When people encounter matters of interest, they often lose their rational judgment. This is most likely to happen at the gambling table. Even the gambling king is just a mortal, and at best he is more determined than the average person. The calmer Zheng Yubai is, the more impatient his opponents become. They always think that Zheng Yubai must have some trump card that he has not used yet.
When your thoughts are in disarray, your mood will be in a state of panic. When you are in a state of panic, you will make mistakes. When Zheng Yubai was ten years old, he had his first duel with his father. He was so panicked that his father saw through his weakness and punched him out. He had to stay in bed for half a month before he could get up.
Since then, Zheng Yubai has learned that panicking will not solve the problem. No matter what the situation is, staying calm is the fundamental condition for winning.
The situation of one cold and three hot continued. Although Zheng Yubai was tightly controlled by He Meifeng, he could still win from time to time. On the other hand, the other three kept fighting. Although they won and lost, they were gradually defeated by Zheng Yubai.
They were not stupid, they just couldn't get away. It was like three martial arts masters competing in internal strength. Whoever withdrew first would risk being blasted into pieces by the opponent's internal strength. So they knew that if they continued like this, they would only perish together, but they were unwilling to be the first to show cowardice.
The three of them gradually slid into the abyss in the mutual restraint. Zheng Yubai quietly surpassed Feng Bazhi while making some small moves, and finally took the top position at the beginning of the fourth lap.
Feng Bazhi glared at Ye Yi angrily: "Are you done yet?"
Ye Yi obviously felt that there was a mistake in his strategy. He stared blankly at the changes in the chip numbers and looked at He Meifeng.
He Meifeng glared at him: "Why are you looking at me?"
Ye Yi said coldly: "You are very considerate to the pretty boy."
The words were full of humiliation and complaints. He Meifeng could hear it, so she slammed the table and said, "Mr. Ye, how I play cards is my business, you don't need to be sarcastic."
Zheng Yubai did not participate in the verbal battle between them. He had successfully jumped to the top. There were still four rounds of cards to decide who could challenge the God of Gamblers. Facing these three cunning and treacherous gambling kings, if he was not careful, all his efforts would be wasted and he would be left with no tears.
The last round of cards begins, and Ye Yi is the banker in the first round.
As soon as he got the cards, Ye Yi showed a little joy. He could still play the big four in the chaotic situation. As long as he could win one or two games in a row, it would not be difficult to surpass Zheng Yubai. He thought to himself and took out the "Spring" flower card in his hand. Just as he was about to make up for the flower, Zheng Yubai pushed down half of the mahjong tiles and smiled at him: "Isn't this called the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea?"
Everyone stared with wide eyes, staring blankly at the seven flower cards that Zheng Yubai showed.
The so-called "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" means that if you hold seven flower cards, you must grab one of the flower cards of others to complete the full flower cards and win the game. It is one of the unique ways to win in Taiwanese Mahjong. Although it does not have as many cards as the big four and big three, it is a kind of card that can instantly destroy the opponent's confidence.
Ye Yi pushed the cards down in annoyance. This time he realized how powerful Zheng Yubai was.
Feng Bazhi looked at Zheng Yubai's chip number with a frown. The gap between the two sides had already widened. If he didn't use the ultimate means in the last three rounds, it would be too late.
After shuffling and stacking the cards, everything seemed normal, but Zheng Yubai discovered a problem.
"Do you want this card?" He Meifeng's soft, boneless hand inserted horizontally in front of Zheng Yubai's hand, like a snake, taking the card away from an incredible angle. This is the He family's ancestral skill: the snake-like trick.
On the other side, Ye Yi was not to be outdone, he opened and closed his palms, summoning gusts of wind, and fought against Zheng Yubai's Chaos Palm. After all, he had been immersed in the gambling world for many years, and although Zheng Yubai had Xingyiquan as a foundation, it was quite difficult to compete with his fast and slow, fierce and vigorous techniques.
Feng Bazhi would naturally not be idle. As the king of southern gambling, he had his own unique skills. After he had two fingers chopped off for cheating, he worked hard to develop a unique skill called "Eight Fingers Connected to the Heart". At this moment, his eight fingers were shaking like flying on the card table, continuously ejecting the cards at hand into Zheng Yubai's hands. Under the agitation of his finger force, the mahjong tiles hit back and forth on the card table, completely disrupting Zheng Yubai's plan.
