Multi-purpose Venue interior.
The students about to participate in the Deathmatch Duel have all arrived at their designated positions, quietly waiting for the arrival of the second round Deathmatch Duel.
“Please everyone relax and stay calm.” Chen Li sat on the rostrum, casually saying so formal words.
Liang Fuzhong and the counseling teachers from other classes finished counting the numbers and returned to the rostrum one after another.
Many students shifted their gaze upward to the huge clock at the top of the hall.
The longest second hand on the dial was approaching the scheduled ti step by step.
No one needed to stand out to maintain order; the students in the venue naturally quieted down.
Over hundreds of years, everyone knew the Deathmatch System was extrely punctual and had never been late.
Students and faculty alike all gazed at the clock above, silently counting in their hearts.
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
At the precise mont, a chanical prompt devoid of any emotion simultaneously appeared in the mind of every student in the venue.
[Ding!]
[Second round Deathmatch Duel opened.]
[Teleportation beginning!]
……
[Deathmatch Arena Number: 87****1062]
[Userna: Rena26LB (temporarily cannot modify)]
[Main Title equipped: Pure Smile]
[Secondary Titles equipped: Head Chopper Butcher, Ultimate Murderer]
[Talent: 18.2]
[Current Points: 0]
[Current Rank: 500/500]
[Ability: Flash Ti]
[Note! First round Ability Pool opened, selection available]
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
Lu Bai quickly recovered from the dizziness of teleportation and imdiately noticed the erald green light constantly flashing above his head, emanating a vibrant and lively aura.
He looked up, and the four large characters “Pure Smile” were abruptly hovering above his head, while above this green title, there were prominently two rows of red-black artistic font.
“Head Chopper Butcher” and “Ultimate Murderer,” these two titles were ferociously styled in cursive script both horizontally and vertically, their blood-dripping color inspiring fear at first sight.
His eyelids twitched.
Sure enough, what the Death Fighter Forum said was true: equipped titles would display in the Deathmatch Arena, with an art style similar to so trashy mobile ga that boasts one slash 9999 damage.
Unfortunately, once equipped, titles couldn’t be unequipped, only hidden or replaced, and the main title didn’t even have a hide option.
Luckily only Death Fighters could see them; otherwise, he’d probably be beaten to death as a monster by the natives right upon entering the Deathmatch Arena.
Lu Bai silently hid the two secondary titles, forcing himself to accept this reality.
At this point, better to check this round’s Ability Pool first.
He turned to open the ability selection.
A semi-transparent data panel appeared before his retinas, blocked by three segnted screens.
[Quick Thinking (Silver): Increases own thinking speed, very likely to cause brain damage.]
[Armory II (Silver): Opens II-level Armory and randomly obtains one special weapon from it.]
[You Are Called Li Si (Silver): Forces target to rena to Li Si.]
Just a Silver Level Ability Pool?
This ant other Death Fighters’ first round Ability Pools were only White.
Lu Bai frowned slightly; he didn’t think like most Death Fighters that lower level Ability Pools were better.
For him, the higher the Ability Pool level, the greater his advantage.
However,
Whatever.
At least not as flashy as the titles.
“Wang Ting, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, there are stars in your eyes…”
Just as Lu Bai was hesitating whether to gamble like a gambler, a man’s deep affectionate confession suddenly drifted to his ears on the wind.
Temporarily exiting the Personal Interface, Lu Bai thought to observe his current situation.
No wonder he occasionally felt gusts of wind; turns out, he was currently at an altitude of a thousand ters.
More precisely, in a flying manned hot air balloon.
In the basket below the hot air balloon, including him, there were three people total.
Among them, that man and woman were probably either husband and wife or lovers.
And his identity seed to be the pilot of this hot air balloon?
How do you drive this thing?
He glanced at the three instrunts to his right: altiter, ascent/descent speedoter, and thermoter.
Easy enough to identify, but how to operate them specifically would still require so luck.
At the other end of the basket, the man wore a neat suit, tall and handso in figure.
As he spoke sweet words, he took out a diamond ring from his bosom, knelt on one knee, and said affectionately: “Will you marry ?”
Wang Ting expressionless: “No.”
“Whoa… this is awkward.”
Lu Bai’s hands, prepared to clap, froze in place.
He had originally planned to share so bad news after the atmosphere turned warm to liven things up, but unexpectedly the woman rejected him on the spot.
Telling them now that he didn’t know how to fly the hot air balloon seed a bit tactless.
He scratched the back of his head guilelessly: “Landing this thing should take half… maybe a whole hour. What should we chat about next?”
No one paid him any attention.
The man looked dejected, just standing up when he staggered again, clearly not yet recovered from the blow.
But strangely, Wang Ting didn’t speak either, giving off a very anomalous feeling.
Sothing’s off.
At this thought, Lu Bai narrowed his eyes.
He carefully recalled: when this woman spoke, though only one word, her tone felt subtly off.
Just like soone who had just learned to speak.
“No, it’s not like that, you’re joking, right?”
Coming back to his senses, the man placed both hands on the woman’s shoulders.
Forcing an ugly smile: “You told
you wanted
to propose to you in the sky, you said you thought it was romantic, you must be joking with , right?”
The man rambled on, like he’d lost his mind, like a drowning man grasping for that last lifeline.
Wang Ting remained expressionless, letting the man shake her.
Perhaps from being shaken too much, Wang Ting’s face cracked open on the spot.
Her entire head unfolded rapidly like a crumpled ball of string.
The ends of these extending flesh strips even ford bone spikes and bone blades glistening with cold light.
Seeing this, the man felt his own head about to split open.
Scared shitless, he collapsed to the ground: “I must be dreaming.”
His two legs flailed nonstop, trying to put distance between him and Wang Ting.
“Whoa! Alien!”
Lu Bai unconsciously smiled: “No, this thing looks more like a Parasite Beast.”
Wang Ting’s figure from the neck down was still so alluring, but her head had turned into a ferocious monster; compared to the Parasite Beast in Lu Bai’s mory, it just lacked those tallic blades.
However, that eerie white bone blade didn’t look low in sharpness either.
Swoosh!
Wang Ting stood still, controlling one flesh strip to whistle through the air, creating a sharp whooshing sound.
The man sat paralyzed on the ground, eyes wide staring at the approaching flesh strip, completely unable to make any counteraction.
The next instant, Lu Bai suddenly activated [Flash Ti], and during the ti stop, he reached out to grab the man’s collar at the back of his neck, yanking him backward a bit, thus avoiding the scene of the man’s head being severed.
This action of his naturally drew Wang Ting’s attention.
The monster, like a cold killer, attacked again without a word.
It swung its upper body, sweeping a flesh strip tipped with a bone blade toward him.
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