Editor: Elanor
In a short while, the “elite group” by the arsenal had quickly grown to about thirty members.
The initial group had gathered at the behest of the planning team. Once this group grew larger in size and the gap between this group and the others had also got larger, the situation would naturally develop in the direction the organisers wanted.
The Lawyer-in-charge watched this scene from a distance with a kind smile on his face. An Xiaoyin stood in the darkness behind him, her face pale, looking like she wanted to escape from the place, but the people trapped here had nowhere to go.
When he saw Xia Tian and Bai Jingan’s team, Qi Qing raised one of his eyebrows and smiled.
Behind them, a group of players watched this scene intently. Everyone knew that Xia Tian’s team was absolutely qualified to join Qi Qing’s arsenal group.
“Welcome aboard,” Qi Qing said, smiling warmly towards Xia Tian, “I’ve always been a fan of yours, the Killing Show is really a place to make one’s dreams come true.”
Xia Tian returned the smile, the smile was as dazzling and cold as sunlight reflecting off the ice. “I saw what you guys just did. The planning team let it happen, right? I don’t like it.”
Qi Qing’s smile didn’t change in the slightest. “You’ve suffered a lot, Xia Tian. Even if you don’t understand now, you will eventually realize what kind of place we are in, and soon understand that you have to follow the rules to survive.”
“By stripping people naked and pressing them against the pillars, right?” Xia Tian replied flatly.
Qi Qing spread his hands.
“I think it’s a little perverted too, but it’s what’s demanded in the Upper World,” he explained.
Xia Tian thought about it for a while before repeating, “I don’t like it.”
The two absolutely gorgeous men were smiling as they spoke, and under the bright light around the arsenal, their radiant smiles gave the illusion that they were at a press conference. Only, the surrounding was a messy mound of dirt, with a huge arsenal behind them, and countless hands placed on swords.
Qi Qing said, “Then you’d better start getting used to it—”
But without waiting for Qi Qing to finish, Xia Tian closed the distance and raised his sword forward, ready to attack.
It happened in a flash. Xia Tian slashed his sword diagonally, and Qi Qing reacted lightning-fast, dodging sideways. But Xia Tian’s sword suddenly stopped in its tracks, as if its wielder had already known that the opponent would dodge, before it abruptly changed the attack into a horizontal slash.
Qi Qing raised his sword to block the violent onslaught.
All his movements were swift, and his sword was also good. It was a stainless steel replica item with a sharp edge, based on the antique styles of swords.
The problem was Xia Tian’s sword.
This first-kill reward was not an antique. It was the latest product of the year of the Cold Weapons Department of the world’s largest weapons manufacturer, Heaven’s Work Pavilion. Even though the restriction on single-molecule function had not yet been lifted, crushing an old stainless steel product was extremely easy, just like crushing an ant.
“Doomsday Beast” and Qi Qing’s sword slammed into each other with great force. There was a stalemate for about three seconds, but Xia Tian’s strength was far too great. The instant their swords met, Qi Qing wanted to draw back his sword, but it was too late.
A few seconds later, his longsword shattered into pieces under the blow of the latest product of Heaven’s Work Pavilion, and half of the sword flew out diagonally, hitting the outer wall of the arsenal and striking up a few sparks. Xia Tian swung his sword down again.
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Qi Qing took a step back and used the broken sword to block the hit. The two swords clanged together for the second time, and Qi Qing’s sword broke again—
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The warm trickle of blood flowed through his fingers. But he did not take a step back, just stared at Xia Tian like he was seeing a ghost.
But Xia Tian did not have any time to pay attention to the other party’s expressions because the mohawk head, one of Qi Qing’s teammates who had done the “lubrication”, had already started rushing towards him.
But when he had just started moving towards Xia Tian, Bai Jingan came to block him. The mohawk head raised his sword to attack, but Bai Jingan blocked it and the blade sliced through, the hilt hitting the other party’s nose so hard that the sound of bone breaking could be clearly heard.
Wearing a cold and stern expression and emanating a bloodthirsty aura, the mohawk head raised his sword to block the incoming strike, but inexplicably, Bai Jingan’s blade slid past his sword and pierced his throat.
Xia Tian and Bai Jingan’s eyes met for a second, and both had the same brooding killing intent in their eyes.
Xia Tian took a step forward and blocked the blade of an attacker before backhandedly thrusting his sword toward the opponent’s left shoulder. Xia Tian’s attack was so powerful that, although the man was able to block it, the next second, the sword in his hand shattered, and Xia Tian’s sword crossed the broken steel and slashed diagonally into his shoulder.