The three of them joined forces to restrain Zheng Yubai and prevent him from winning. However, they were not allies. No matter who tried to take advantage of the opportunity to build a good hand for himself, the other two would immediately harass him. The four of them finally became a mess, and the audience watched their fight on the big screen and couldn't help but exclaim.
The fierce fight lasted for five minutes, and even the experienced referees who were supervising the game could not help but be amazed. It was not that they had never seen fierce battles before, but this was the first time they had seen four opponents of similar strength who refused to give in to each other. The mahjong tiles made a crisp sound on the table. Although these tiles were made of extremely strong materials and could withstand tons of pressure, the referees were worried that the tiles would be shattered in such a strong confrontation between four people.
Fortunately, the four of them were able to control their strength and did not cause any incidents of smashing the mahjong tiles. The tiles for this round were finally built. The audience cheered loudly, and everyone stared at the square city intently. After this round, the overall outcome of the game would be clear.
Feng Bazhi was the dealer in this round. After drawing the cards, he had two flower cards in his hand, so he was not afraid of Zheng Yubai's winning hand again. After everyone added flowers, Feng Bazhi played a "red center".
The mahjong tiles fell gently, and the velvet table top made a "thump" sound.
As soon as the cards fell on the table, the three of them couldn't help but look at Zheng Yubai at the same time. The scene of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea just now really left an indelible impression on the three of them.
"Hu." Zheng Yubai scratched his head and smiled in a simple and honest way.
He pushed down the cards in front of him. Although it was just an ordinary single-hanging red card, with the addition of the sixteen cards he had won, he had gradually left the other three behind.
The three of them looked extremely ugly. Even though they worked together to control the cards, they were still easily defeated by Zheng Yubai. This was simply a bucket of cold water poured on their reputation.
Compared to the frustration of the three, the audience was very excited. They had never seen such a devastating counterattack. From being far behind to chasing all the way, and now winning continuously, Zheng Yubai played the opponent without any chance to fight back. Zheng Yubai staged a real reversal. The audience had some sympathy for this "rookie", and now seeing that he had a chance to challenge, they all cheered. Many audience members even stood up to watch the big screen, and kept cheering for Zheng Yubai.
Feng Bazhi had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. As the king of southern gambling, he was teased by a rookie without any reputation. How could he put his face? With only two rounds left, he had to fight to the death to catch up with Zheng Yubai.
In the game with Meifeng, the four players did not start fighting each other when shuffling the cards, unlike in the previous game. This made the audience who liked to watch the fun feel a little disappointed, but they still hoped that Zheng Yubai could continue his miracle of "dihu".
The cards were quickly arranged, and after drawing the cards to add flowers, He Meifeng glanced at Zheng Yubai and saw that there was no expression on his face, and it was really hard to tell whether he was happy, angry, sad, or happy. The cards in her hand were a very beautiful "Big Three Yuan". As long as she played a spare seven, she could win.
If it were someone else, they would have played the seven straight immediately. But He Meifeng hesitated. Previously, Ye Yi and Feng Bazhi were too confident, which led to Zheng Yu's success. Although the cards in this round were good, he couldn't be careless.
While hesitating, Zheng Yubai seemed a little nervous and accidentally knocked over the two cards in his hand.
Although Zheng Yubai was quick to catch the two cards before they fell, He Meifeng's almond-shaped eyes immediately saw that they were a "six" and an "eight". Her hand, which was originally reaching for a seven, could not help but stop.
The two disastrous defeats of Ye Yi and Feng Bazhi were still fresh in her mind, and she couldn't make the same mistake again. But... at this time, he happened to knock down two cards, and they happened to be six and eight...
He Meifeng's hesitation caused Ye Yi's dissatisfaction: "Are you scared? At least play a card."
Ye Yi's provocative words made He Meifeng a little annoyed, and she tapped her fingers lightly on the seven cards. The scene of Zheng Yubai knocking down the cards just now replayed in her mind like a slow-motion movie.
It seems... it seems a little unnatural. He Meifeng suddenly realized that Zheng Yubai's actions were obviously planned. He first knocked the cards down on purpose, then quickly held them up. The angle at which the cards fell was just right for He Meifeng to see. How could there be such a coincidence in the world
He Meifeng raised a smile, she confidently picked up the seven and played it out, looking at Zheng Yubai provocatively: "Can you still win this time?"
Zheng Yubai continued with his signature "honest" smile: "Thank you very much."
The third time!
