Xiao Ming immediately understood that the image on the dome was the reflection on the ground, presented from a vertical perspective.
He stared at the remaining three circles.
The numbers in the white circles were "1" and "5", and the numbers in the two black circles were "1", "7" and "8" and "13".
In other words, the opponents of the yellow team were five whites, seven blacks, and six blacks.
However, the specific competition rules were not introduced.
Could it be a melee?
Just when Xiao Ming thought of this, a small picture appeared in the green area of the dome image.
The perspective of this picture-in-picture has changed from vertical to oblique.
It is a close-up of the red "x".
The originally upright "x" slowly flattens, and a metal cylinder protrudes from the intersection in the middle.
From Xiao Ming's perspective, you can see that the "x" directly opposite falls down and becomes parallel to the ground, with a silver pillar standing up from it.
The small screen disappears, and at the same time, there is a red cross in the red circle in the center of the dome image, which is the upside down "x".
Two adjacent ones of the four lines have arrows extending to both sides.
Xiao Ming also saw that the red "x" in the center of the lawn really stretched out two red lines.
The red lines quickly extended to the edge of the circular field.
From the dome image, it looked like two long red arrows.
This "x" of different lengths began to rotate clockwise, like a giant clock.
The two long red arrows are the hour and minute hands of the big clock, and the white team, black team, yellow team and another black team are exactly at twelve o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock and nine o'clock.
At this time, the red line in the venue did not rotate, which showed that the dome image was performing a demonstration.
Xiao Ming quickly reminded: "Everyone, pay attention, it should be a demonstration of the rules of competition."
The other brothers and Gong Er also thought about it and looked up attentively.
Sure enough, when the two red lines stopped, the pointer pointed to the white team at twelve o'clock and the black team at three o'clock.
Standing in the direction of Xiao Ming, the "x" of different lengths turned into "ten" of different lengths.
Only then did he realize that the red "x" intersected at a right angle.
The screen continued to demonstrate.
The numbers in the black and white circles that were pointed at flashed one after another, like a Mark Six lottery draw.
Finally, they settled on one black and one white number, which were "3" and "4" respectively. .
The picture-in-picture appears again on the dome screen, which is two small pictures, namely a black man stepping on a "3" and a white man stepping on a "4".
The characters are animated, and only the general characteristics of the black and white people can be seen more clearly.
From the discs under their feet, a silver circle rises from each, which is placed around the waists of black "3" and white "4", like two silver belts.
At this time, on the big screen, the word "ten" in the red circle turned into the Arabic numeral "10", and with the sound of "ticking, ticking" hands, the countdown screen began: "9, 8, 7" As soon as the countdown started, the two people were liberated from the disc.
They walked down and wandered in their respective circles, looking around at a loss.
The black "3" on the small screen tentatively walked out of the black circle.
Only a "wave" was heard, and it was suddenly blown to pieces.
Although it was an animation, the explosion sound and the flesh and blood exploded were real.
It turns out that the silver belt is a bomb.
Xiao Ming's heart tightens.
There is a bomb under his feet.
I saw the big and small images of the dome image rewinding together, counting down again, and the black "3" was reassembled.
This time, it did not leave the circle.
Like the white "4", it stayed in the circle honestly.
When "0" is read, the black "3" and the white "4" on the small screen are blown to pieces at the same time.
It is a fixed-point explosion that does not hurt the surrounding companions.
I saw the large and small screens of the dome image rewinding again, and counting down again.
The re-assembled black "3" and white "4" learned well this time, jumped on the pointer, and ran forward.
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On the large screen, two black and white numbers are displayed moving quickly towards the red circle in the middle.
On the two small screens, black "3" and white "4" are running quickly, and the pointers under their feet are like two narrow long embankments.
Running like this is of course not very powerful.
Black "3" accidentally fell off the pointer and was immediately blown to pieces.
Obviously, the slave whose number is drawn can leave the disc after putting on the silver belt, but must run up to the pointer before the countdown ends.
