Befriending the Scholar
The Meteorite, wreathed in Black Flames and swirling winds, was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over the throne in Mythic, instantly extinguishing any remaining strange ideas.
Shan Yixian shifted his gaze from the breathtaking creation in the sky to Su Luo, carefully examining her.
Aside from her face being slightly pale from the sudden and immense exertion, Su Luo's breathing remained steady and long, as if the feat of altering the celestial phenomena just now was merely a routine warm-up.
Such a supermodel? Performing such a complex skill set on such a scale, yet showing little sign of backlash or significant cost?
"You... you're really not some kind of God of Magic or something?"
"He is Scholar."
Su Luo went back to her own business.
Shan Yixian secretly touched the several Perfect -quality items he was carrying, assessed the strength of the two, and felt that they were going to be a bit difficult to deal with.
Judging from the current situation, it's unlikely that a one-on-one fight will be successful in a short time; the opponent definitely has other methods up their sleeve.
Moreover, this guy has pretty high Constitution Attributes, so it won't be easy for him to deal with if he tries anything underhanded.
Not to mention...
Shan Yixian's gaze fell on Song Shige beside her.
There's another guy here who doesn't know his own limitations.
Suddenly, a message popped up in front of Shan Yixian's eyes.
[Information Prompt]
[Suggestion: Make friends with Scholars ]
Looking at the indicator box for his Talent, Shan Yixian smiled with relief.
Before entering the District War, he was reminded that "Continued Battle" was very important, but now he is being told to befriend Scholars and give up first place.
This was the first time he had ever witnessed his own Talent— the interplay of his left and right hemispheres.
It seems that in determining the value of [Information Prompt], their significance is actually greater than the current District War ranking and qualification for Continued Battle.
With his mind at ease, Shan Yixian's last bit of competitive spirit vanished. He shrugged nonchalantly and glanced at Binluk and Layton.
"In that case, I'll take second place. You two shouldn't have any objections, right?"
There are three minutes left to finish the preparation.
"Yes, brother, yes, you can only get third place."
"Then there's nothing more to say. Let's start with a match, to show the kids what a top-level competition looks like." Shan Yixian began to stretch his muscles.
I'm not good at fighting.
Layton said something, and then produced a long object out of thin air.
It was a slender, streamlined cylinder with clean, austere lines. Its silver-gray metallic coating reflected a cold luster under the artificial sunlight. The surface was so smooth that it had no superfluous decoration, exuding the ultimate texture and power of industrial creation.
Shan Yixian's attention was drawn, and she almost blurted out, "This... a missile?!"
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.
"What missile? You're really ignorant," Binluk said.
The B91-13-type nuclear bomb is approximately 3.66 meters long, weighs 374.2 kilograms, has guided tail fins, and is classified as a nuclear bomb. Its maximum explosive yield can reach 360 kilotons of TNT equivalent.
What the heck?!
Nuclear bomb?!
"Where did this come from? If you set this on fire, you won't be able to escape either!" Shan Yixian was genuinely terrified. His hair stood on end, and he almost instinctively took several steps back, while simultaneously pulling out a doll-like prop to protect himself.
"You seem to have forgotten my profession," Layton said.
"This."
Binluk patted the outer casing of the nuclear bomb twice, then patted Layton on the shoulder.
"With this added, wouldn't it allow us to occupy the rankings standing up?!"
Shan Yixian's expression changed, and he flew away on his own.
Layton turned his head and saw Song Shige staring at him Jingjing.
"It will take some time to start up, right?"
Layton touched his red nose, got on Binluk's little motorcycle, and drove away.
Seeing that the strongest Forbidden Class had reached a "consensus" and revealed this trump card that could overturn the table.
Professionals in other areas were even more terrified, scattering as quickly as possible to return to their Sanctuary, far away from Zone 76, an area where the Fire Domain Meteorite hung overhead.
Earlier, Yin Haoguang distributed a strange doll made of flesh and blood tissue to everyone, whispering, "[Flesh-and-Blood Communication Doll], can communicate by voice over short distances."
[Preparation time ended]
[District War Officially Begins]
[Elimination begins!]
The system notification sounded coldly.
There was no actual fighting on the field; everyone was secretly exchanging insults using flesh-and-blood communication dolls.
After all, in this world, you need influence and connections.
Can you fight? If you can fight... then there's no need to say any more...
Everyone quietly observed the top three areas already reserved for this District War, especially the four Forbidden Class.
They were terrified that the people would go crazy and come over to attack them.
Absolute force, at this moment, created a distorted and fragile absolute Order.
From this moment on, the rules of this competition, known as "elimination," have been completely rewritten silently by a few top contenders.
Meanwhile, the area with four professionals was thoughtfully observing the direction of Shan Yixian's Sanctuary.
The other two areas with Forbidden Class have resorted to force. How strong is this guy?
"That's more like it. Fighting to the death is so boring," Song Shige said.
Upon hearing this, Xi Ji, who was standing Xi Ji behind him, twitched his lips almost imperceptibly.
President, you didn't say that when you killed people before.
After discussing a few words with Su Luo, Song Shige turned to Xi Ji and the others and said:
"They'll have a sparring session later to test their skills and determine their rankings. You don't have to be idle; you can actively seek out opponents from other regions to spar with, practice, and personally experience what the top professionals in the world are all like."
"This... Chairman, Consultant Su."
Jun Lebao hesitated upon hearing this.
"If we join the war, will it affect your respective contribution assessments?"
They originally came here to live off welfare, and their individual points are calculated based on a percentage of contribution. If they were to participate in the battle, it would likely reduce the original contribution percentage of Su Luo and Song Shige.
"It's alright, our goal is to Continued Battle. You guys go and practice on your own," Su Luo said calmly.
Jun Lebao nodded solemnly, as if he had received a stroke of Fortuitous Opportunity.
This feeling... is exactly like that of a favored Inner Sect disciple in a sect, who has received the approval and protection of the patriarch and can confidently go down the mountain to train!
The area where the two madmen are located.
The moment the system announced the start, the long-tongued madman stopped licking the snacks mixed with dirt and filth on the ground. He tilted his head and Lock-On his innocent eyes on the pale body that had lost its head a few meters away.
He began to kiss its collarbone as if it were a lover's.
A sickening chewing and sucking sound rang out.
The long-tongued madman, as if savoring the finest delicacy, began to devour it greedily. He ate with utmost devotion, starting from the neck and moving downwards, like the most devout diner, unwilling to waste a single drop.
After loving it from head to toe, he sat back down on the dilapidated threshold of his Sanctuary, still wanting more, stroking his noticeably swollen belly. His long tongue slowly retracted into his mouth and disappeared.