Breaking the Balance

"What's going on!"

Inside the Black Base, Sophia's large eyes widened.

"How could he be instantly killed?"

She wanted to eliminate the person on the other side, so she had her mole arrange for a Gladiator.

The Gladiator appeared, but it was her own person who died?

Because there was a floor-to-ceiling window, she could see that her subordinate had died from an instant kill.

However, she didn't know what kind of instant kill it was.

For a moment, many thoughts flooded her mind.

"Can't enter the opponent's base? No... it should be possible to change bases."

"The rules never mentioned any related instant kills, and in this game, if you can't change bases, it's like both sides can only fight from afar, which lacks a lot of variation."

"So, Gladiators can't enter bases? That should be the case, otherwise, if a Gladiator just hid in the base, the game progress would be stuck."

"But Gaoxin also entered the base, why is he okay?"

Sophia repeatedly reviewed the rules, and suddenly, she thought of something.

"So that's how it is, that guy... he's not a Gladiator!"

"Damn it, I've been tricked."

Sophia understood Gaoxin's maneuver.

It was very simple, the White Faction hadn't chosen a Gladiator at all. Gaoxin had just impersonated a Gladiator and walked out.

The rules only stipulated that no one could enter the arena during non-combat periods.

But during combat, it was allowed, and it was never stated that only Gladiators could enter.

It's just that entering was very dangerous.

In this game, entering the Gladiator Arena meant your fate was out of your hands.

You could be killed by the opponent, or you might not be able to return.

The Gladiator vote was also a way to harm others. If your own base didn't have teammates who could guarantee opening the door from the inside, then going out was almost equivalent to execution.

So they never thought that during combat, anyone could just run outside freely.

Gaoxin took advantage of this, pretending to go out to fight, and within the last moment before automatic defeat, he lured the person into the base and killed them! An instant Eliminate Traitor Vote!

From beginning to end, there was only one Gladiator on the field, and it never entered a death match mode.

"Tch, was the mole exposed?"

Sophia frowned and muttered.

Just then, Xing Shiping contacted her.

"Miss, it was an elimination, an elimination... He didn't become a Gladiator."

Xing Shiping's tone was urgent as he explained what had happened.

But it was too late. Sophia said angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Xing Shiping said aggrievedly, "I... I didn't expect it."

"I did exactly as you ordered. My brothers and I all voted for him."

"And then he went out, so I thought he was already a Gladiator."

"I only just realized... Damn it, one of my brothers must not have listened to me. I thought all four brothers would vote with me, but I didn't expect someone to secretly tell Gaoxin... about my defection."

Sophia sighed. So the mole had been exposed long ago, and they had been outmaneuvered?

Indeed, Gaoxin's strategy could only be used once at most.

And if he ran out voluntarily, it would be too suspicious. As a Glass Person, it would be no different than suicide.

Then she might have thought more carefully. Her subordinates weren't stupid; they would definitely wonder why the opponent wasn't avoiding the fight this time. And when the opponent fled into the base, they would have become vigilant.

But precisely because she had actively assigned the mole this time to bring Gaoxin out.

So no one expected that Gaoxin wasn't a Gladiator at all.

She gritted her teeth and said, "They can unite as five, but you can't even manage your own people. What kind of game are you playing!"

"I... I..." Xing Shiping sounded wronged and timid.

Sophia was furious. She had wanted to use the third round to eliminate Gaoxin and simultaneously provoke an open confrontation between the two factions in the White Base.

This way, she could focus on dealing with the Viking Gang first.

But as it turned out, she tried to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice.

Instead, she lost a subordinate!

This was bad. The Viking Gang would definitely choose one of her people as a Gladiator during the next Black Faction attack.

Now that she had lost one subordinate, if she forced out another one... the Black Base would be three against three with the Radiators!

"These Viking Gang guys are tricky. The three idiots under me aren't a match for them. If I get chosen as a gladiator, I'll be in great danger."

"No, I might not even get the chance to become a gladiator. If I lose health this round, they might vote me to death right away."

"If that happens, and another one gets forced out, it'll be a three-on-two situation..."

Sophia's large eyes looked at Luis, her blue pupils emitting a faint glow.

Luis's mouth was split into a grin, unable to control his expression.

"An unexpected surprise. I thought I'd have to intentionally lose the fourth round and use the Eliminate Traitor skill to take one out first."

"I didn't expect the Glass Person on the other side to have something up their sleeve and actually help me eliminate one right now!"

Luis thought to himself, gripping his big hammer tightly.

He had already injected himself with a C class nano-repair agent, and his various injuries were healing rapidly.