Once it goes out of the circle, misses the time, or falls off the pointer, it will be blown to pieces.
The screen rewinds again.
The black "3" returns to the pointer and continues to run forward.
The white "4" is also running forward.
The two of them are getting closer and closer to the red circle.
White "4" took the lead and ran to the red circle.
He twitched the silver pillar in the center and pulled out a knife.
It turned out that the silver pillar was a weapons rack.
Black "3" also just arrived, but was cut in half by white "4" Xiao Ming saw it all and understood that when facing slaves from all over the world and speaking different languages, using videos to introduce the rules of competition is the simplest way, and everyone can understand it.
At this stage, it was not a team battle, but an individual battle.
His attempt to protect Gong Er failed.
He could only pray to God that during the "lottery", he would never win her.
There was another cannon blast, and a circle of yellow line appeared around the brothers and Gong Er.
This was the line of life and death.
The dome image also returned to the original point, and four small pictures appeared, showing the situation of the four teams.
Except for the yellow team, there was a white-robed woman sandwiched among the naked warriors of the other three teams, who was a prostitute.
I don’t know whether they live or die, and what the outcome will be as each team determines the winner.
The hands began to rotate, and the hands in the venue rotated synchronously, and the killing game officially began.
Xiao Ming stared at the pointer, his heart racing.
The hands stopped at six o'clock and nine o'clock, and one of the yellow team and the black team became opponents.
Xiao Ming looked at the pointer with the yellow circle and found that it was only as wide as his feet together.
Running on it was like walking on a tightrope.
If he was not careful, he would fall.
The slave who is drawn must not only maintain speed so that he can get the weapon one step ahead of his opponent, but also maintain stability to avoid falling and being blown to death.
The numbers under the feet of the six members of the yellow team flashed one after another.
Xiao Ming hoped that he or one of Wang Kun and Xiao Wu would be drawn, because he was good at climbing walls, and Wang Kun and Xiao Wu had good leg skills.
Balance and speed are no problem.
However, I was really afraid that whatever came my way, the final number was set at "2", and Gong Er "won" Gong Er's body trembled slightly.
She was not even mentally prepared for the moment of life and death coming so soon.
Under the worried eyes of the brothers, a silver ring flew up from the transparent disk and was wrapped around Gong Er's thin waist, making her waist even more slender and tender.
The ticking countdown sound sounded, as if it struck the hearts of the brothers.
They urged "Run" together, but then warned: "Take it easy."
Gong Er took a deep breath, suddenly raised her feet, and ran towards the pointer.
Diagonally opposite her, the opponent of the black team had already reached the pointer.
Xiao Ming saw Gong Er running up to the pointer, took a breath, raised his head, and nervously looked at the small picture on the dome, which would be more clear.
I saw Gong Erjiao's beautiful and tender body, with her arms spread out, like a white butterfly, moving forward lightly on the red pointer, unexpectedly steady and fast Even Xiao Ming couldn't do it like her.
He was surprised and happy, and then he remembered that the jujitsu she practiced required higher balance.
Gong Er's speed obviously put pressure on the opponent of the black team.
The guy swayed on the pointer, struggled to move forward, and almost fell off several times.
Xiao Ming wished that this guy would fall down, so that Gong Er would win without a fight.
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Unfortunately, this guy has a lot of luck.
Although his posture is ugly, he keeps approaching the red circle.
However, Gong Er entered the red circle one step ahead of him and even had time to choose weapons on the silver pillars.
She finally chose a pair of silver bows and arrows, calmly put her quiver on her back, pulled out a white-feathered arrow, and then, without looking, raised her hand and shot an arrow in the direction of nine o'clock.
Her opponent couldn't escape from the pointer and fell to the ground.
The brothers immediately cheered, and Xiao Ming was even more excited than he was about winning.
He didn't expect the ghost girl to have such a special skill.
He really underestimated her.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened to everyone.
Gong Er turned to the direction of the Yellow Team and slowly raised his bow and arrow: