The Monk's Secret

Just as Seven-Colored Black Bird had guessed, the Players' side encountered full-scale interceptions from the Masked Man's side on every route.

Among them, the four Players from the S-rank Highest-Tier Station led by Bai Zhi faced the most severe targeting.

And it was not just them. The other Players also suffered related attacks. The Game had only just reached the one-third mark, yet some people's HP had already fallen below half. All of this could be seen clearly and directly on the Light Screen at the starting point.

Overall, the Players' situation did not look optimistic.

〔Advance three tiles, Tile Event triggered〕

As the prompt sounded beside his ear, Nura appeared atop an incomparably bustling arena.

Below the arena was a stretch of darkness, impossible to make out at a glance. However, the lively clamor rising from below proved that the area was packed with spectators.

"It's you again... With that Damaged body of yours, how many more times can I kill you?"

Looking up at the Woman standing on the other side of the arena with a Butterfly-shaped Mask on her face, Nura remained expressionless.

"Is that so? But with those feeble sword techniques of yours, how could you possibly truly kill me?"

With her hands supporting her body as she sat on the ropes at the edge of the arena, Die's tone was exceptionally relaxed.

"My mission is simply to hold you back. In three minutes, how many times can you kill me? And during that process, how much stamina and Spiritual Energy will you expend?"

"Enough to kill you."

Nura's cold voice sounded beside her ear.

"Alas..."

Sighing softly, Mountainside Li looked somewhat helplessly at the dense cluster of Mirrors surrounding him.

Every mirror reflected a figure within it, but none of those figures