Xia Tian felt the sensation of the sword blade cutting into the enemy’s bones and muscles; this feeling was quite familiar, it was an ingrained part of his life.
All the people around them joined the battle. They were the group of dogs raised by the planning team.
He ignored the swords that greeted him. He didn’t even retract his sword and the ‘Marshmallow’ instantly changed into a dagger as he charged towards the black jacket.
The man lifted his sword up in time to block the incoming strike, deflecting Xia Tian’s sword to the side in the process, before immediately thrusting the sword towards Xia Tian’s shoulder, piercing through it. This was the same sword that the man had used to cut into the dead and tortured bodies half an hour ago.
At the same moment, Xia Tian fiercely stabbed the Marshmallow into the chest of the black jacket.
The blade elongated instantaneously, and Xia Tian pulled down hard—
Then he drew the sword back as soon as he could and attacked the fourth man with his backhand.
Beneath their feet was a makeshift construction slab laid on top of the large pit in the arsenal. The ground beneath their feet felt very empty, as if they were fighting above the abyss.
Xia Tian put to the fullest advantage the lessons he had gained in the Lower City gladiatorial arena: To abandon all caution and kill as many people as he could. Maybe he didn’t learn it, rather it was already ingrained in his bones. Anyway, he simply had to act in this manner when it came to this kind of stuff.
There was no tactic to say. The elite group was already large in size, making it easier for the organizers to control the situation. What they could do was to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.
Xia Tian knew he couldn’t win against so many people, so he had to be quick enough, at any cost.
The bald head blocked the incoming strike and retreated quickly. Xia Tian’s weapon was just too domineering.
But under Xia Tian’s hand, the sword turned into a whip, making it impossible to see in the night. The man only felt a tightening around his neck as the long, dark whip wrapped around him.
Xia Tian yanked the whip towards himself. The man stumbled to his feet, grabbing the whip unconsciously with one hand, but in the next moment, the whip turned into a blade in his hand and sliced through his throat.
Xia Tian turned just in time to see Qi Qing thrust over a sword, and he grabbed it with bare hands.
The killer and pervert from Zone M looked at him viciously, and blood was still jetting from his neck. It seemed that he had just pulled someone’s sword and rushed towards him.
Blood flowed freely between Xia Tian’s fingertips. They stared at each other, both bloodied and desperate. Their smiles were just façade. This was the most primitive fierce battle.
The dying Qi Qing grasped the hilt of his sword with a deadly grip. Like a fierce ghost, he wanted to drag this person to the same fate as him as he died.
“You are crazy!” Qi Qing exclaimed.
“I know,” Xia Tian replied.
From his peripheral vision, Xia Tian caught a glimpse of a red-haired man charging at him from the side, the chill of the blade penetrating into his shirt. In the next moment, a sword stuck straight into the person’s head, and with a violent thrust, the sword slanted sideways. The strength was so great that the impaled opponent was dead before he even hit the ground.
Without even looking back, he knew it was Bai Jingan.
Xia Tian looked at Qi Qing and suddenly smiled.
At the same time, the ‘Marshmallow’ in his right hand dissipated, crawling up his wrist like a black snake. He released his grip on Qi Qing’s sword, allowing it to pierce his body.
The man staggered forward and rushed at Xia Tian.
Xia Tian raised his hand. No one saw the sword in his hand; it hadn’t fully grown out. It was just a nail-sized razor-sharp blade, like all the trashy weapons randomly found in the Lower City, but it smote precisely at his enemy’s neck and severed his throat.
Xia Tian pulled out the sword that had been stabbed into his body. The wound inflicted was quite severe, but he didn’t bother to check it.
He did not even give a passing glance at Qi Qing’s corpse. That person no longer had the same innocent smile he used to have, as if he had gotten the VIP ticket to the amusement park. Right now, he was covered in blood, his two empty eyes reflecting the light of the sky.
The hell pass given to him by the planning team after the 195th session had finally turned invalid.
Xia Tian stepped forward and reached out to block a long sword that was sneaking up on Eric. At that moment, he saw the opponent’s eyes; although he was an experienced player, his eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty. Swinging his blade around, Xia Tian charged towards the other party without a moment’s delay.
All the people in the “elite group” around him had joined the battle, and he didn’t know who this guy was, but he was going to kill him.
The Lawyer-in-charge stood by, coldly watching the players fight.
His attendants stood quietly behind him, like a group of close spectators.
There was chaos in front of the arsenal. It had only been five minutes since the battle began, and the crowd below was already raring to rush up. But the elite group had strength in numbers so the situation was not yet clear.
