pjbooks Chapter 246, the final stage begins.
Chapter 246, the final stage begins.
Use a sharp blade to cut through the skin and flesh.
The sound was extremely soft.
The "shadow's" thin body suddenly froze.
The poisoned dagger he held in reverse was less than three centimeters from Chen Yifan's neck.
The cruel smile on his face had not yet faded.
A very thin red line suddenly appeared at his Adam's apple.
The red line expanded rapidly.
Hot blood gushed out.
A head fell.
It rolled a long way on the asphalt road full of ruins.
There was complete silence all around.
The North American chapter members, who had been making a ruckus just moments before, fell silent.
The good-for-nothing they saw stood there unharmed.
Their prized top assassin has already been decapitated.
Barton's facial muscles twitched violently twice.
He stared intently at Chen Yifan.
As a third-level expert, he did not see clearly what happened in that instant.
There are no skill visual effects.
There were no psionic fluctuations.
It's simply about speed.
It was so fast that it exceeded the visual capture limit of a third-tier expert.
On Mu Wanqing's side, Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu were already used to it.
Old K pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the young man who had been following the young lady closely.
Zhao Hu's eyelids twitched violently.
He was just thinking about how to help Chen Yifan collect his body.
Now he's just glad he didn't completely offend this kid back in the dungeon.
At that speed, he absolutely couldn't stop it with his tower shield.
Chen Yifan stood beside the pool of blood, disdainfully flicking the dagger he had taken.
He looked up, his face immediately contorting with panic and confusion.
"Um..."
He took two steps back, his voice trembling noticeably.
"I really didn't mean to."
"I just slipped and didn't hold the knife properly."
"He was running too fast, and his neck hit the blade directly."
"puff--"
Wang Fugui almost couldn't hold back and burst out laughing on the spot.
He quickly covered his mouth tightly, his face turning red, and his whole body trembling with fat.
Fanzi, you're a real genius!
This is such a fabricated story, you didn't even need to write a draft?
The others, however, were once again collectively petrified.
Did it run into itself?
Do you think all these eyes here are blind?
Patton's face had turned from blue to purple, and finally, to an iron-black color.
He felt as if a volcano was trapped in his chest, ready to erupt at any moment.
He felt his intelligence being repeatedly and thoroughly rubbed against the ground by this kid in front of him.
"You...you're...asking for death!"
Finally, Patton managed to squeeze out those three words.
Every word seemed to have been pulled from an ice cellar, carrying a chilling coldness.
An extremely violent aura suddenly erupted from his body!
The ground beneath his feet could no longer withstand the force, cracking inch by inch, and dust billowed up!
He's going to do it himself!
He wanted to personally tear this little bastard who dared to mock him to pieces!
however.
Just as he was about to make his move.
"Wait a moment!"
A cool, yet authoritative voice rang out.
It was Mu Wanqing.
She slowly walked out from the crowd.
She walked up to Chen Yifan and shielded him behind her.
She met Barton's almost murderous gaze without the slightest fear on her face, and simply said, "Barton, you lost."
"Lost?" Barton's anger flared even more fiercely, as if doused with hot oil. "My men are dead, and you're telling me I lost?!"
"A trial of honor, a one-on-one duel." Mu Wanqing's voice remained calm, yet every word was piercing. "In the first match, your top warrior was slain by my men."
"In the second match, your prized top assassin also died at the hands of my men."
"Two to zero."
She extended two slender, white fingers; the movement was elegant, yet full of provocation.
"According to the rules, this trial is now over."
"What else do you have to say?"
Barton's breathing became incredibly heavy.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Mu Wanqing.
Reason told him that Mu Wanqing was right.
According to the rules, he did indeed lose.
But he couldn't swallow this insult!
We can't let his North American branch lose face here!
"Rules?" Barton suddenly grinned maliciously, a smile filled with madness. "Here, I, Barton, am the rules!"
"Today, you will all die!"
He no longer cared about any damn rules of judgment; he wanted to use the most direct and barbaric method to wash away his shame!
"Everyone! Ready..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because a voice interrupted him.
"Oh, General, you're mistaken about that."
Chen Yifan poked his head out from behind Mu Wanqing again.
He looked at Barton with a disappointed expression that said, "How could you do this?"
"We're all civilized people, how can we resort to violence so easily?"
"Besides, we're here to reason, not to fight."
"Look, my younger brother was almost beaten to death just now trying to prove his innocence."
"I was just acting in self-defense, and I accidentally killed him."
"This is all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding."
His words were spoken with such sincerity and such a sense of grievance.
It was as if he were the biggest victim.
Looking at his face, which was brimming with "sincerity," Barton felt his temples throbbing.
He had never seen such a shameless person in his entire life!
"Fanzi, stop wasting your breath on him!" Wang Fugui, who had been standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his shield and roared at Patton, "If you want to fight, then fight! Your grandpa Wang is ready to fight to the end!"
"Yes, let's fight!" Zhao Hu was also going all out. Although he was scared, he absolutely could not lose in terms of momentum at this moment.
Tensions rose between the two sides, and a major battle was imminent.
At this critical moment.
"Boom—Rumble—Rumble—"
A muffled, earthquake-like rumble echoed from the depths of the city.
Immediately afterwards, a blinding, blood-red beam of light shot into the sky!
The entire gray sky was stained with an ominous blood color!
An indescribable, terrifying aura, filled with chaos, evil, and madness, swept through the entire "Cage of the Winners" like a tsunami!
At that moment, everyone's expression changed.
They all looked up at the crimson pillar of light without prior arrangement.
A chill emanating from the depths of their souls caused their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.
What is that?
"This is..." Old K's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his voice trembled, "...the final stage has begun."
"The final stage?" Wang Fugui looked bewildered.
Old K didn't answer him, but stared intently at the blood-red beam of light, his eyes filled with undisguised fear.
"All virtual chips will be forcibly activated."
"The carrier's location will be completely exposed."
The rules of the game have changed.
"Now, it's no longer hunting."
"But..."
His voice paused for a moment before he squeezed out the last two words through clenched teeth.
"...Treasure hunting."
The voice just fell.
A light, bright or dim, shone from everyone present.
Those were the energy fluctuations emitted by the void tokens they carried after they were forcibly activated.
Among them, the most outstanding was undoubtedly Mu Wanqing.
The light emanating from the more than eight hundred chips she carried was like a 300-watt light bulb, dazzlingly bright in the dimly lit street.
In an instant, everyone's gaze changed.
The way Patton and his men looked at Xiang Muwanqing was no longer filled with anger.
It was naked, undisguised greed!
If before, they just wanted to get revenge.
Now they have an even stronger reason to keep Mu Wanqing and the others here!
"Hahahaha!" Barton suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with madness and triumph. "Mu Wanqing! It seems even the heavens are on my side!"
"Today, you and all the chips you hold will become my spoils!"
He no longer had any reservations, and the battle axe in his hand was pointed at Mu Wanqing.
"Everyone, charge!"
"Kill them! Take all the chips!"