Pitiful People Always Have Something Hateful About Them

Continuing from the previous chapter:

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"Forget it, judging from your condition, you're probably terminally ill."

Besides, even if I save you, you probably won't want to live anymore after you wake up.

In that case, let me just send you on your way.

Seeing Hu Jie screaming in pain while still launching an attack on him, Wu Tong was speechless and immediately Hu Jie all interest in continuing the conversation.

As for those subtle changes that have occurred?

It's probably the butterfly effect.

However, when the time comes, we can simply meet force with force and water with earth.

In any case, Wu Tong didn't believe that there was anyone in this world who could fight against Dimensional Chat Group.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Tong made up his mind and took a small step back, narrowly avoiding Hu Jie's attack.

Then, with a flash, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

When she reappeared, she was standing next to Hu Jie.

Looking at Hu Jie, who hadn't yet retracted his leg, Wu Tong gave him a smile.

Then, he directly manipulated the invisible wind, condensing it into a tangible form in the air, which quickly transformed into an invisible Wind Blades.

Swoosh—

With a barely perceptible sound, an almost invisible attack flashed past.

In the blink of an eye.

They then cut off Hu Jie's head.

The severed head flew to the side as soon as it left the body.

Feeling his life force rapidly draining away, Hu Jie's eyes were filled with disbelief.

He seemed unable to believe that he had been killed so quickly.

But the reality is far crueler than any fairy tale.

Even if he doesn't believe it, it's no use.

In the hazy state of consciousness as his head was severed from his neck, he clearly saw what he looked like.

The body, severed from its head, and the blood gushing wildly from its neck, were both demonstrating his defeat through their actions.

On his deathbed, Hu Jie's thoughts inevitably drifted back to the replay of his final moments.

Only after witnessing the murder of his father with his own hands did he realize just how outrageous his mistake had been.

"It seems I really am... going to die~"

That's for the best... Father, I've come to find you.

And so, upon regaining consciousness and remembering everything, Hu Jie was filled with endless regret and remorse.

After casting a grateful glance at Wu Tong, his consciousness entered endless darkness.

Wu Tong stared at Hu Jie's corpse in front of him, remained silent for a long time, and then sighed.

"Alas, there is always a reason why someone is pitiful."

Wu Tong naturally saw the look in Hu Jie's eyes as he lay dying, but he only made a single comment.

After all, although Hu Jie was indeed pitiful, he was inexplicably controlled by the Four Fiends of Quanxing and even killed his father with his own hands.

But what does all this have to do with Wu Tong?

Even if Wu Tong didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long anyway.

The sheer number of murders committed by Hu Jie alone destined him to die in this country governed by law.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Wu Tong remained silent for a while.

He then casually waved his hand.

Instantly, Hu Jie's corpse and the spilled blood on the ground floated up under the force of the wind and gathered into a ball.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Tong manipulated the corpse and the blood mass to the cliff behind, and threw them both into the air, where they began to free fall.

A dozen seconds later, a dull thud was heard.

This sudden attack has finally come to an end.

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After this little incident, Wu Tong's good mood from enjoying the scenery was also affected.

Having lost all interest in sightseeing, Wu Tong set off again and arrived at the entrance of the Arena.

At this point, although there was still about an hour before the start of the match, quite a few people had already arrived.

The crowd gathered in twos and threes, forming small groups, and began to discuss the morning's competition in hushed tones.

Wu Tong didn't even need to listen carefully to hear the whispers and discussions.

"Holy crap, isn't that Wu Tong?"

I've heard from others that he seems to be a naturally Outsider, and some people speculate that his ability is the manifestation of illusion.

"Yeah, yeah, I watched his match back then. In the morning match, he actually pulled out a gun..."

"Damn, is he cheating? He just pulled out a gun? Who could beat that?"

"Yeah, this kind of thing should be banned, otherwise it's really unfair to others."

"Are you kidding me? This is someone's ability, how can you ban it? Can you even ban it? If you ban it, will he still be able to play it?"

"So, in that case, isn't Wu Tong the strongest contender for first place in this Grand Rite of Luo Tian?"

"Isn't it obvious? If they can't be number one, who can?"

"Haha, your information is outdated. Wu Tong won first place not so easily."

"Exactly, you guys probably only watched his matches, right?"

In other arenas, there are still many freaks; I've heard that in some arenas, even Martial Soul from novels have appeared.

"... chuunibyou?"

"You don't believe me? Come on, let me show you this video and you'll believe me."

"..." × N.

"Holy crap, it's actually true? How can these cosplayers be so crazy?"

Hey bro, tell us about those games, what exactly happened?

"Haha, you've come to the right person. I've read it from beginning to end."

Since you're all so eager to hear about it, I'll tell you all about that match.

Hearing the whispers around him, Wu Tong shook his head helplessly.

Then they arrived at the front of the Arena C.

Here stands a huge billboard displaying the schedule for the afternoon and tomorrow's matches.

Wu Tong walked up to the notice board, glanced at it, and found the schedule for today's afternoon matches.

Wu Tong was naturally looking for Xiao Yan's match schedule, among the people in their Dimensional Chat Group and those brought in by the Dimensional Chat Group.

There are a total of fifteen people who have registered to participate in the Grand Rite of Luo Tian.

Now, everyone except Xiao Yan has already competed.

The only matches that Wu Tong might be interested in watching, besides Xiao Yan's, are the matches between the younger generation of the Lu Family and Zhang Lingyu of Mount Longhu.

Even matches involving people like Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing failed to pique Wu Tong 'Wu Tong interest, since he had already mastered their abilities.

Soon, Wu Tong found Xiao Yan's name in the afternoon's competition schedule.

Arena C, Match 1.

Arena C, White Ape.