Xie Shaoning was suffocating from the pain, but couldn’t even manage to curse—the realization hit her like ice water: she had thought their bond was genuine, when really he was just afraid of wasting her blood.
Fine, just fine. Her heart felt utterly frozen.
Jin Wen Xing Meng Yue finished moving Little Xie and walked straight to the center of the arena, turning expectantly toward Wolf Warrior 005.
Wolf Warrior 005 gave a slight nod, and in the blink of an eye, had already closed the distance to Jin Wen Xing Meng Yue.
“Your longbow isn’t great for close combat. Do you have another weapon?”
“My weapon was made by the world’s greatest weapon master. It works for both long-range and close combat.”
Jin Wen Xing Meng Yue spun the longbow proudly in her palm, its spikes protruding. She had spent nearly half a year being dead broke—robbing Peter to pay Paul, desperately piecing her team together with nothing but empty promises and big talk—but she had to admit, her weapon outclassed even Unstoppable Black Whirlwind’s. Something to be proud of!
Wolf Warrior 005 nodded. Fighting with a close-matched teammate was interesting; a one-sided beatdown wasn’t worth his time. So he drew his own weapon.
Jin Wen Xing Meng Yue paused. One second Wolf Warrior 005’s hands were empty, and the next, a pair of gleaming silver Emei daggers appeared in them. Their diamond-shaped blades glinted coldly, black ropes wrapped around the hilts, tiny iron balls dangling from the ends. They looked small, but anyone with half a brain could tell they were far from simple.
And Wolf Warriors’ skills never needed questioning—Jin Wen Xing Meng Yue had long accepted that truth. She dialed her wariness up to maximum.
She plucked her bowstring rapidly, releasing sonic-wave control. Wolf Warrior 005 was surprised but entirely unfazed. His stance paused for a fraction of a second, then he twisted his wrist, the dagger’s blade slicing diagonally through the air. It struck the incoming ripples of sound precisely, splitting them apart as he closed in fast.
Their fight was spectacular, but both held back their trump cards and skills. It was clear, however, that Wolf Warrior 005 had the edge in raw strength.
The daggers were brutally aggressive, and Jin Wen Xing Meng Yue remained constantly wary of those black iron balls—only a fool would believe they were mere decorations.
But Wolf Warrior 005 never made a move to use them, leaving her nerves jangled and uncertain.
They exchanged blows, testing each other’s limits, gradually increasing the intensity. Wounds began to appear on both their bodies. When they sensed enough blood had been shed, they parted with restraint and each carried their blood to feed the glass.
The next group was supposed to step up, but a heavy silence fell instead.
Wang Bu Yu had her head nearly buried in her stomach. She didn’t want to fight in front of everyone, but her nature made it impossible for her to refuse Unstoppable Black Whirlwind’s suggestions—especially since this plan was the most convenient way to solve their current problem.
Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy also didn’t want to go. If the blood quota was already met, wasn’t there no need to reveal more of her abilities? She’d bleed less and come out ahead!
HandsomeBoyMe188 had the same thought. But the next second, he caught Unstoppable Black Whirlwind’s knowing smile and charged forward defiantly. “Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy, hurry up! What’s with all the dragging your feet? You’re the one with a million little plans in your head!”
Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy was furious. Why was this idiot so enthusiastic?
Even if Unstoppable Black Whirlwind and Master Huixin fell to the bottom, wasn’t there still Wang Bu Yu and Subway Line 5? Both of them looked like pushovers—wouldn’t a little prodding get them to step up?
Annoying! Seething with rage, Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy activated her helmet’s noise function and cranked it to max frequency.
The sudden sonic waves slammed into HandsomeBoyMe188’s brain, rattling him. When he snapped to, he found blood streaming from his eyes, nose, and mouth…
Instantly, he extended both arms to impossible lengths, lunging straight for Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy’s helmet—he just wanted that wretched noise to stop now!
Only then did the spectators realize what had happened. So Instant Noodle Hair Flower’s could control her filthy noise attack’s range—it wasn’t indiscriminate after all. They finally uncovered their ears.
From the very start, the fight between these two was driven by fury and resentment, so their blows landed especially hard. Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy’s attacks leaned more toward mental damage.
Although HandsomeBoyMe188 wasn’t too afraid of physical attacks, he had no defense against mental ones.
He coughed up blood wildly as he struggled to find a way out. His elongated arms flailed in the air, but Flower Fairy dodged them gracefully. She seemed to have figured out his weakness, circling him deliberately to keep the high-frequency soundwaves locked onto him.
The ache in his skull grew unbearable. His vision started blurring. Gritting his teeth, HandsomeBoyMe188 suddenly retracted his elongated arms, clenched his fists tight, and slammed them hard into the ground!
The blood-soaked floor had lost some of its iron-solid nature. As gravel shot up in a dusty cloud, he used the cover to charge at Instant Noodle Hair Flower Fairy, making a grab for her helmet’s buckle.
Flower Fairy hurriedly raised a hand to block, but that was exactly what HandsomeBoyMe188 had been counting on. Instead of going for the helmet, he produced two sharp knives and drove them straight into her abdomen.
She only realized the feint when it was already too late. Her stomach was nearly skewered through.
But HandsomeBoyMe188 wasn’t much better off. Black spots flooded his vision, one after another, then another… blood sprayed from all seven orifices. The moment he closed in, he’d felt like he was dying. Now his skull throbbed and screamed. Both of them lay sprawled in the center of the arena, unable to move a muscle.
Seeing no one else stepping in, Master Huixin intoned “Amitabha,” walked over, and dragged both of them over to the window.
HandsomeBoyMe188 let out a faint sigh of relief. Lying here quietly bleeding was surprisingly comfortable—much better than listening to that damned noise any longer.
When he’d first arrived at [The Gathering of Gods], he’d dreamed of taking first place and making a name for himself. Now… he just wanted to get out alive.
Subway Line 5 was sharp enough to read the room. It was obvious that Unstoppable Black Whirlwind and Master Huixin were planning to take last place. So why not go up now!
Being second-to-last in the lineup was already advantageous. One whole pane of glass was already filled with cracks, but when they pounded on it, they found it still wouldn’t shatter. Might as well take the initiative.
Wang Bu Yu’s weapon was nothing but an ordinary-looking silver machete. She gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, looking extremely nervous…
It made Subway Line 5 reluctant even to fight. Nobody wanted to be her opponent. People also found her a bit odd—but maybe her skills had nothing to do with combat.
Their fight wouldn’t be entertaining enough anyway, with the entire national server watching. Winning wouldn’t earn any credit and would only invite accusations of scraping by on cheap luck.
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