It was Silver Hand who stopped Mu Sha from committing suicide.
"Are you a devil?" the marbled pig said. "If he commits suicide, we can clock out and go ho."
"No way!" Silver Hand said firmly, "If we agreed to fight for ten hours, we will fight for ten hours!"
Mu Sha didn’t know, but his feelings were real.
He was indeed dueling with many strong competitors, including those with dark logic personalities.
As for Gao Xin himself, he was actually sleeping.
Though you can technically rest in the waiting-to-fight area, getting a good sleep is quite difficult.
Because so people’s battles end quickly, and you never know when it might be your turn, at which point you’d be woken up.
By comparison, you can rest better during a duel!
Because there’s no ti limit for a battle.
Theoretically, you could fight indefinitely.
Of course, you can’t engage in passive combat, such as sitting around and chatting.
So, under the pretense of "choosing how to lose," Gao Xin put his computer on standby and went to sleep, letting Silver Hand fight in his stead.
This non-Shura mode was still formidable, possessing about 70% of his full strength; otherwise, how would his head have been able to remain intact while this group protected him, ensuring his body was repaired?
Gao Xin’s main personality wasn’t even a match for Silver Hand and the others...
When he trained in the Thought Palace, he couldn’t beat the combined efforts of Silver Hand, Wei Lan, the marbled pig, Yunzhong Tianyi, and the others, because Silver Hand also had dark logic, which together could completely overwhelm him.
So forget Mu Sha, even if Gao Xin himself were there, he wouldn’t have known how to win... Otherwise, he would have chosen to beco a demon long ago.
Therefore, even though he was comfortably asleep, he was confident about advancing and had no idea how he could lose.
"Still want to commit suicide?"
"Don’t think about leaving until you’ve fought ten hours!"
"Let’s get him, guys!"
Seeing Mu Sha cowering in a corner and refusing to co out, the arms behind Gao Xin imdiately took the initiative to strike.
Either sending a Shockwave with a palm thrust through the air or a laser with a fingertip.
"Boom boom boom swoosh!"
Under the bombardnt of Shura’s arms, Mu Sha initially had so pride.
Thinking: If I can’t beat you, it doesn’t an I can’t kill myself, right?
However, another hour passed, and Mu Sha was bewildered.
He truly couldn’t kill himself!
Tai Sui’s long-range attacks were also very strong.
Shockwave Field, lt Field, Flash Field... one after another, relentlessly executed.
No matter what Mu Sha tried to do, he would be interrupted by those terrifying arms.
This hour, Tai Sui continually battled him with long-range tactics.
And the battlefield, this ti, was on his own body.
He tried everything to kill himself, while Tai Sui did everything to prevent it.
Mu Sha used every trick in the book, barely managing to nearly kill himself at one point.
Then, even more absurdly, Gao Xin’s Repair Field was also potent, actively healing him!
"No way!"
"Referee! Isn’t this passive combat?"
"He’s healing !"
Mu Sha roared, nearly going insane. He couldn’t win, nor could he lose.
But the Angel Envoy said, "This is still combat, as long as there’s still engagent, it’s not passive."
The organizers never imagined such a battle was possible.
A duel to the death, yet one side was beating the other to the point of wanting to live but unable to, and wanting to die but not allowed to!
It wasn’t against the rules, though. What’s a fight to the death? It’s about fighting until one side dies, no matter the process.
The only scenario necessitating intervention was if two participants knew each other and didn’t really engage, opting to chat instead, and then one of them purposely loses; what kind of spectacle would that be for the audience?
But the current situation was different; the two were still fiercely fighting, one desperately wanting to die and the other vehently preventing it. The struggle itself was fascinating.
The audience was thoroughly entertained.
"Ah ah ah, my Mu Sha! Hahaha, why am I laughing at this?"
"Seriously, you can’t even die?"
"The referee is making the right call, killing by torture is still killing. He has the skills to prevent you from dying, show him you can die if you want."
"Co on, Mu Sha! You must succeed in dying!"
"We agreed on ten hours of fierce battle, if you die early, even if Tai Sui wins, he loses!"
"Brilliant, Mu Sha! You’ve shifted the battleground in a way I never anticipated."
"Don’t let Tai Sui get his way! You’re going to win!"
The comnts were explosive, garnering more discussion than any previous battle.
Many people were laughing, but the Quasi-Elephant Kings participating were not amused at all...
Because they might have to face Tai Sui later.
No one understood better than them how strong Mu Sha was.
In past tournants, Mu Sha had only ever lost to Wei Lan!
And now, in this tournant, to be abused by Tai Sui like this?
No matter what the comnts said, they couldn’t find it funny at all.
They were shivering in the heat, feeling cold to their bones, with a chill surging up to the back of their necks.
"Is this... the consequence of choosing to battle for ten hours?"
"Who said that Tai Sui was giving chances?"
"He may strategize to give chances, but tactically, he’s giving none, not even a chance to commit suicide!"
The Quasi-Elephant Kings were sweating profusely, hands and feet icy cold.
It was too cruel, such a pitiful Mu Sha.
This was a battle to be nailed to the pillar of sha, and the nightmare was still eight hours away!
Without a doubt, in this mont, Mu Sha envied the choice made by the terror crocodile.
To be defeated by Tai Sui’s splendid strike that almost crowned him as the Quasi-Elephant King, oh what grace that would have been.
"Pfft!"
A Shockwave hit Mu Sha’s lower body.
"Ugh aah!"
Mu Sha scread in agony and rolled away to dodge.
But he was hit again, his arm bending and breaking in a shockingly unnatural way.
"Boom boom boom!"
The continuous air cannons had him rolling and crawling, until finally, he crawled into a corner and defended himself with an A-grade weapon.
Only then could he barely catch his breath.
However, what followed was the Kinetic Shock Field propelling him in the opposite direction.
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