The entire audience was in an uproar, and Zheng Yubai's card pattern immediately appeared on the big screen.
"Ligurigul!" someone exclaimed loudly.
The so-called "liguligu" is also known as eight pairs and a half, which is composed of seven pairs and one kezi. He Meifeng's seven of a kind just hit the mark, and in fact, Zheng Yubai had eight pairs from one chicken to eight of a kind, which can be regarded as a top-notch hand.
He Meifeng almost collapsed in her seat. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and finally burst out: "How is this possible!"
Zheng Yubai scratched his head: "Is there something wrong with this deck of cards?"
Of course there was no problem. Di Hujia played all the same game. Before the last round started, Zheng Yubai had already sentenced his three opponents to death.
The audience shouted in unison: "Tianhu, Tianhu, Tianhu..." Zheng Yubai's consecutive wins made them look forward to the birth of Tianhu.
Although the situation was not decided, it was unlikely for the three to catch up with Zheng Yubai in this situation. The difference in chips was secondary. The most frightening thing was that Zheng Yubai was able to win three consecutive games under the tight defense of the three players, which completely destroyed the confidence of the three well-known masters.
He Meifeng stared at her own score on the scoreboard, which was dropping sharply. Suddenly, she sighed and said to Zheng Yubai, "You are very good, very good."
Ye Yi and Feng Bazhi were like deflated balls. The three of them were equivalent to surrendering in this situation. The last game ended in a mediocre way with Zheng Yubai winning.
The audience didn't wait for Zheng Yubai's win, but they were very satisfied with the exciting competition. When the game ended and the referee announced that Zheng Yubai had qualified to challenge the gambling god Gao Fei, not only did Tang Qing and Xu Jin jump up excitedly, but many audience members also shouted Zheng Yubai's name in unison.
"You have a bright future, kid..." Feng Bazhi walked to Zheng Yubai's side and said approvingly.
Zheng Yubai scratched his head: "Thank you."
Ye Yi and Meifeng also came over and shook hands with Zheng Yubai one by one. Ye Yi said unwillingly: "You got the advantage this time because of that woman. You won't be so lucky next time."
Zheng Yubai chuckled and did not refute. What Ye Yi said made sense. If it were not for the grudge between him and He Meifeng, it would be difficult for Zheng Yubai to find a breakthrough and break out from the three people. Although there was an element of luck in this victory, the more important thing was that Zheng Yubai exerted 200% of his ability and used the Chaos Palm to the highest level.
Keep a calm mind, exert all your strength, and take advantage of the hatred between opponents. These are the three winning strategies that Du Bisheng analyzed for Zheng Yubai.
The losers leave, the winners stay. Murong Ping, the MC of the competition, soon appears and tells the audience not to leave, because the God of Gamblers Gao Fei will appear soon and hand over the God of Gamblers Ring, which symbolizes the God of Gamblers' identity, to the organizing committee of the competition. The final winner of the competition will become the new owner of the God of Gamblers Ring.
"Well done." Du Bisheng looked excited.
"It's just luck." Zheng Yubai said modestly. As a beginner who has just learned gambling for more than a month, it is incredible that he can achieve the current results. But he did it, and became the youngest challenger for the title of God of Gamblers in history.
Du Bisheng shook his head: "It's definitely not luck. I just felt that there was something strange about you, and I couldn't put my finger on it for now."
"What's the weird place?" Zheng Yubai was about to ask when he heard a commotion in the audience. He and Du Bisheng turned around and saw a group of black-clad bodyguards rushing in from the entrance of the hall. In their midst, two men walked in side by side.
One of them was Yao Qian, the organizer of the competition, and the other man next to him was about 40 years old, with a very approachable smile on his slightly plump face. He walked and waved his arms, greeting the audience, and won countless cheers like an idol star.
Without any introduction, Zheng Yubai immediately knew that this middle-aged man was the famous gambling god Gao Fei.
Under Murong Ping's guidance, Yao Qian and Gao Fei came to the center of the hall, and Murong Ping introduced the two parties.
"These two are the contestants who finally won the right to challenge, one is Mr. Du Bisheng and the other is Mr. Zheng Yubai." Murong Ping introduced.
Gao Fei greeted Du Bisheng with a smile: "Old Du, I haven't seen you for a long time. How have you been recently?"
His words were very relaxed, not like he was greeting an opponent at all. Zheng Yubai stared into his eyes, and always felt that Gao Fei was different from ordinary people. (To be continued)