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La Tie saw it.
He wasn’t the strongest one in the team, and he hadn’t done well in the recent battles, making him a little anxious, but he was a natural fighter, and people needed him to fight. He just needed a chance.
Then the opportunity came.
At that time, he was fighting the guy in the armor inextricably, and both of them couldn’t kill the other for a while. After the initial blow, both of them realized this, so they slowed down their pace, and it was at this moment, La Tie saw the man in red sneaking towards Xia Tian.
He didn’t think of anything as he rushed over.
Xia Tian was right. He wasn’t smart enough to think about how to protect himself when he was in trouble. When he realized the danger, he could only adopt the simplest and the crudest way.
He rushed forward and held the man in red’s sword in one hand.
When he stopped the sword using his hand, the blade was half a foot away from Xia Tian’s back.
At the same time, this rescue broke the deadlock between La Tie and his previous opponent. When he rushed towards Xia Tian, his entire back was exposed to his opponent, and the man stabbed in without hesitation.
The sword pierced through La Tie. He should have realized the result when he rushed out.
In fact, he didn’t know if he realized it as he wasn’t smart enough, but when he rushed out, he was pretty sure that he made the right choice.
Now, the blade was deeply embedded in his body, and he still thought so.
He knew death, everyone knew death, a glorious door that awaited him ahead, but when it really happened, he still felt scared.
He thought to himself, this was the time for his nature and soul to go through a harsh test.
That was what the advertising slogan of the Killing Show said.
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He did pass the test, and he was simply a perfect example of how this type of player functioned in the Killing Show.
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And that man withstood the test, the mistake was over, the dawn of the new star illuminated the bleak workbench, the loan could continue to be paid off, and there was no need to fall into the Killing Show.
They didn’t even watch the death scene on the screen, and of course they weren’t sad. Keeping a job in the Upper City sometimes required a sacrifice of many lives to pad the bottom.
The moment it happened, Xia Tian felt the turmoil of his opponents.
He didn’t know why yet, but for people like him, a second of distraction was enough. He found his opportunity and plunged a short sword into the head of an opponent.
However, his skull was quite thick, and the sword couldn’t be pulled out for a while. Xia Tian gave up on the sword and drew out a knife to fight.
The man fell to his knees and his eyes were bloodshot. He kept trying to stand up, but kept slipping like an electric doll that had lost energy. When it came down to it, death wasn’t elegant at all.
Xia Tian turned his head and saw a long sword piercing through La Tie. The man still stood stubbornly, blocking the sword that had pierced Xia Tian.
The enemy hurriedly pulled away, and the sword blade pulled downwards, almost splitting La Tie in half, but he remained stubbornly motionless. If it were a small man, he would have been cut in half by now, but La Tie was a big man, so he could continue to be this stubborn and refuse to give in.
Xia Tian was stunned for a moment. A sword stabbed at him from behind, and he could only react by moving sideways to avoid it, and almost fell. The sword flicked across his cheeks and blood flowed out.
Ignoring the people behind him, he rushed forward and grabbed La Tie’s sword.
His teammate had no power in his hands, so he easily got the sword. The man glanced at him, something almost like a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he fell down. Xia Tian reached out a hand to grab but missed; La Tie was so heavy that no one could catch him.
Just now, the man thrust another sword from behind and Xia Tian jerked back. The sword edge passed through his armpit. He turned sharply and broke his arm. At the same time, he swung his sword out and the opponent’s head flew up and rolled down into the bushes.
He turned around and with almost no break, he walked towards the man who had killed his teammate, with a murderous look.
Ignoring the sword that was flying towards him, he made a strike and the sword stabbed the person’s left eye, piercing through his skull.
He turned his head to find another one, the red-clad sneak attacker. He knew he wasn’t dead, but he had no time to be distracted. There were too many opponents—
Even if he didn’t make a mistake, he didn’t know what he could do.
The screams of the “Bird of Death” drove them to the brink of extinction.
Xia Tian found the attacker behind the bushes. He was lying on the ground, a short knife that had been initially allocated had stabbed him through the middle of the liver.
Xu Peiwen stood there, his hands covered with blood. He looked up at Xia Tian and stammered, “He was trying to escape…”
He didn’t say the following words, but just stood blankly. Words had no meaning when death was before you.