Under the makeup artist’s care, Mr. Angus had the demeanor of a benevolent Elder, but as a former star of the Killing Show, he had to check the media records to remember the number of lives he had taken with his hands. His ability to fight as a Killing Show player wasn’t the only thing that helped him get the amnesty. Only God knew how much blood he had on his hands, how much dirty work he had to do, and how he had to maintain a good relationship with the planning team to get that ticket to leave the show.
He looked at the scene in front of him with a look of interest, but his pupils showed his indifference.
“I just love this kind of big drama. Come to think of it, it’s been going on for almost two hundred years,” he said to An Xiaoyin, “You are still young, so you don’t understand that there is no escape from this place. I’ve seen a lot of people like Xia Tian. Now is the time you should have sex with him and make a name for yourself. He, well… tsk, just look at this body.”
He laughed.
“Don’t make that expression, that’s how this place is,” he said, unconcerned whether Xia Tian or someone else heard him. “He will at least have a good time, otherwise what else would he want?”
Behind Xia Tian was the edge of the building board, and under the light, it seemed like a bottomless abyss.
He could feel a blade piercing his body, but it wasn’t very painful, and he couldn’t tell the extent of the injury. He grabbed the sword blade, and at the same time, pierced it into the enemy’s neck and pulled back sharply.
Another dog from the planning team fell off the edge of the floor and into the darkness, never to be seen again.
He suddenly turned his head and gazed at the Lawyer-in-charge. The latter was neatly dressed and stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching the bloodbath with a gaze of elegant boredom and a touch of “I’ve seen too much of all this”.
He was looking down at his phone, possibly a message from the planning team. He continued to say to An Xiaoyin: “What you can do is dress beautifully when standing on the corpse, then some powerful people may be willing to have some fun with you.”
Xia Tian made a beeline for him.
A man with red dyed hair rushed forward and Xia Tian’s blade slid right through his sword. He was so quick that before the man could exert any force, his sword had already pierced straight into the opponent’s chest.
This strategy of using the opponent’s momentum against them was carried out really beautifully. Xia Tian no longer had the strength to make any avigorous movements, but he could still kill.
He continued to walk in the direction of the door. The Lawyer-in-charge finally realized Xia Tian’s target and raised his head, staring at him with a deadly stare.
Xia Tian also stared back at him. The face that had seen so much killing and betrayal, done so much dirty work, but was now well-maintained and was in a safe place.
A tall man, probably a star, who was unusually skilled with swords, tried to block him, but Xia Tian couldn’t remember who this person was. He assessed the situation the instant he saw it: There was no way I could win in my current state.
With a poker face, he continued walking forward, while quietly tossing the ‘Marshmallow’ to his left hand.
The man’s sword stabbed at a precise and tricky angle, and Xia Tian did not bother to dodge or duck. His opponent’s sword pierced his arm unhindered, piercing the skin and muscles, but he turned a blind eye to it and took a step forward before stabbing the man in the throat.
He continued to charge forward without stopping, and the body behind him fell into the abyss. The whole thing lasted for a mere 3 seconds and it was as if it were not even worth mentioning.
He had factored his hand injury into the whole equation as if the arm was not his. It was a calm demeanor to the point of cruelty.
Meanwhile, Xia Tian rushed to the side of the Lawyer-in-charge’s team.
Angus’ expression finally changed. He took a step back. He was an expert, but this time he almost fell down. The bodyguards beside him—all NPCs and cyborgs who were mainly used for sex and dramatic effects, and had fighting power far below the level of the Killing Show stars—didn’t react at all, just stared at Xia Tian in a stupor.
Under the bright lights and heavy shadows of the arsenal, Xia Tian looked like a God of Killing who had walked out of hell. His eyes were bloodshot and he exuded an endless cold murderous aura.
It was always like this. The anguish, insults, and mockery would only incite ferocity. Angus wanted to grab the sword from the man next to him, but it was too late.
Xia Tian’s footsteps didn’t stop. The sharp sword blade turned into a deadly cold wind under the light, and swept down—
Then his movements stopped. The sword blade pressed against Angus’ neck, and bright red blood poured out and stained his collar. Under the light, the man who had been pampered for so many years was as pale as a ghost, ready to be swallowed up by the night at any time.
The Lawyer-in-charge held a gun in his hand. The safety was open, and the muzzle was pointed against Xia Tian’s forehead.
Xia Tian smiled at him.
It was really a violation of the rules.
Hoping he gets a swift death like Qi Qing. Those kind of people are the worst.