as if he could already see Killua struggling in pain at his hands.
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