1041: Chapter 1027: The Third Round 1041: Chapter 1027: The Third Round When he hung up the phone, Lu Ping’an was still a bit dazed.
What had he done to be so hated?
“…Do you have no idea at all?
In the world of professionals, you advance and I retreat.
By getting to this point, how many people’s chances for progress have you squeezed out?”
Heroes win when enemies et on a narrow road, and although Lu Ping’an seed “peaceful,” his continuous victories naturally ant he had tread over the remains of his opponents to get to where he was now.
“Alright, alright…
let the bounty be placed, then.”
It wasn’t the first ti soone was after his head.
Lu Ping’an just shrugged and didn’t take it to heart.
The Secret Realm was not completely sealed off; the audience could co and go, and it seed that contact with the outside was frequent.
“Lu Ping’an…” Big Cat hesitated a bit.
“Whatever is ant to co, will co sooner or later.
Isn’t this how all professionals make their way here?”
Lu Ping’an had a clear understanding; he had long known that so things were unavoidable…
This place, which seed like a prison limiting oneself to outsiders, might also be the most suitable ho ground for him.
“Once they enter this ‘prison,’ they must abide by its rules.
We’ll see who gets the better end of the stick.”
Of course, this was on the premise that he completed his current “project.”
“…What about them?”
“They have already mixed into the crowd.
But they don’t have the profession path of fighters, so their effectiveness is limited.”
As the situation escalated, Lu Ping’an naturally didn’t plan to force through alone; he used his Logistics Team to “upgrade” himself while also having so people blend in with the audience.
Due to the peculiar restrictions of the Secret Realm, their combat prowess was clearly not to be anticipated, but having more Ears and Eyes would facilitate making the correct decisions.
After all, Lu Ping’an dispatched them to make contact for him.
After all, should anything happen, it was better to have more of his own people around…
“…Did you sleep well?
Or perhaps you were too nervous to sleep at all, heh heh, I hope all the contestants had a good rest, since this might be the last night…”
Lu Ping’an checked the ti, it was only seven in the morning, yet the emcee had already started rambling on in the sky.
“…Next up, is the third round, our most beloved and brutal one-on-one fight, and this ti’s rules are…”
“No rules!”
All over the ship, the sa phrase suddenly erupted.
It looked like there were quite a few devout believers here, and Domineering Three Faces happened to be a deity who particularly enjoyed rule-less brawls.
“…Heh, not this ti.
Although rule-less brawls are quite fun, this ti’s rules are more interesting.
This ti…”
Gan Siyi floated in midair, his malice no longer concealed.
“…An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, random equivalent malice rules…”
He laughed happily and then casually gestured, causing empty Floating Islands to appear beneath his feet.
Explaining was too troubleso; it was clearer to just fight one round and watch.
At this mont, above in the sky, there were three “slot machine” style reels spinning furiously, with vague icons twinkling on them.
“Buzz!”
The first reel stopped, showing an amusent park icon.
The next mont, the Floating Island expanded dramatically, with rising skyscrapers, rry-go-rounds, and other common Entertainnt facilities erging from the ground.
This was a terrain card, determining the location of the battle…
it seed that Lu Ping’an had gotten lucky?
At least, his vision was truly sharp enough to spot the group of penguins in the icy snow, and the Volcano belt spewing blazes.
“Buzz!”
This ti, it was a reel split into two halves.
The first one stopped on a bald head, the second also stopped on a bald head…
Ugh, this wasn’t just a joke but an embarrassing reality.
The high pass rate for martial monks ant they were also easily selected.
The two unlucky individuals didn’t even comprehend what was happening when they suddenly plumted down onto so part of the amusent park.
It looked pretty Normal for now, nothing more than using the Secret Realm’s privilege to make so minimal alterations to the world’s surface to make Dreams Co True.
But to think that the God of Martial Fight would be content with just this would be a severe understatent…
“Buzz!”
The third one stopped, a reddish-gold black.
“Hehe, you two are quite lucky, your draws aren’t too excessive…
This is a moderate disability, you can make a choice, disable your opponent, first co first served, no repeats…”
Before he could finish, a martial monk imdiately understood and took action.
“Right hand!”
The next mont, accompanying the “As the Word is Spoken, So the Law Follows,” the opponent martial monk suddenly lost his right hand…there was nothing but empty space where his hand should be, yet not a single wound.
Clearly, this particular martial monk previously had a formidable ‘One-Arm through Fist’ technique, and now with his hand gone, how could he fight?
“…Right leg.”
The one-ard victim, having recovered, quickly added a statent,
Thus, the one-ard victim was shocked to find his crafty opponent collapsing on the spot…
quite literally face-planting on the ground, entirely unable to get up.
Thus, with heaven’s mutilation and earth’s defect, the opening battle began in an exceptionally cruel and unsightly manner.
Both being incapacitated, it was clear they were unaccustod to their current state; amidst the fierce battle, they occasionally looked up…
“Oh oh oh oh, don’t worry, after the fight you will automatically recover.
It’s really just an illusion; your limbs are still there, you just can’t feel them.”
And with that assurance, the two fighters fought even more directly and more unsightly.
One had lost his favored hand, the other his supporting leg, these being their points of strength…
that they could still fight at all was proof of their toughness.
The audience above also sounded out with jeers…
and then they were silenced by a glance from the emcee above.
The two warriors were in poor shape, very poor, but they still exhibited amazing physique and fighting spirit.
The one without legs simply perford a ‘ground-lying slash,’ using his arms as a pivot to keep moving forward.
And the one with only his left arm kept fighting while retreating, anwhile adjusting his status and gradually treating his left arm as his main hand.
Both sides regained composure from the chaos and surprise; one side utilizing mobility, the other a balance of offense and defense, staunch as a fortress.
But, if it had just been at this level, ‘Domineering Three Faces’ wouldn’t have such a “pleasant” reputation.
“Buzz!”
The sa alert sounded again.
This ti, the third reel was spinning.
“Exhaustion.”
“Moderate poisoning.”
Two at once?
This ti, both were stunned.
But still, the one lying on the ground reacted faster…
“Exhaustion!”
As he spoke, he pointed at his opponent.
The next mont, he collapsed onto the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.
Having made his choice, the “Moderate poisoning” naturally beca his problem.
And his opponent, the one-ard guest, was already drenched in sweat, his pupils as tired as a dead fish’s after a long run, staring fiercely at the unlucky fool coughing up black blood…
“…As the battle goes on, both sides will draw random words, first co first served, but please think carefully…”
The rule for this third round was simple, continuously add equivalent negative statuses to both sides.
To last, one needed not just strength, but also ample determination…
of course, a certain amount of intelligence was required as well.
But then, everyone realized they had underestimated both this thing and the “Evil Gods'” bottom line…
“Female transformation!”
“Crossdressing!”
Really, it’s hard to say which one was more treacherous, more deadly…
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