Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

203. The Opponent In The Preliminary Round... The Tooth Of The Hall? (Third Update!)

"It's actually grouped in this way..."

At the edge of the hall, Yato leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

Thoughtful on the face.

This is completely different from the trajectory of the world he knows.

Having said that, this approach is more 'fair'

The thirty-two groups of numbers on the turntable were completely messed up.

Once turned, the speed is dizzying.

The 'd8' block that Katahara Mietou shot had already dimmed, and the 'Kacha Kacha' submerged into the inside of the machine and completely disappeared from the turntable.

The gap left is also divided equally by the blocks where the remaining numbers are located.

Many people noticed this detail and frowned slightly.

If the selected number disappears, and the area of ​​the remaining block becomes 'bigger'... Maybe it's better to go up later?

After all, there are 31 groups of numbers left, as long as you don’t choose group d, especially d7!

No matter what number you hit, it is difficult to judge whether your position is good or bad.

The answer can only be obtained after everyone has made their choices.

but......

"...Group C is also not very suitable, because in the semi-finals, you will definitely encounter the "fang of extermination". If you meet this kind of final-level opponent too early, you will easily be taken advantage of by others in the final

Okubo rubbed his chin and muttered.

"Based on the current situation, the best choice is 200 in Group A and Group B." Ryo Himuro said with a serious expression, "Although the speed of the turntable is too fast, it is difficult to hit the desired number by one's own subjective will, but from the probability From a scientific point of view, the sooner the better.

"That's right. Although it is convenient to judge the situation based on the grouping at the end, it is also impossible to judge whether the choices left are good or bad. Maybe they are all 'bad moves'."

Okubo pouted.

"Chairman Katahara really posed a problem for everyone. Should we gamble on luck, or choose the best option from the remaining choices? Igarashi, if it were you, how would you choose?"

"I?"

Ye Dou looked at the company representatives in the middle of the hall who were thinking hard, and didn't dare to be the second to try for a while, and said softly: "Of course I will be the first to go first."

"Huh? Why?"

Okubo and Himuro Ryo looked over suspiciously.

"Because there are seven numbers left in group d and eight numbers left in each of the other groups, the probability of hitting numbers in other groups is higher than that in group d.

Yato said without thinking.

right!

The two suddenly realized.

From an objective point of view, at this time, the market actually has an advantage in probability, and it will be hard to say if you wait a little longer.

"No (bgci) but it's all the same to me."

Yato suddenly laughed.

"It doesn't matter which group you are assigned to or who your opponent is, anyway, I will win the final championship."

"I can't pretend I didn't hear that."

Okubo bared his teeth.

"If you are so confident, then I wish you the best of luck in the first game of the first game and hit the tooth of death!"

The ice room smiled coldly.

"Thank you for your good words, then I also wish you the best of luck when you meet Okubo in the first round and win him cleanly, and we will meet in the final.

"That's a good thing."

Yato and Himuro Ryo reached out and shook hands.

Okubo, who was caught in the middle, had a dark face, "I said...do you really think of me as a 'funny character'? I am the 'absolute king of mixed martial arts'. If you meet me, I will definitely kill you." You guys beat your heads up."

"Let me just listen to this as an after-dinner joke."

Yato shrugged.

"Look, someone is up."

Bingshi said suddenly.

He didn't need to say it, Yato had already seen it.

After Katahara Mido, the second company representative picked up the air gun from the tray.

Is Japan's first capitalist.

【Toyota Consortium】Supreme ruler-Toyota Idemitsu.

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"It's the first time I've played with something like this."

The hero-like man played with the air gun in his hand for a while with great interest, and then aimed the gun at the turntable that had begun to rotate rapidly.

Snapped!

The bb ejected, lighting up a block on the turntable.

"c7?"

The turntable stops.

Toyota Idemitsu saw the number he hit clearly, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Ah, I thought it would be d7."

Listening to his words, many of the company representatives frowned secretly.

I wonder if Toyota Idemitsu, a shit-stirring stick, has seen through the secret behind this machine and can choose the number he wants within a rough range.

Perhaps because they didn't want to be underestimated by outsiders from [Purgatory], many business representatives also stepped forward to give it a try.

Kaguya stood there very calmly, letting them go first.

As time goes by, numbers are selected one by one.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer numbers left, but the area of ​​the remaining number block is also constantly enlarged, becoming "better to be shot", and finally only five are left.

She finally made a move.

"That's from the Shinomiya family..."

"Although her qualifications are very low, she is very powerful as a fighter. She is an out-and-out dark horse. I don't know which group she will be assigned to. Now there are not many choices left.

[Yiwu Real Estate] Boss, a man who looks a bit mean - Yiwu Qilang sneered and said: "Her luck is really bad, she waited until now, she didn't wait for someone to take 'd7' away, on the contrary it's good There are fewer and fewer places.”

Beside him, Mr. Yamashita adjusted his glasses and muttered softly:

"Is that the owner of the company owned by the fighter who defeated Mr. Ouma? You are so young, and you are still a high school student?"

Ignore the strange eyes and whispers around you.

Kaguya calmly came to the shooting position and picked up the air gun from the tray.

Turn sideways in the form of holding a gun with one hand, and aim the muzzle at the turntable.

"call"

She took a deep breath and concentrated.

Eyes fixed on the turntable.

"This girl...in another ten years is definitely my thing.

In the area of ​​fighters, the reasonable people spoke seriously.

On the side, Ouma frowned.

"This posture... Could it be that..."

Snapped!

Pull the trigger.

The BB bullets shot out, hitting a certain block precisely.

Everyone looked subconsciously.

Then... the pupils shrank.

"Varied--?!"

There was an irreparable crack in Hideki Naimu's attitude of not changing the color before the mountain collapsed.

He stared at the turntable in astonishment.

There are only five sets of numbers left on it.

The four groups abcd have one vacancy, and group b has two.

In theory, the probability of hitting group b is greater.

But what Kaguya shot was the number in Group D that everyone agreed to absolutely avoid in the early stage.

——d7!

This also means that their opponent in the first game will be ranked at d8... Fang of the Hall!

Kaguya looked at that number, a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

He turned his head to look at someone who was standing with the fighters at the edge of the hall.

Silently made a mouth shape.

Yato could see clearly.

B...

"My task is over, and I will leave it to you."