Chapter 114 I Am a True Feminist, but This Guy Is Practicing Traditional Martial Arts! ? (4K)

"That good-looking boy won. That's great... I don't want to see him die. What a waste."

"He just won the rock-paper-scissors game... I don't know what will happen next."

"Next, he can choose to go first or second. He should choose to go first. The probability of the first shot having a real bullet is only one in six. It is absolutely advantageous for him to go first."

"This boy is really lucky. Going first has a great advantage."

The discussion around him reached the ears of the tall man, and his expression was uncertain.

Luck? Luck?

How the hell could this be luck?

At the last moment of the game of rock-paper-scissors, he changed his gesture at a speed that ordinary people could never react to or see clearly, and played scissors.

However, the final result was that he lost.

[Self-check completed, running in good condition, no abnormality found]

A message in green font appeared in Yi's eyes.

There was no mistake, which means that he did see that the other party played 'cloth' at the last moment.

In this way, there is only one possibility.

‘This kid… his reaction speed and action speed are both faster than mine.’

The tall man’s heart sank.

At the last moment, the kid first made a ‘paper’ gesture, and then when he saw ‘paper’, he made a ‘scissors’ gesture, but the other party quickly changed the cloth to rock.

The reaction time and action time added together are estimated to be less than 0.01 seconds.

But this kid did it, how could it be possible…

Qiao Ying finally realized that something was wrong. This handsome boy who made people salivate… was not simple.

She looked at Xue Jing with complicated eyes and said nothing.

“Then let’s start from my side.”

Xue Jing smiled and reached out to pick up the revolver on the table.

“…” The man didn’t say anything, just watched Xue Jing’s actions.

Logically speaking, this kid shouldn’t know which shot the real bullet will be fired.

He was the one who loaded the bullet and turned the cylinder, and only he knew which shot it was.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel lucky.

Based on the cautious mind of adding another layer of safety, he moved the real bullet to a very backward position...

On the fifth shot.

As long as this kid is a little less timid and shoots him less than four times, he can still win.

"Speaking of which, this guy... what's your name?"

Xue Jing casually opened the safety on the revolver as if he was taking snacks in his own living room, and asked casually.

"... My last name is Wei."

The tall man with the last name Wei spoke lightly.

Xue Jing raised the revolver and shot himself in the head.

"Kacha——"

The cylinder rotated and made a sound, but no bullet was fired, but the people around him let out a low cry, and some people covered their eyes and didn't dare to look.

"Oh? It turned out to be Mr. Wei." Xue Jing smiled.

Although I don't know which Wei it is, it doesn't matter.

As he spoke, Xue Jing turned the safety of his revolver on and off, then picked it up and shot himself in the head.

"Kacha——"

There was a low cry from the surroundings, and the security director Chen Liang who was watching also began to get nervous and swallowed his saliva.

Mr. Xue... is indeed a great master who can escape unscathed in the face of dozens of gunmen.

Those who don't know would think that he is holding a toy gun and playing with it casually.

The action is too casual and too relaxed.

"I have a question for Mr. Wei."

Xue Jing said without any change in his expression, not like someone who is experiencing a life-and-death crisis.

The man surnamed Wei narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "Speak."

"Kacha——"

Xue Jing fired the third shot at his head.

"The third shot!"

Someone around exclaimed.

"That's enough, stop shooting. Three shots didn't hit the real bullet. Each shot after that has a one-third chance of dying..."

"No, the probability is not calculated like this... I forgot how it was calculated, but the probability of the next shot hitting the real bullet is very high!"

"One more shot! I suggest you take another shot. The three shots you've fired are all 'past probabilities', which have little to do with the one you're going to fire now. You should take advantage of your luck to continue to increase the opponent's hit rate!"

"Tsk, gamblers are really scary."

The surrounding noise did not affect the scene.

Xue Jing turned the safety of the revolver on and off, looking like he was considering whether to continue shooting.

He pinched his chin: "Well... I just want to ask, Mr. Wei, you're going to die soon, how are you going to give me the 10 million you promised?"

"Can you transfer the money in advance?"

The man surnamed Wei looked at him deeply, "I won't go back on my word."

Xue Jing smiled and said nothing more.

He raised the revolver and fired the fourth shot at his head.

