Social death? Or actual death? That was the question.
"Is it possible to suffer social death first, then actual death, with neither of them escaping?"
Watching the two bald men in the arena panic in terror, Lu PingAn wickedly rubbed Xiao Mu's head.
Going by Martial God Tyrannical Three-Faced's positive doctrine of "continuing the struggle under any harsh circumstances," this development actually seemed understandable.
Whether one could accept it, however, was another matter.
The two martial monks' deathmatch had come to a standstill at that moment. Clearly, their brains had overloaded as well.
If they chose women's clothing, merely imagining those muscular bald men in dresses was enough for immediate social death. Having photos taken and spread everywhere was inevitable.
If they chose Female Transformation, neither of them wore much to begin with, and both were built like muscular clubs. It might be even more blinding, and could leave lifelong psychological scars.
".No matter which one they choose, lifelong trauma seems to be the prerequisite. Tsk, that's brutal."
Watching other people make fools of themselves was always entertaining.
Lu PingAn, ever the lover of such mischief, laughed aloud—especially when he saw—
"Time's up. Now, the random selection begins!"
A burst of intensely mischievous pink radiance descended, and both sides instantly completed their "transformations."
One muscular brute now wore a garishly patterned floral blouse like some big sister-in-law's, paired with a tiny skirt and black stockings that created an absolute territory. He even received thick makeup straight out of a small rural bar—heavy foundation and crimson lips... Well, Lu PingAn burst out laughing, while someone else nearly sprayed everything out.
The other one was much better off. "She" had simply grown a head of silky black hair that reached her waist!
Her muscular lines had become graceful, though she still radiated