Backstab

"Sizzle, sizzle,..."

The sound of the Recording Device making photographic prints continued to ring out.

Ye Luo stood in the front row, which was reserved for reporters from all three ethnic groups, diligently recording the competition.

The Psychic Energy in the arena fluctuated constantly as the battle intensified.

Inconspicuously positioned at the back of her collar, something was flickering with Psychic Energy.

If you look closely, you'll find that the tiny glimmer of light resembles a finely shattered blade.

Ye Luo had no idea that something had appeared on her body.

She was very busy. She had to take many photos of Song Haomiao from her own school, as well as many photos of the other players from the Human Race.

Then, she also wanted to take a few photos of other races to keep, as the newspaper might need them.

This morning, she spent most of the day moving around the perimeter of the stadium, taking many ultra-high-definition photos from different angles.

Just now, the Human Race won the first match by a narrow margin.

However, this also came at the cost of two athletes suffering serious injuries.

On the uneven track, shallow pools of crimson water swelled.

Ye Luo steadied her hands, lifted the Recording Device to eye level, and then calmly pressed the Image Capture Button.

She felt she should be proud of their first victory.

Or perhaps it's a feeling of heartache and regret. After all, a serious injury can affect a player's subsequent performance.

But there was nothing, absolutely nothing.

It felt as if a dark hole had been torn in her heart, and all her emotions had fallen and vanished.

All that remained was a blank, tranquil emptiness, leaving her with no choice but to mechanically press the Recording Device.

The concentration of Psychic Energy in the air surrounding Ye Luo slowly increased, but she seemed oblivious to all the changes around her.

A rustling sound began to rise from the depths of her heart, like a myriapod slowly crawling past her ear.

They're just a bunch of weaklings put on a stage.

Their talents are mediocre at best, and their rarity is nowhere near that of my [Spirit Dream Recall].

My Recording Device isn't for recording guys like this.

No! How could I think that?!

Ye Luo's hand trembled, and the Recording Device almost slipped from her grasp, causing her gaze to drift away from the narrow eyepiece.

She carefully held the Recording Device in her hands, only to belatedly realize that she was covered in a cold sweat.

The surrounding area was filled with noisy conversations and deafening cheers and applause.

She felt as if she were in another world amidst the lively atmosphere.

"Ye Luo, classmate."

"Ah!"

Ye Luo was startled by the sound coming from behind her.

When I came to my senses, I realized that the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She turned around, somewhat surprised, and said, "It's you? Senior Lin, don't you need to prepare for the competition?"

"Well, but I'd like to see you before the match starts. Will you cheer me on?"

Hearing Lin Shunan's gentler voice, a blush appeared on Ye Luo's face.

She was somewhat flustered, and the awkwardness she felt earlier vanished instantly.

"Yeah, good luck, senior!"

Seeing that she had returned to normal, Lin Shunan stopped talking and turned to leave.

Tsk, talents involving the soul are such a hassle. It's a good thing I'm easy to fool.

"Wow, so diligent! Are you trying to accelerate her growth so you can use [Spirit Dream Recall] as a bargaining chip?"

Shisui sensed the approach of the two targets through Radiant Feathers and Blade Scales, and observed their every move with great interest.

"Well, that's a pity."

A wicked smile flickered in his Kakugan as he looked down at Lin Shunan was about to step onto the stage.

"What good are chips if you can't even get to the poker table?"

In the distance, the host's enthusiastic voice echoed, announcing that the next round of the match was about to begin.

"According to the draw results from the tournament committee, the first elite match will be held next, between the Human Race and the Demon Race."

Um?

Is the Demon Race about to enter the fray?

Shisui sat up a little straighter; he vaguely remembered that the team competition a couple of days ago did indeed have this kind of schedule.

One match for the beginner group and one match for the elite group, to prevent the same team from playing consecutive matches.

