Chapter 465: Gale's Hatred Twenty

If everyone had guessed correctly, the ball corresponding to "Yin Tu" in this round should have released poisonous smoke capable of intoxicating participants, proving fatal for any team involved.

Yet, from this team, one person stepped a few paces forward and stood in the middle of the track.

"What the heck?" Chou Ershi scratched his head and walked forward a few steps.

"Annoying guy..." At that moment, Qiao Jiakin suddenly thought of something.

"Di Ma, oh Di Ma..." Chou Ershi put on that infuriating expression again. "Am I seeing things? Is this your ultimate move?"

Di Ma could only sigh helplessly at the sight.

Whether by chance or destiny, this team happened to be capable of overcoming all the challenges in "Mu Niu Liu Ma."

"What rotten luck..." Di Ma said. "Are you seriously not sent from 'above' to mess with me?"

Chou Ershi let out a cold laugh and raised his hands directly: "I... want a gust of wind!"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the thick smoke on the track began to tremble dramatically, and in this completely sealed indoor space, it was as if a strong wind had suddenly blown through.

"I... want a fierce gale!!"

Chou Ershi waved his hands wildly, like a mad conductor in the midst of fog and wind, and in an instant, the smoke was scattered in all directions.

Blowing away the smoke over such a wide area was much easier than stopping the iron ball mid-air.

The strong wind kept sweeping across the track, not only dispersing all the smoke but also rolling the mud balls on the ground toward the walls, until the haze above gradually vanished.

"Just that?" Chou Ershi panted heavily but still didn't forget to turn back and taunt Di Ma. "Is that all? Got anything tougher?"

Di Ma slowly stood up, ignoring Chou Ershi, and instead stretched her muscles with a few lazy yawns.

"I'll remember you," Di Ma said. "In the next round, you'd better wear your bulletproof vest and helmet."

This made Chou Ershi swallow hard, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "No way? Getting mad?"

This time, Di Ma wasn't provoked by Chou Ershi's taunts and just continued stretching. She was confident that when she threw the ball herself, she could take out everyone on the field one hundred percent, no matter how tough they talked.

"Killing you... I don't need to rush at all," Di Ma said coldly. "None of you are leaving today."

Everyone knew they couldn't rely on Chou Ershi's mouth to get through the seventh round and had to act quickly. Once the poisonous smoke on the track had mostly dissipated, they covered their mouths and noses as they reached the end of the track, then worked together to push the cart back.

After several rounds of pushing, the team had gained some experience.

On this track, the key wasn't to "keep it straight" but to use explosive speed to propel the cart forward quickly. Even if the cart kept spinning or veered off the track, they absolutely couldn't let it stop, or the corrosive gas and mud balls could be deadly.

Yun Shijiu settled into the cart, hugging his legs tightly, listening to the whooshing sounds around him and inhaling a few breaths of strangely scented gas. Fortunately, the poison was now very thin, just making his throat feel a bit itchy.

At the final stretch, the cart burst out of the track onto the ice-free floor but didn't tip over; it simply slid for a distance before coming to a stop.

Once again, the entire field filled with rolling smoke, and Chou Ershi summoned a fierce wind one last time with all his might.

Zhou Liu quickly caught on and walked to the side, flinging open the basketball court's door. Qi Xia noticed her action and felt a sudden buzzing in his ears.

He looked at Zhou Liu with interest, suddenly thinking of something quite unbelievable.

Zhou Liu opened the door... was she adjusting the indoor air pressure?

Because Chou Ershi had summoned the wind out of nowhere, the pressure inside the room was building up. If they didn't release the airflow by opening the door, everyone inside might start feeling uncomfortable.

How many times had they coordinated to develop such perfect timing?

"Thanks, Six Sister!" Chou Ershi waved from a distance, then stood at the finish line and shouted toward Di Ma at the starting point, "No way? Is that it? I thought the way back would be tougher, but is that all?"

"Heh..." Di Ma slowly revealed an ugly smile. "Protect your head."

Everyone braced themselves, their faces grim as they returned to the starting point.

The next moment was the most critical.

If they wanted all their earlier efforts to count, they had to survive this round.

Once at the starting point, they wanted to discuss a strategy, but Bai Jiu didn't dare speak. She slowly shifted her gaze toward Qi Xia not far away.

If this person could see through all the mechanisms with just one glance, had he already figured out how to deal with Di Ma?

At that moment, Di Ma pulled a specially made bamboo tube from the nearby ruins—it was about the length of a forearm—and walked to the far end of the track. The bottom of the tube had a small hole, just big enough to pull out a "ball."

She stood there like an unmoving mechanism at the farthest end of the track. Strangely, all the surrounding mechanisms began to tremble silently.

It seemed Di Ma had one more thing she hadn't mentioned.

In the seventh round, not only would she throw the ball, but all the mechanisms would attack again too.

This wasn't just an icy straight track; it was a path leading straight to death.

"Whenever you're ready... let's begin," Di Ma said with a smile as she pulled a stone ball from the bamboo tube and weighed it in her hand. "I wonder what 'speed' you'll use to escape my attacks?"

Qi Xia watched this and stroked his chin slightly, feeling like he had grasped a clue.

How many "balls" could fit in a bamboo tube the length of a forearm?

If each ball was about the size of a fist, with a diameter of around ten centimeters, there couldn't be more than five or six in the tube.

As per the rules of all Di-level games, Di Ma absolutely couldn't throw seven balls to attack seven people.

Otherwise, no one in this game could survive.

"A fist..." Qi Xia took a deep breath and said, "For the final round, my strategy might not work anymore. This monster isn't standing on the side of the track but right in front of us... Even if we speed up the cart, we can't dodge the 'ball' one hundred percent."

"Don't kid me, just keep it simple," Qiao Jiakin said as he stretched his muscles. "Tell me what to do, and make it straightforward, or I won't get it."

"Fight," Qi Xia said. "Hit whatever you see."

"Fight." Qiao Jiakin nodded. "Straight to the point. I'll beat that dead punk to a pulp."