“Crack—”

The cylinder rotated once again, and it was still a blank.

The people around were excited.

"The fourth shot! Four shots in a row missed!"

"Unbeatable, such luck! I suggest you just bet on the fifth shot! One in two chances?"

"That's not how it's calculated. Although there is indeed one blank and one real bullet left, the calculation cannot be calculated using 'one shot and one shot missed'. You have to use 'the fifth shot out of six shots' to calculate the probability. This probability is much greater than one in two. I forgot the exact number."

"It's very simple. The first shot missed 5/6, the second shot was 4/5, and the third shot was the same. Multiplying the probabilities of each shot together is the final probability. Let me calculate (pulling out a cell phone)..."

"The probability that the fifth shot is still a blank is - one in six!"

"Hiss - then the probability that the next shot is a real bullet is more than 80%..."

"Change people, brother! Give the gun to the other side, you have basically won!"

Some people outside the field began to shout suggestions to Xue Jing.

Xue Jing didn't say anything.

The man surnamed Wei had a blank expression on his face, seemingly indifferent.

In silence, Xue Jing slowly raised his pistol and pointed it at his head, as if he was about to fire the fifth shot...

The man surnamed Wei's heart skipped a beat, but he suppressed his emotions and didn't show them on his face.

The fifth shot was a real bullet!

This kid is too arrogant, he actually wants to gamble that all five shots will go empty? He's courting death!

He stared at Xue Jing's finger on the trigger.

Press it down, shoot, shoot!

The man surnamed Wei wanted to step forward and help press it himself.

He seemed to have seen the scene where the upper part of the boy's head in front of him was completely blown up, and brains and blood splattered all over the place.

'... In the fifth shot. '

Xue Jing felt the numbness and chill coming from his temple where the muzzle was pressed, and the instinctive warnings that his whole body was faintly resisting, and thought to himself.

Twin instincts.

The strong instinctive intuition, after the first four shots were completely indifferent, finally reacted when he was about to press the trigger of the fifth shot.

'This bet... I have already won since the end of the rock-paper-scissors game. '

Xue Jing smiled, and put down the revolver in his hand in the eyes of the man surnamed Wei who was twitching.

"Well, it turns out that Mr. Wei still has to have a sense of participation. This fifth shot is left to you."

He smiled and handed the revolver in his hand to the man surnamed Wei.

"..."

The man surnamed Wei looked at the revolver handed over in silence.

This gun was specially modified by him. It is very powerful. An elephant can be shot through from head to tail with one shot.

Although he has 'B3 protective membrane' and 'R2 gold muscle', and even has 'giant blood' implanted in his bone marrow, it has basically been alienated now, and the bone hardness and hematopoietic ability are far better than ordinary people.

Taking a bullet from this revolver is not fatal to him... but if it is aimed at the head, it will at least be a serious injury.

Even if the bullet itself could not penetrate his body, the kinetic energy shock generated was enough to damage his brain.

It didn't matter if he was seriously injured, but the problem was that he still had an important task to complete...

The man surnamed Wei had a gloomy expression.

Qiao Ying, who had been silent beside him, also changed her expression.

She had worked with the man surnamed Wei for a long time and knew his style of doing things. She already knew what was going to happen next.

"Wei... are you sure you want to do this?"

Qiao Ying said loudly, with deep reluctance in her tone.

The man surnamed Wei reached out to take the revolver handed over by Xue Jing, but instead of aiming at his head, he aimed at Xue Jing's forehead with his backhand.

"Ah?"

The people around were shocked and puzzled. This...

Xue Jing was pointed at by a gun, but his expression did not change, but he sighed softly.

"It seems that Mr. Wei is going to break his promise."

The man surnamed Wei said calmly:

"Ten million... I will call your family."

"As for breaking your promise... do you still remember the bet I mentioned at the beginning?"

As soon as this was said, people with good memory in the crowd immediately recalled and said:

"It seems to be... 'If you can survive, I will give you ten million Zhuxia coins, and if you die... no other price is required.'"

Everyone immediately understood what the man surnamed Wei meant.

Xue Jing shook his head and said lightly: "Mr. Wei, this is a sophistry."

"It is indeed a sophistry."

The man surnamed Wei nodded in approval.

"But... I'm sorry."

