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If he wanted a spot himself, the others probably wouldn't give him the time of day. At this point, he still needed his master to speak up for him.

There was a reason why his master only wanted one spot for himself.

This was the wisdom of a leader.

If he directly asked for two spots, it would be like cutting off everyone else's livelihood, and the probability of everyone agreeing would be relatively low. If he only asked for one, the remaining people could still fight for the other one, and everyone wouldn't disagree.

"If you want a spot, fight for it yourself!" His master glanced at him, not speaking up for him.

In his heart, he had already attributed the failure of this trip to Ulan country entirely to him. But after all, it was his own decision, and he couldn't directly blame him, so he could only choose this way to vent his anger.

"Listen up, the other spot is mine, no one can compete with me!" Ling Tian shouted.

"Based on what? I disagree!" an expert shouted.

"Yes, I disagree too!" another expert echoed.

"One minute has passed," the aircraft reminded.

Ling Tian became anxious, his brain spinning rapidly.

"Let me tell you, even if you get a spot, so what? If you don't give the spot to the Holy Son, do you think you'll have a good time after you go back?" Ling Tian threatened.

This trick seemed to work, and the others frowned and stopped talking.

"You can't handle this spot, obediently fight for the remaining 3 spots, that way you still have a chance!" Ling Tian further consolidated.

"Two minutes have passed, tell me your decision," the aircraft said.

"Me!"

"Me!"

The master couldn't care about face anymore and shouted loudly. Survival was the only way.

Ling Tian closely followed suit and shouted loudly.

"Does anyone else have any objections?" the aircraft asked.

The purpose of Dongfang Chen giving out two spots was to ensure that these two people could return smoothly. Sending small fries back would be useless and meaningless.

"I have an objection!" an expert shouted.

"Okay, since everyone has no objections, it's settled then. You two go to the side and wait," the aircraft ignored the expert's objection.

As the aircraft's words fell, the circles under the two people's feet opened, turning into a passage.

As expected of a 3rd-order expert, even with only one hand and one leg, he could move freely. With a push of his foot, he directly walked to the end of the passage.

In comparison, Ling Tian was a step slower.

"What game should we play? Let's play Count Seven, how about it?" After the two arrived at the designated waiting area, the aircraft said to the remaining people.

Count Seven is when everyone takes turns counting in order, but when encountering numbers containing 7 or multiples of 7, they cannot shout them out, they have to say 'Pass'. If you accidentally shout it out, then you lose. The loser will be punished.

For example, 14 is a multiple of 7, and 17 is a number containing 7, these cannot be shouted.

"Is there anyone who doesn't know how to play?" the aircraft asked.

There were actually a few people who raised their hands, indicating that they had never played it before. Looking at their actions, they were like obedient babies in kindergarten, very well-behaved.

"Since everyone knows, then I won't introduce it, let's start directly. The first round will be simple, let's start from number 1," the aircraft said.

"1!" the person in circle number 1 shouted.

"2!" the person in circle number 2 quickly followed.

"3!"

......

"7!" The person in circle number 7 obviously hadn't played before and shouted it out directly.

The remaining people all breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that it wasn't them who made the mistake.

"You're wrong, you have to say 'Pass' when you encounter 7," the flight robot stopped in front of him and "kindly" reminded him.

This modified human knew he was done for and turned around to run.

Unfortunately, he was overthinking it, and he died as soon as his foot left the circle.

This was also a reminder to the others, letting them not have unrealistic fantasies.

"Let's start with you!" the aircraft came to number 8 and said.

"1!" Number 8 hurriedly shouted, his body already covered in sweat.

"2!"

......

"16!"

"17!" Number 24 shouted.

As soon as he shouted, he knew he was wrong.

"Numbers containing 7 cannot be shouted, you're wrong!"

After the aircraft finished speaking, number 24 disappeared directly.

"The game continues!" The aircraft flew to number 25 and said.

So number 25 started shouting from 1 again.

As the number of games increased, everyone's accuracy became higher and higher. However, they still often got stuck in one position: 27, 28, 29.

Because 27 cannot be shouted, and 28 cannot be shouted immediately after, the person shouting 29 was very prone to making mistakes after hearing two consecutive "Passes", so several people died in a row in this place.