In those brief few seconds, it was anything but simple for Ye Tianyi and Jun Canghai.
Moreover, they themselves understood what the others could see. They knew the numbers inside the dice shaker were constantly changing, and they also knew that the others understood why those numbers were changing.
So what? Every one of them had known from the start. This was never meant to be a simple game of luck—it was a contest of strength.
Everyone had already tacitly accepted that they were competing in strength.
The old men of Martial God Academy watched the scene and understood as well.
"Is this Yi Qiyue's intention?"
"First, she let them relax a little. Second, she used this opportunity to make them compete in Mental Power and Soul Power, because she had known from the beginning that doing this would inevitably lead to the current situation—a clash of mental and soul power. That was what she wanted."
"Then why not choose another method? There are many ways to make them compete in soul and mental power." A man asked in confusion.
"Hehehe." The Vice Dean stroked his beard and smiled. "That is the third point. Yi Qiyue loves to gamble. This way, she can gamble, go to her favorite casino, and even win things from this competition—no, this gamble. Why wouldn't she be happy?"
"This Yi Qiyue is no simple person. Beneath that dilly-dallying exterior lies such meticulous planning. Indeed, she should be like this—after all, she is the Shadow God."
"Besides, nearly everyone on Ye Tianyi's side is her student. She truly has a purpose in doing this. Mental and soul power are things many people overlook, but old fellows like us all understand their importance."
"To be precise, these children know their importance too. It is just that they