Absolute Choice 2
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Xia Lin looked high-spirited and began walking out the office. Noticing that Yang Weiwei had frozen, he said softly, "Why are you in a daze? Come on."
"Yes, Manager Xia."
Yang Weiwei was slightly stunned as she gave a stiff smile. She suddenly felt some regret over her whimful flaunting of Tu Dahei as a genius on the same level as Shi Xiaobai. The data room's numbers were a true reflection of strength. It would immediately expose her lies.
She could not help but worry that back when Yang Yang praised Tu Dahei as a genius, it was just perfunctory talk. In her opinion, that crab youth did not look like a genius in any way, and what if his data was terrible…?
"Ha, how terrible can terrible be?"
Yang Weiwei consoled herself.
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"What? What did you say? He only won ten rounds in a week, and lost more than 1900 rounds?"
Xia Lin's hysterical voice filled the data room. It caused the young statistician's glasses to nearly fall to the ground. Yang Weiwei, who was beside him, was already pale in the face. Ten wins and nearly 2000 losses. This sort of win ratio could no longer be described with the word "terrible".
Every week, each Battle Arena Corporation branch would produce aggregated statistics. And one of the factors was the average win rate of all the customers. Winning ten rounds and losing close to 2000 rounds had a win rate of 0.5%. It directly pulled down the branch's average win rate by a large amount.
Great, Xia Lin was probably about to devour someone.
"Yang! Wei! Wei!"
Indeed, the way Xia Lin looked at Yang Weiwei was as though flames were about to flare out of his eyes
"Manager...Manager Xia, these numbers...are problematic!"
Suddenly, a trembling young statistician beside him said.
Xia Lin was stunned and immediately wiped his anger away. He said with a smile, "I knew it. How can someone lose 2000 rounds in a week?"
Yang Weiwei was also slightly relieved. 0.5% win rate was indeed so low that it sounded exaggerated. Just like a 99.5% win rate, it was not possible at all for normal people.
However, why was there a problem with the data in the data room?
"About that...it's not that there's a mistake with the win rate..but about that, Manager Xia, take a look at this..."
The young statistician gulped and pointed at a certain spot on the computer screen.
Xia Lin frowned and lowered his head to take a look at it. As his eyes squinted, he looked at the numbers the statistician pointed to him. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he shouted with a voice of disbelief, "Every day's virtual immersion was 22 hours!?"
The statistician wiped the sweat from his forehead as he said with a trembling voice, "That's right, Manager Xia. According to the numbers, this player named Tu Dahei only spent two hours a day to settle his biological needs from Monday to Sunday. The rest of the time was spent in virtual immersion."
Xia Lin boomed angrily, "Impossible! If he really did that, he would have been dead after five days!"
Yang Weiwei clicked her tongue too. By maintaining 22 hours in virtual immersion, it was extremely draining on one's mind. Typically, one needed to sleep a whole day and night just to mentally recover from that, but to only rest for two hours for seven consecutive days? Is he mad? That's not right, even a madman can't do that!
"Not only that. Manager Xia, take a look at this."
The statistician pointed to another corner.
Xia Lin's eyes swept towards it and was immediately stunned.
There were three lines of bewildering numbers.
[ Psionic Ability Offensive Skill: None ]
[ Psionic Shield Defensive Skill: Wavelet Shield (11,024 times) ]
[ Flash Motion Movement Technique: Crab Steps (220,457 times) ]
The three lines indicated the number of combat skills Tu Dahei used during the week, but the results...
"Hurry up and kill all the viruses in the data server's system for me, your father!"
Xia Lin was enraged that he even used such a vulgar form of self-addressment.
"Manager Xia, the system doesn't have any virus. Furthermore, the numbers from the data servers can't be wrong..."
The statistician was already close to tears.