"Bang——"

The trigger was pulled and the cylinder rotated.

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, the violent gunshot shook the entire casino.

The brass-colored bullet was fired and shot towards the forehead of the boy who was always calm and composed.

The next moment.

"Bang!"

A figure flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, smashing countless card tables and chairs along the way, passing through several walls, leaving several human-shaped holes, and no one knew where it flew to.

In the field, only the young man in a burgundy suit was left, slowly retracting his right leg.

White smoke was entangled on his black leather shoes, and Xue Jing frowned slightly.

At the moment when the revolver was ejected, he activated the speed of twin life, dodged the bullet, and kicked out with the force of "shaking star fire".

This move is a defense-breaking skill that uses force to inject force into the enemy's body. After seeing that the opponent has a "protective membrane" with excellent force protection effect, Xue Jing chose to use this move, wanting to bypass the membrane to attack.

But in theory, this move belongs to the use of soft force, and it should not have the momentum of kicking the opponent far away.

Unless...

"The soft power is blocked outside and cannot be injected into the opponent's body. In the end, it can only explode outside..."

"Even the 'Shaking Star Fire' can be prevented to this extent. The restraint of the protective membrane on martial artists is too exaggerated."

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded, and Xue Jing, who was using his twin instincts, tilted his head slightly. The bullet just passed through his ear, bringing a strong wind and blowing his hair on the left side.

At this time, the crowd around realized what happened and began to flee the casino in panic, with screams from time to time.

It's okay to watch Russian roulette, but if you stay any longer in this kind of fight between gods, mortals will definitely suffer.

Xue Jing was looking for the position of the man surnamed Wei, and suddenly his expression moved, and his skin felt a slight air flow fluctuation.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed a slender wrist holding a black dagger that stabbed at him.

"Oh? My dear sister, you really hurt my heart this time."

Xue Jing looked at Qiao Ying in front of him with a surprised tone.

The latter's eyes were extremely complicated, and there were even tears rolling down the corners of her eyes, but her hands were not slow. She turned the black dagger with her backhand, forcing Xue Jing to let go of her wrist, and then stabbed him at a very fast speed.

While attacking fiercely and fatally, she choked with sorrow and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Dense dragon scale marks appeared on Xue Jing's palm. He took the next stab and held the dagger, restricting Qiao Ying's movements.

Then he grabbed her neck with his other hand and lifted her up, one foot off the ground.

Spiral indentations appeared on Xue Jing's arm, and his arm muscles were tense. The palm holding the slender neck suddenly clenched.

"Yin——"

"Kacha——"

Accompanied by the dragon's roar and the horrifying sound of bone cracking, Qiao Ying's neck was directly grasped by Xue Jing into the thickness of a sugar cane.

"Ah——ah..."

The pretty face rolled up her eyes, her mouth opened wide, and her tongue was squeezed out in an exaggerated way. A lot of blood and pieces of meat overflowed from her mouth and nostrils. Qiao Ying's head tilted, her limbs stretched out, and she stopped struggling.

Throwing her body aside, Xue Jing said in a flat tone:

"You may think that an apology is useful..."

"But unfortunately, I am a true feminist..."

After tidying up his slightly wrinkled burgundy suit, Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The crowd had basically fled the casino, and at this moment the venue was in a strange silence.

Xue Jing began to walk around the venue slowly.

The leather shoes stepped on the floor covered with sawdust, chips, cards, etc., making a creaking sound.

Xue Jing suddenly had some strange thoughts.

"Why do I feel like I'm a boss... and someone is trying to conquer me?"

The man surnamed Wei, who was hiding in the dark, took a look at Xue Jing, who was walking leisurely, lifted his clothes, and touched the obvious red shoe print on his chest.

"What a monster..."

The artificial eye in his eyes kept popping up data analysis of the boy in the distance.

[Physical level estimation: 3.6~4.2]

[Physical alienation rate: less than 1%]

...

[Comprehensive risk level assessment: 4.1~4.5]

The man surnamed Wei's eyes paused on [Physical alienation rate: less than 1%], and he was shocked.

"...No implants were implanted, and no banned drugs were taken."

"A fucking... martial artist?"

Looking at the face of the boy in the distance who was obviously not yet an adult, the man surnamed Wei's mouth twitched.

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