Although he didn't understand how the competition points were calculated, he got really excited now that it was a match between Human Race and Demon Race.

The host introduced the contestants at breakneck speed, "First up is the elite contestant from the Demon Race!"

"They are E'erbo, Tangtai Nuote,..."

E'erbo, from the noble E'er Clan.

Tangtai Nuote comes from the noble Tangtai Clan.

They were both at the Fifth Realm Peak and both came from viscount families.

They were all, in the same way, Human Skin Puppets in Shisui's hands.

Incidentally, the Human Race elite group also has an undercover agent, Lin Shunan.

Shisui's previously lazy, squinted Kakugan widened in excitement.

His Rc Cells began to become highly active, interacting with isolated Rc Cells tissue.

Although we acted much earlier than expected, the opportunity had already presented itself.

It would be a shame not to stir things up, wouldn't it?

Just as the contestants were taking the stage, the host finished reading out the list of names on one page.

She announced loudly, "The contestants are in position, the competition begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Ziyi, the leader of the Human Race and the main attacker, took the lead and rushed towards the enemy.

A thin halo of light shone from his body, a symbol of Psychic Energy being burned.

With a flick of his right hand, intense flames erupted, and a long spear of Black Iron was born from the fire.

Behind him were Lin Shunan and Lan Xundong, both offensive players.

The crimson whip of blood was poised to strike, and at the same time, sharp icicles began to appear in the air.

The Human Race elite group has a high proportion of offensive players, clearly indicating their intention to achieve a quick victory.

"Clang!"

Spears clashed with scimitars!

The terrifying shockwave made the specially reinforced arena tremble.

Xiao Ziyi and E'erbo separated after their initial attack, withdrawing their weapons simultaneously in perfect unison.

Meanwhile, Lin Shunan and Tangtai Nuote were locked in a fierce battle, while Lan Xundong was also locked in a stalemate with another Demon Race contestant.

The battle was intense, and both teams' support players were still looking for opportunities.

Shisui glanced at the Demon Race's support characters; one was skilled in healing, and the other had crowd control abilities—neither of them were particularly troublesome.

His gaze turned toward the rear of the Human Race, his eyes filled with a hint of inquisitive interest.

According to Lin Shunan's "promotion," one of them came from the Chou City faction, and the other was a member of the local Reformist Faction in Chen City.

Both are talents that lean towards control-type skills.

Among them, the one that intrigued Shisui the most was Yin Xingyao, who had inherited the sect's legacy.

[Oppression Hexagram] is a type of talent derived from the Eight Trigrams, which can temporarily stop the talent of a specific target from functioning.

This is the living puppet he most wants to get his hands on, besides [Spirit Dream Recall].

"What a pity, the Yinling Sect has a way to track and locate the souls of its disciples."

If I can't have it, I might as well destroy it.

So that it doesn't wander around in front of me and spoil my mood.

Well, I can't say I have no understanding of the soul level; I'd say I know absolutely nothing about it.

Shisui rubbed his hair in annoyance.

He became even more determined to get his hands on the [Spirit Dream Recall] that was suspected of interfering with the soul.

The match is still ongoing.

Then, the two Human Race support heroes seized the opportunity and attacked together!

Yin Xingyao formed a hand seal, and a transparent hexagram instantly appeared, swiftly blocking the enemy's control-type support talent.

Meanwhile, Shen Cang —a control-type support character from Chen City —touches the ground with both hands.

The next instant, countless slender vines tore through the ground of the arena and suddenly climbed up the bodies of the remaining four enemies.

General!

Xiao Ziyi raised his spear and slashed at E'erbo's vulnerable spot with a scorching blow.

"Sizzle!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the cracked ground of the stadium red.

The surrounding audience erupted in gasps of astonishment.

Xiao Ziyi's head hit the ground and rolled.

Then, his eyes, fixed on Lin Shunan who had betrayed him, gradually lost their vitality.

The first death of this competition has occurred.