"No virus? I think it's your brain that has a virus! Fucking think with your mind, can you? Let's not talk about using Crab Steps for 200,000 times, and let's not talk about losing 2000 rounds in a week. Let your father ask you, without using any Psionic Ability offensive skills, how did he win ten rounds. Don't tell me they all fucking surrendered!?"
The moment Xia Lin's temper flared, his mouth was filled with vulgarities.
"Manager Xia...You really...guessed right."
The statistician gave a stiff smile. With a few mouse clicks, the screen changed a few times before revealing a large table.
Xia Lin stared at it and was immediately dumbfounded. He rubbed his eyes and after focusing at it again, he could not help but draw a cold gasp.
At this moment, the statistician gave a dry cough and said. "These are the specific numbers for the ten victories. The numbers indicate that these ten matches happen to be his last ten matches. And each combat match exceeded an hour and the result of the match was...the surrendering of the other party. Summarizing the usage of 200,000 Crab Steps and how there was zero usage of offensive skills, I believe...the opponents in these ten matches were forced to surrender through a battle of attrition by this player named Tu Dahei..."
Without the statistician’s explanation, Xia Lin had obtained the same conclusion after a few seconds of looking at the table. However, he did not dare believe the accuracy of this conclusion. He was lost.
To battle tirelessly without any rest for seven consecutive days, and in every match, he only used Crab Steps and Wavelet Shield to drain his opponent until they were forced to quit. This was insanity, wasn't it?
"There is really such a madman in this world?"
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Chapter69 Yang Weiwei's Soul of Deception
"There is really such a madman in this world?"
Xia Lin went into a daze as he looked at the numbers on the computer screen.
"The world is indeed filled with wonders!"
Having finally found an opportunity, Yang Weiwei immediately stood up and said with a beaming smile, "Manager Xia, I told you right from the beginning that this Tu Dahei and Shi Xiaobai are geniuses on the same level. Geniuses are naturally different from us ordinary people. To not sleep for seven days and to defeat his opponents without any attacks, all of that is just child's play for a genius!"
Yang Weiwei's ability at speaking nonsense had been promoted to a considerable level.
"Yes, what you said makes sense."
Xia Lin was stunned and showed his agreement regarding Yang Weiwei's "nonsense". Didn't the saying go that geniuses were existences that did not conform to logic?
"Ding Dong!"
At this moment, a short message ring tone was heard from Xia Lin's pocket.
Xia Lin quickly took out his cellphone and looked at it. Moments later, he said, "This week's match rules have been decided. It is a...seven-person free-for-all?"
The rules of the weekly battle arena cafe battle were rotated each week. The number of participants and the method of competition changed every time. The main reason was to prevent the branches from preparing ahead of time. By forcing them to select customers from the past week to form a battle team was the best way of reflecting the branch's true strength.
"Manager Xia, what are the specific rules?"
The statistician quickly asked. Manager Xia always left the important task of choosing their contestants to him, hence, he was the one who was most concerned about the rules of the weekly match.
Xia Lin glanced at the statistician and said, "This week's rules are very simple. Each of the seven major branches will send a contestant. The seven contestan
ts would engage in a free-for-all deathmatch in the same venue, and the ranking will be decided according to the order of their deaths."
The statistician was left startled before he asked, "So that means we only need to send one person this time?"
In the past, the weekly matches were either three people taking turns in battle, a five-person team deathmatch, or the controlling of checkpoints with seven people. This was the first time only one person from each of the seven branches was needed and was also the first time a free-for-all happened. This was because if a branch's strength was determined by a single customer, then it would appear like child's play, hence, it was unknown why this mode was suddenly chosen for this week.
Xia Lin said in all seriousness, "Miss Xiao Xiao suddenly decided to represent [Muses] branch this week. This rule was personally proposed by Miss Xiao Xiao. I believe all of you must have heard of the Miss Xiao Xiao’s deeds. Do you understand? This week's competition is more important than any other week. If we were to rank last this week, I might not be able to secure my position, and for you, it would definitely be gone!"
