The third round of the Dead Beast Chess is the most crucial round. The score is now one-to-one. The Dead Beast Chess is a best-of-three game system, which means we have now reached the most critical round.

This round will determine our fate. The winner lives, and the loser dies.

But at this moment, my interest has not fluctuated at all. I'm even looking at the sweating Mars in front of me calmly. Mars stares at me intently. I guess he must be thinking about how to deal with me now.

I have a completely indifferent attitude about this because I already know the true meaning of this Dead Beast Chess. Dead Beast Chess is not won simply by luck.

Although the red side has a huge advantage, the yellow side can also defeat the red side. Although cheating is not allowed, it is not said that psychological warfare cannot be waged. For a true gambling master.

Cheating is the most despicable thing. A true gambling god relies on seeing through the opponent's psychology and analyzing the opponent's next move. Then to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy and winning.

Ten minutes later, the game still hasn't started. Mars is still thinking, looking at me nervously.

I look at Mars leisurely and say impatiently, "It's been ten minutes. Are you going to start or not?"

"Wait a minute. It'll start soon." Mars said with difficulty. On the other side, Ivan sent out the elephant in the fourth round and won a hard-fought victory. Successfully tying the score between him and Kyron at one-to-one. Kyron is sweating profusely all over, and his eyes are staring at Ivan intently.

"Let's play another round," Kyron said. Ivan nodded, his face also looking difficult. His situation is the same as mine, both at one-to-one and about to have the final decisive battle.

I glanced at the game behind me and turned my head without any surprise. I know Ivan's goal has been achieved. He successfully deceives Kyron, making Kyron think he still has a chance to win and is willing to play with him. In fact, Kyron's chance of winning was zero from the beginning.

If Ivan had won overwhelmingly in the second round, then Kyron would definitely not be willing to play the third round with him. So in the second round, he only managed to win barely in the fourth and most crucial round. Giving Kyron the illusion that he once pushed Ivan to the brink. He was sure to win!

Then comes the third round. If I'm not mistaken. In the third round, Ivan will not show mercy. Because as long as he wins this round, he will win directly. He will not give Kyron a chance. He will send out the elephant in the first round to end this game!

Sure enough, less than a few minutes after the start of Ivan's game, a heart-rending voice was heard. Kyron's painful voice rang out: "How is it possible? Why did you send out the elephant in the first round?"

"Isn't this very simple? Sending out the elephant in the first round has an 80% chance of winning." Ivan said indifferently. On the table in front of him were exactly two chess pieces.

His elephant ate the opponent's lion. Easily won the victory. Without leaving any suspense.

"No, this is impossible." Kyron shook his head, his face full of disbelief. From playing Dead Beast Chess with Ivan until now, he always felt that he was only a thin line away from victory.

But in two consecutive rounds, he found that victory was getting further and further away from him. Only at this time did he realize the huge gap between him and Ivan. It turns out that from the very beginning, he had no chance of winning.

"You..." Kyron pointed at Ivan and was about to speak. But the people around suddenly shouted at Kyron: "Kyron, your neck."

"What's wrong with my neck?" Kyron said strangely.

The classmates around did not answer but just looked at Kyron with horrified eyes one by one. On Kyron's neck, a red line began to gradually spread on his neck at some point.

Blood is constantly flowing in the red line. It was too late when Kyron was just about to notice. The red line on his neck was getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, it surrounded his entire neck.

"Cough cough!" Kyron only discovered this then, struggling constantly. But blood was constantly spitting out of his mouth. Just then, the red line on his neck had expanded. Kyron couldn't even speak anymore. He trembled and reached out his hand, trying to hold onto the people around him.

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But the students around had already run far away, all looking at Kyron with frightened eyes. Even Mars and I gave up the game and focused our eyes on Kyron.

Kyron desperately protected his neck, but the crack on his neck was getting bigger and bigger. He couldn't even speak anymore. Just then, along with a crisp sound.

His head fell off his neck and dropped directly to the ground. Then from his neck, blood was spurting out frantically. The entire classroom was like hell. There were continuous screams from girls. Some even fainted directly.

Kyron's head landed on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if dying with unfinished business.

In the midst of a panicked classroom, it was Ivan who calmly watched all of this. His voice easily said, "Is this time's death method beheading? It seems quite interesting.

