Inside the hall.
Once the spectators outside the game understood what had happened, they erupted.
"Wait, I'm a little confused." An older Player stood there, pointing both hands at his temples like Ikkyū, his expression utterly serious as he worked through it. "One-Eyed Dragon's thinking was, you know I know you have an item, I know you don't know I know... no, wait, I've got it mixed up again...!"
"Stop trying. Your brain can't handle this."
"I know you don't know I know you used an item, so I bet you...!"
"Stop! Just listening to you is making my brain smoke."
"No, I have to figure this out today." Still pointing at his temples, the Player stubbornly went off to sit down, muttering all the while. "We're all human, one neck and one head each. He could think it up, but I can't even reconstruct it afterward?! I refuse to accept that! You know, I know...!"
Without an all-knowing perspective, the two masters' layers upon layers of maneuvering onstage were actually very difficult to understand, because the audience lacked so much information.
All they knew was that it seemed impressive, even if they didn't understand it.
"Just tell me, did One-Eyed Dragon win?"
"Yeah, Wang Dong seems to have switched his cards!"
"Then that's all I need to know. One-Eyed Dragon's fucking awesome!"
"Kill him!"
"...!"
The audience below buzzed with discussion. Some shouted at Wang Dong, and others joined in.
In moments, waves of angry shouts and jeers directed at Wang Dong surged through the crowd.
Not far away, Ren Ye stared at Old Liu's bedraggled figure, reviewing everything he had done, and excitement actually appeared in his eyes.
The Super Empire needed exactly this kind of talent: someone who looked like a reckless idiot but was actually full