"There are fewer than three teleportation opportunities left, and less than ninety days remain. It seems there's no chance of gathering more information before the first betting duel. Relying on Connie alone, the fact that she managed to collect this much is already an unexpected delight. Expecting her to find out how the alien races are arranging the betting duel's venue is simply too far-fetched."
Infiltration and counterinfiltration were indeed unimaginably difficult.
Take the fact that he had concealed his emergence from Asynchronous Space, for example.
If the alien races wanted to investigate whether he was still alive and whether he could still participate in the first betting duel, they could only use the most primitive and clumsy method: constantly sending subordinates to infiltrate Tian Yuan Territory and investigate when the opportunity arose.
The success rate of such an approach was obviously atrociously low.
With Zero monitoring everything, the behavioral differences between the alien races and humanity stood out like a beacon in the darkness under big-data comparison. It was almost impossible not to notice them.
Likewise, infiltrating the alien races and finding out the specific details of the first betting duel's venue was about equally difficult—perhaps even more so.
After all, groups such as the Five Great Royal Clans had already experienced the first thirty-two games and were rich in experience.
The players from Earth, on the other hand, had only two years of wasteland survival experience.
If he wanted to uncover the details of the first betting duel's venue, he could only act alone.
"If I can face the alien races alone and still find out from within their ranks what the first betting duel's venue is like, the alien gods waiting desperately for Ship Tickets beyond the territory will probably be furious enough to spit blood."
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