Blood sprayed through the air, the soaring crimson droplets signaling the ebbing of life.
A formidable peak Tier 6 Archer/Rider and fighter, the professional killer known as Twenty Rabbits—no matter how many lives he had taken in the past, he still had only one life of his own.
"I... I'm not willing..."
His eyes remained wide open in death, trying to make out his opponent in the distance. But even a peak Law Decree-level Professional could not survive after losing most of their internal organs—at least, no one outside the Life-type could.
When people were killed, they died. Well, except for certain people.
"Tch, Life-type..."
Master of Ceremonies Gan said that from the sky.
Another image on the screen showed Lu PingAn half-kneeling on the ground, desperately "breathing back" his health.
He gasped heavily, and the wounds on his body healed at a visible rate.
The next moment, the Master of Ceremonies switched tones.
"Let us congratulate contestant Lu PingAn on yet another victory. Though this was the shortest match, it was probably also the most dangerous."
Hearing the subtle appraisal from above, Lu PingAn could only shake his head helplessly.
This match had indeed been brief, ending far too suddenly. But most deathmatches between Professionals were like this—victory and death could be decided in an instant.
The Master of Ceremonies's disdain was not unusual. It was the disdain many non-Life-type Professionals held for Life-type Professionals. Envy, jealousy, and resentment.
"Tch... I almost died."
"You could do that another four or five times and still not die."
Big Cat mercilessly exposed the truth. That gunman had been gambling his life against Lu PingAn's, but even if Lu PingAn lost another two or three matches, he probably would not be the one to die.
That was simply how the Life-type worked.