Seeing such a terrifying tragedy, Mars was so scared that he didn't know how to speak. The whole person sat on the chair, his face pale. Although there was some turmoil in my heart, I quickly returned to calm.

I have experienced long nights and struggled in hell. This threat of death does not affect me much. Sitting on the chair, I calmly looked at Mars.

"Theirs are over. It's our turn now. There are still five hours left until the end of the game in six hours. We still have time." I said calmly.

"Let's compete." Mars seemed to have made up his mind. Although his body was still trembling. But he has calmed down. Now there are only the two of us left.

Unable to give up the game, we can only continue. Dead Beast Chess is a survival game where half are eliminated. Among the four people, only two can survive. Now Ivan has successfully escaped the game.

Then the remaining spot will be born between the two of us. Mars is the red side with a huge advantage, so his chance of winning is still very high.

"Humph, this time you don't want to deceive me any more. I don't believe you can still win against me." Mars sneered at me. But seeing my confident appearance. He was instead somewhat hesitant.

But he was still ready to continue the game, and thus Dead Beast Chess began again.

Both of us have made preparations, but compared to Mars's confidence, I am quite ordinary. I randomly picked up a chess piece and directly threw it on the table.

Looking at my casual action, Mars became even more suspicious. He looked at the chess piece in his hand and finally chose a piece. Then he placed it on the table.

"Start!" We shouted simultaneously. At this time, I could clearly feel that Mars was very nervous. He stared intently at the chess piece in my hand, presumably thinking about something.

"This one of mine is the lion. Yours is also the lion. I guessed it long ago." I easily opened the chess piece and directly said to him. Mars was stunned for a moment, and then also opened the chess piece in his hand. Sure enough, it was a lion.

"Continue," I said nonchalantly, and at the same time randomly chose a chess piece and placed it on the table again. Mars hesitated for a moment before carefully starting to select the chess piece.

He now has only two choices, either the elephant or the tiger. There are no other choices. Choosing others is undoubtedly a loss.

"Put it down quickly. So slow." I couldn't help scolding. Mars didn't refute. He looked carefully, seemed to have made up his mind, and then placed a chess piece on the table.

"Start!"

Then I directly turned over the chess piece. It was a tiger. Mars beside me looked at the chess piece in front of me. A complex and struggling expression emerged in his eyes. Then he helplessly reached out his hand.

"No need to look. Yours is also a tiger." I said disdainfully. Mars's face turned livid this time. He gently turned over the chess piece. Just as I expected, it was indeed a tiger.

It was still a draw. We both put the chess pieces aside and continued to play. Now we both have only three chess pieces left. My chess pieces are the leopard, the dog, and the rat, while Mars's chess pieces are the elephant, the leopard, and the dog.

This time, I still made the first move. In Dead Beast Chess, actually placing the chess pieces later has a huge advantage. Because you can change the chess piece halfway, but I always make the first move every time. Because I have the certainty of winning.

Looking at my confident face, Mars began to hesitate. And his expression all fell into my eyes. This made the corners of my mouth curl up in a sneer.

In fact, from just now until now, I have been acting. In fact, I am also extremely nervous inside. Because I have no sure way to win. But I always pretend to be confident and even use words to interfere with Mars's judgment. This makes Mars indecisive. Especially when I shouted out the chess piece in his hand twice. It gave him the illusion that I could see through his inner thoughts. So he became more and more hesitant in making his move.

Although cheating is not allowed in this game, it is not said that psychological warfare cannot be waged. My consecutive actions and deliberately relaxed words. Have made Mars's psychological defense tend to collapse. He began to guess randomly and became more and more cautious in making his move. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not play the key chess piece, the elephant. After all, once this piece is played and fails, he himself is finished.

But he doesn't know that the chance of winning with the elephant in the first round is four-fifths, and in the second round, it becomes three-quarters. As the rounds increase, the remaining chess pieces on both sides become fewer and fewer. The originally huge advantage of the red side is gradually disappearing.

And this is exactly what I hope to see. Mars in front of me has only three chess pieces left. He is hesitating about which one to play. He didn't notice that all his actions were within my grasp.

Attacking the city is the inferior strategy; attacking the mind is the superior one! Mars, you're done for!