The statistician struggled to swallow his saliva. He felt an immense pressure.
Xiao Xiao was the Battle Arena Corporation's Chairman’s daughter. Although she was young, she was well connected and did things with efficiency and firmness. For her to suddenly decide on participating in this week's branch match, it was very likely because she was admist incognito inspection.
If [Gaia] branch remained at the bottom this week, Battle Arena Corporation might very well decide on abandoning [Gaia] branch and reestablish another branch in other developed cities. The outstanding Xia Lin might be once again assigned elsewhere, but for a statistician like him, who was extremely common, unemployment was his only outcome.
The statistician hurriedly sat in front of the computer and began analyzing the data of the past week's customers. He could only choose one person, and that person also determined his fate. Thus, he had to make every effort to pick out the strongest person.
Xia Lin also became slightly nervous as he looked at the statistician's nervousness and dedication.
"Found it!"
In a while, the statistician stopped his typing and the moving of his mouse. He looked at the screen and said with a dry smile, "Manager Xia, this week, the overall data indicates that the best customer is...Wang Qiang."
Xia Lin's face stiffened and said coldly, "There's no one stronger?"
The name Wang Qiang was no stranger to Xia Lin. This customer named Wang Qiang had represented [Gaia] branch three times in the weekly matches. He was last all three times. Although the failure of a group match could not be blamed on a single person, Wang Qiang's repeated failures at crucial moments made it difficult to place any trust in him.
"No...there's no one else. From the data, this customer...named Wang Qiang is the best one this week. Manager Xia, are...are we still going to select him?" The statistician asked with a wretched face.
"Heh heh, do you think I'll fall into that same shit hole for the fourth time?" Xia Lin coldly said, "Keep finding. That trash named Wang Qiang, I can't trust him again!"
Minutes later, the statistician quickly selected a few customers whose numbers ranked near the top. However, on inspection, they were all familiar names that had participated in the weekly matches. These people were probably even weaker than Wang Qiang!
The duo immediately fell into silence. Xia Lin's silence was because he was suppressing his wrath, while the statistician's silence was a result of feeling disturbed and nervous. They had already realized a cruel truth—there were no talents in [Gaia] branch's customer base!
Amidst the silent atmosphere, Yang Weiwei stood there awkwardly. She could not leave, but staying here made her uncomfortable. Her eyes suddenly rolled as she thought of a solution to extricate herself from this repressive situation. Having had her Skills of Deception awoken, she was now extremely confident. She had an invincible feeling that "with deception in hand, the world is my oyster."
Moments later, Yang Weiwei's eyes lit up as she suddenly took a step forward and rapped the table. She attracted the duo’s gazes before coughing and said, "Manager Xia, doesn't the rules say that whoever lasts the longest in the free-for-all would get the highest ranking?"
Xia Lin frowned and said, "Yes, but so what?"
Yang Weiwei gave a sly smile and whispered, "Manager Xia, did you forget someone?"
Xia Lin hurriedly asked, "Who?"
Yang Weiwei said loudly, "The person that did not sleep for seven days. That person, who managed to last for more than an hour in ten successive battles to the point of forcing his opponents to run, Tu Dahei!
Xia Lin's eyes immediately lit up. He had indeed overlooked Tu Dahei. After all, by relying on the data, Tu Dahei's numbers definitely placed him last.
However, to be able to last for more than an hour for ten consecutive matches to the point of his opponents quitting, then Tu Dahei's survivability was clearly exceptional. Furthermore, in the rules set by Xiao Xiao for the seven-people free-for-all, the key was survivability time. And for this, Tu Dahei might be capable of victory!
However...
Xia Lin's eyes darkened slightly as he sighed and said, "Unfortunately, Tu Dahei is only at the third level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. Furthermore, the weekly matches do not allow the adjusting of numbers. Although Psionic Soul Realm warriors and above are barred from participating, the customers chosen by the other branches are at least at the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. Even that trash, Wang Qiang, is at the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. Even if Tu Dahei can flourish in battles at the third level of the Psionic Mortal Realm, it would probably still be difficult fighting against opponents at the seventh level and above."
