The competition begins!
—"Rock!" "Scissors!" "Paper!"
In the first round, all three threw rock, scissors, paper, resulting in a tie! The entire plain erupted in a collective sigh! The three were drenched in cold sweat! Suddenly, Ma Yinglong thought of a serious matter. If he lost, would those non-guild ordinary players obey? Could there be a riot? If a riot occurred, wouldn't the Dragon Slayer Guild lose all prestige and become a laughingstock? Wait! What was he thinking when he proposed rock-paper-scissors? Was he thinking about the glory in winning, and that losing would only mean losing cannon fodder, which wouldn't matter as the Chinese Hell area was insignificantly weak anyway?
—"Scissors!" "Rock!" "Paper!"