Bai Jingan jumped off the Wutong tree and took another look at the corpse nailed to the tree to confirm that he was really dead. It looked hideous, and at the end, the hand that was still stretched forward couldn’t move an inch, which proved the strength of the sword.
He quickly inspected the dead bodies in the forest and after making sure that no one was alive, he walked towards La Tie.
The man had fallen onto the ground, the sword piercing his lungs, and he was coughing up blood. Xia Tian knelt down next to him, supporting his head, not knowing what to do.
The doctor looked at the wound and shook his head. The wound was scary, but he didn’t vomit this time.
La Tie coughed heartbreakingly, and blood spurted out, the sound was weird. It sounded like he was drowning in his own blood. He said: “I… passed the test…”
The group of people listened blankly as La Tie continued, “I did what must be done. The most difficult victories are produced by tiny unbelievable hopes…”
The doctor said, “The main poem in the God of War column?”
La Tie continued intermittently, “I have contributed myself. I will be buried in the Asura field and return to the arms of the God of War…”
It was indeed the main poem in the God of War column on the Floating Gold TV station.
—The Killing Show had an official deity called Ares, the God of War. This deity was dressed in punk costume, with messy hair, a cigarette in his mouth, a heavy machine gun in his hand, and a crazy smile on his face. He stood on the top of a high-rise building with skeletons under his feet.
The TV station had asked someone to write special prayers for it—mostly related to victory, sacrifice, and hope—along with all kinds of Chicken Soup for the Soul, indicating that if you felt cornered, desperate, helpless and scorned, God of War would give you a brilliant new life. It was coupled with handsome photos of famous Killing Show stars.
The massacre in Zone N back then was always compared to a massive sacrifice to the God of War, and was always tied to the leader, Bai Lin, saying he was “almost a clone of the glorious God of War”. If Bai Lin was alive, he would have sued the Floating Gold Group for reputational damage. But he was dead, so they could make up whatever they liked.
It was an advertisement, a trademark, and behind it was a planning team and sales data. But legends of miracles and spirituality were circulating everywhere on the Internet, and people kept praying, and it was poured into the soul with marketing.
Now, La Tie kept coughing up blood, but still stubbornly and intermittently recited about honor, embrace and victory. He looked at his intact comrades in front of him—in fact, not much intact—and his eyes glowed as if he had accomplished a sacred and supreme goal.
Xia Tian had laughed at his pride and honor, and now that he was dying, and still reciting this stuff, he could only listen in solemnly; no one could laugh at anyone at this moment.
“In the test of blood and death, I will do my best… to contribute… to victory…” La Tie murmured, just like the martyred warrior in a movie.
Finally his eyes dimmed, a dull gray and Xia Tian realized that he was dead.
They stood in front of La Tie’s body, not knowing what to do.
After a while, the doctor said, “He wanted… to be buried in the arena. Is it allowed in the rules? Will the organizers approve it?”
“No,” Bai Jingan said. He paused for a while and activated the intelligence of the tactical planner.
“But there are special circumstances. If we hold a ceremony and it gets broadcasted, maybe they will agree to keep the body here,” he said.
“I know the expression,” the doctor said, “that says death will make a place more historical. Maybe they will use the dead body as a marker to develop a plot or something. The official website will also launch a vote to let everyone decide if they are interested…”
He suddenly laughed nervously and said, “I’m sorry, it’s just a little funny… Our friend died to save us, and was spouting ad lines before he died. In order to realize his last wish, we have to hold a funeral and earn sympathy points, and get a victory in the online poll!”
No one answered, only he was laughing. Some things here seemed both serious and cheap, and people didn’t know how to react.
Bai Jingan thought for a long time and came up with the sentence, “It’s still very sympathetic.”
“I want to vomit,” Xia Tian said.
He turned and walked over to the other side of the forest, and held the trunk with one hand. He didn’t throw up anything, but he didn’t want to turn his head so he just stared at the pitch-black forest.
If only he could never look back, keep walking forward without having to face this absurd and tragic scene.
But the day must go on. He stood for a while, then finally turned back and said, “All right, let’s hold a funeral.”
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Cold reality… You’d think La Tie would choose his life over glory but… This is how brainwashed some of these people are
Yeah, scary as hell!
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Damn I cried a little
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Doctor’s first kill and La Tie’s “passing the test” to directly reach heaven.
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