Free Web NovelChapter 645: Chapter 229: Are You More Afraid of Me or Him?_3
[Now, players, please get ready]
[In this round, we will be using the current draw mode]
[That is, players will draw lots on stage, and whoever they draw will be their opponent]
[As for the next round’s drawer, the previous winner will be the one to decide]
Upon hearing this, many players’ expressions changed slightly.
So, be it the drawer or the drawn, until they’re designated by the previous winner or drawn themselves, they won’t know who their opponent will be.
This is a tad thrilling.
[Hehehe, to a certain extent, this competition format is meant to prevent preparations after confirming an opponent]
[In the city competition later, the confidentiality mechanism will be even more complete]
[Until they step up to the card table, players won’t know who their opponent is] fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
[This will increase the uncertainty of the card game]
[It will be harder to see a one-sided situation due to counter-cards and increase its watchability]
[However, this mechanism will have the most effect only in the early and middle stages of the competition]
Museum Director Phoenix provided a timely explanation from the commentator booth.
[As for the drawer in this game, let’s just have the organizer designate it]
[Director Thompson, please do the honor]
Afterwards, Rose Cooper called upon Henry Thompson.
"Hehehe, no problem."
Henry Thompson seemed to have expected this, standing up with a slight smile from the contestant seats.
"Director Thompson, please show mercy, don’t draw me."
"Don’t draw me either."
"Please, Director Thompson."
Even though the drawing is random, many players still pleaded with Henry Thompson to show favor.
"There is no need to be anxious, everyone. Everything has its fixed outcome."
Henry Thompson looked at them and pressed his palm downwards.
This demeanor was full of seniority.
The drawing device was placed next to the contestant seats and was a glass basin mounted on a stand.
There were 23 capsule balls in the basin, each with the names of the other contestants written on them.
All the balls’ surfaces and weights were exactly the same, ensuring a fair drawing.
Thus, Henry Thompson walked over steadily with his hands behind his back.
He grabbed one capsule ball randomly.
Upon opening the ball, he peeked at the name of the opponent inside from an angle only he could see.
Then, Henry Thompson laughed.
"What is Director Thompson laughing about?"
"Could it be that he thinks the opponent he drew is easy to handle?"
"Who’s that unlucky guy?"
"As long as it’s not me, it’s fine."
His laughter immediately unnerved many of the players.
It has to be said that Henry Thompson also knew a bit about creating suspense. After knowing his opponent, he didn’t announce it immediately.
Instead, he looked around at the other contestants with a smile on his face.
Rose Cooper: [Hahaha, Director Thompson is creating a bit of suspense here]
Phoenix: [I wonder who he actually drew]
At this time, the director kindly provided a close-up shot.
Whoever Henry Thompson’s gaze fell upon became quite uneasy.
What’s more, some players even averted their eyes directly.
Even higher-level players such as Greenfeather and Flat Orange had rigid expressions.
After all, being drawn by Henry Thompson equaled being eliminated. This was a consensus among everyone.
Rose Cooper: [Hahaha, it seems everyone is afraid of being drawn by Director Thompson, and the atmosphere is a bit awkward]
Phoenix: [Really? But how come I see a player who is crossing their legs very casually?]
That’s right, among the contestants, there was one person who seemed out of place.
That person was the fearless Ree Shil who dared to stare directly at Henry Thompson.
Obviously, he wasn’t afraid of being drawn by him.
(TUI.)
In response, Henry Thompson could only secretly spit in his heart at Ree Shil.
The perfect show-off atmosphere he created was ruined by this guy.
However, the player he drew wasn’t Ree Shil.
"Steel Hoof, young lad, come on out."
Finally, his gaze landed on a humanoid horse player.
The humanoid horse tribe looked very much like horses but walked upright.
"Ah???"
This humanoid horse named Steel Hoof was first taken aback, then his face fell.
It seems that his selection tournament journey has come to an end.
If nothing unexpected happens next, nothing unexpected will happen indeed.
After 30 minutes, Steel Hoof willingly pressed the surrender button.
Hum...
As the blue light barrier dissipated, the commentator booth also announced the end of this game.
Rose Cooper: [Let’s congratulate Director Thompson on progressing smoothly to the next round!]
Rose Cooper: [At the same time, we have to regretfully say goodbye to player Steel Hoof, whose journey ends here]
Phoenix: [Yes, it was a wonderful card game, and both sides performed well]
Rose Cooper: [That’s right, it was a hard-fought, neck-and-neck match, leaving us wanting more!]
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye would know that the two commentators were just offering superficial praise.
Because everyone could see that, in terms of card deck strength and operations, Henry Thompson genuinely went easy on his opponent and deliberately held back.
Otherwise, Steel Hoof might’ve thrown in the towel 10 minutes earlier.
[Now, let’s have Director Thompson designate the next contestant to draw lots]
Following Rose Cooper’s cue, Henry Thompson took the microphone from the staff.
[Coach Shil, how about you show us some skills?]
Henry Thompson didn’t beat around the bush and directly called out Ree Shil.
"OK."
Ree Shil stood up promptly and walked to the glass basin with big strides.
He directly grabbed a capsule ball and was about to open it.
Just like last time, the director also provided a wide-angle shot of all contestants this time.
Rose Cooper: [Wow, it seems like I just saw this scene]
Rose Cooper: [Everyone is scared of being drawn by Ree Shil]
Rose Cooper: [It seems that in the eyes of other players, their evaluation of Coach Shil is not worse than Director Thompson’s]
Phoenix: [Um, is that young lady from the Wingman Clan... praying?]
"Don’t let it be me, don’t let it be me, don’t let it be me..."
At this point, Greenfeather was whispering with her head bowed, her hands clasped together.
Seeing her reaction, Henry Thompson’s heart felt somewhat sour by her side.
Wait a minute, young lady, when I drew lots just now, I didn’t see you this nervous.
Why does it feel like you’re more afraid of Ree Shil the young lad?
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