This was also the most important reason why Xia Lin disregarded Tu Dahei immediately. Although the difference between the third level and the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm was not a chasm, there was still a definite large gap.
"Manager Xia, you are overthinking it!"
Yang Weiwei said with all seriousness, "You don't know Tu Dahei! He is considered the most death-fearing rookie in the history of [Gaia]!"
Yang Weiwei's Soul of Deception was unable to endure the thirst!
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Chapter70 Devil's Footwork
"You don't know Tu Dahei! He is considered the most death-fearing rookie in the history of [Gaia]!"
When Yang Weiwei said those words, her eyes were filled with admiration.
Xia Lin could not help but exclaim, "The most death-fearing?"
Yang Weiwei smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Tu Dahei is extremely, extremely afraid of death. It is even so in the virtual world! And it's because he's afraid of death that makes him possess life-preserving methods that astound people. It is said that Shi Xiaobai fell in love with Tu Dahei because of his impressive ability of staying alive!"
"Do you get it? Manager Xia, this seven-person free-for-all is not a competition of strength. How to survive is the key to victory! If it was Tu Dahei, because of his fear of death, he would keep a very, very low profile right from the beginning. He would try his best to keep his presence to the minimum. Even if he is no match for the other contestants, he will hide from them better than anyone. He will definitely try his best to survive!"
"So Tu Dahei might not clinch final victory, but he will definitely not be the first loser! And if he is lucky, the death-fearing Tu Dahei's hiding and dodging might allow him to survive until there're only two people left!"
Xia Lin was stunned hearing this. He began murmuring to himself, "The person who fears death the most knows how to survive the best..."
For [Gaia] branch, as long as they were not placed last, it would be a tremendous improvement. Clearly, Wang Qiang would not be able to do it. He was not strong, furthermore, he was too provocative.
And if Tu Dahei was as Yang Weiwei described—a
person who kept a low profile and was afraid of death—a miracle might be created?
"Alright, let's do it. Weiwei, contact Tu Dahei. He shall be this week's contestant! Also, if [Gaia] branch can escape the fate of being last this week, I'll double your salary and promote you!"
Xia Lin patted Yang Weiwei on the shoulder, calling out a rare "Weiwei".
Yang Weiwei was surprised. She was just trying to get out of this cramped room, who knew that she would receive such a pleasant surprise?
At that moment, Yang Weiwei felt that in this game called life, learning the technique of "speaking nonsense" was awesome!
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In the virtual world, two figures were chasing each other with a giant colosseum as the background. It looked like they were having fun, but the atmosphere felt like enemies chasing after each other. One of them was dressed in a clown costume while the other one was brandishing a red saber. He was constantly attempting to slash at the clown.
The saber beams were bright red in color. Every slash seemed to burst out into a cold blood splash. But upon careful inspection, regardless of which angle the saber sliced in—top to bottom, bottom to top, left to right, or right to left—it was unable to touch the clown in any way. The clown's footwork was extremely strange, as though it was a devilish crab. And it was this strange footwork that would dodge several saber beams from a slight move from time to time.
The saber-wielding person appeared extremely irritated. The way he slashed his saber was already random without pattern. He was grumbling softly, swinging his saber at the clown who was running and stopping from time to time. Sometimes, he even used his saber as a projectile as though he was a child that had been teased to the point of losing his mind.
As for the clown, every time the saber-wielding person threw his saber, he would stop at his spot to wait for his opponent to pick up his saber. He did not attack the saber-wielding person at all, right from the beginning. His motions were not elegant, but the way he deftly avoided attacks made him look like an elegant gentleman.
Of course, in the eyes of the saber-wielding person, this extremely provocative clown that kept dodging was like an old hooligan who sexually assaulted women!