Even his severed arm and part of his torso were regenerating visibly.

This was because it was a repair effect, not healing.

Repair agents could regenerate severed limbs. As long as one wasn't completely dead, any missing part could regenerate.

Sophia blinked her large eyes and suddenly pouted, "Bro, I know what you're planning."

"Now you see, I've already lost one subordinate..."

"How about you don't intentionally lose the fourth round invitation? Please?"

"Why let the other side freely take a drop of blood from the Black Faction? What's the point?"

"Give me a chance at 3v3, okay? Like this! In the fifth round, I'll voluntarily become a gladiator!"

"Let my people have a showdown with your people. Six men fighting, a real man's 1v1 battle! Okay?"

She pleaded with teary, pitiful eyes.

Luis burst out laughing, "Bitch, stop pretending. You still have four people, and you're telling me you're willing to do 3v3?"

"If I were you, I'd go all out right now!"

As he spoke, a prompt sound rang out.

The fourth round invitation arrived, initiated by the White Faction's attack.

Sophia crouched down, buried her head, and started crying, "I was wrong, Bro. Can we win together?"

"If we join forces, we can definitely win. Everyone can get five thousand, and I'll give you all these NPCs. I don't want them anymore."

Luis slammed his big hammer heavily on the ground, "What took you so long? Why didn't you say this when you were screwing me over?"

"Shut up. If you want to fight, fight. Anyway, I won't be voting this round!"

Sophia kept her head buried, sobbing.

Suddenly, she looked up.

Her eyes, which had been gathering red light since some unknown time, had finally finished. They shot out with a roar!

"What!" Luis had no time to react before his chest was pierced.

It wasn't over yet. Sophia's head moved, and she violently threw it upwards.

Luis was cut from his chest all the way to his neck. If he hadn't instinctively dodged, his head would have been split vertically.

But even so, his neck was more than half severed.

His entire head was almost falling off!

"Ugh..."

Luis reached for his neck, falling to his knees, his spine also broken.

"Big Brother!"

The remaining two Viking Gang members were stunned.

They then charged at Sophia in a fit of rage, fighting desperately.

However, Sophia's side still had four people. How could these two easily defeat them?

"You woman, I'll tear you to shreds."

The two went berserk, activating their organ overclocking to the maximum, determined to fight to the death.

"Heeheeheehee!" Sophia let out a sharp laugh.

Her eyeballs had already charred and dripped, and the skin around her eye sockets had burned away, revealing terrifying laser eye implants.

"You want to see my ugly face? I'm the one who will tear you to shreds!"

As she spoke, red light began to gather in Sophia's eyes.

The process of gathering seemed to take a long time. It was no wonder she had pretended to cry and act cute earlier, burying her head between her legs.

It was all to lull the opponents into a false sense of security and buy time for the lengthy charge-up of her laser attack.

"Round four, Black Base accepts the duel," the announcer's voice chimed.

They were still fighting, clearly because a minute had passed without everyone entering the Voting Room, and it was automatically counted as accepting the duel.

"Fight! Get out there and fight!"

"Vote for a Gladiator yourself, or I'll slaughter you all!"

Sophia commanded the NPCs, her laser blasts erupting simultaneously.

Her target was still Luis, intending to focus on killing him first.

However, Luis, who had his neck nearly severed by the laser, suddenly moved, sprinting to dodge the attack.

"Your spine repaired already?" Sophia asked, surprised.

Even with a C-class nano repair agent injection, it shouldn't be this fast. Did he already have regenerative abilities?

Luis clutched his neck with one hand and swung his Big Hammer with the other, smashing towards her.

The force was immense, earth-shattering.

"Boom!"

Sophia scrambled to jump away. The spot where she had been standing was now dented.

Keep in mind, this arena was constructed from special metal, yet it had been dented.

That blow carried at least five tons of force.

"Die!"

Luis swung his Big Hammer as easily as if it were a toothpick.

What's more, the hammer itself had powered acceleration. It swept across the floor, whistling.

Sophia quickly blocked, but one hit sent her flying.

In terms of physical ability, she was no match for Luis. She was even the weakest among all the Radiators in this match.

However, she was still a Cyborg.

As she took the heavy hammer blow, her arm twisted, revealing its metallic structure, yet she still held her gun steadily!

Her arm was a Prosthetic Body. Unless completely destroyed, it could still function.

Even the most common prosthetic materials had a higher resistance than the flesh and blood of a Wolf Level being.

"Bang bang bang!"

Sophia unleashed rapid fire from her twin guns, retaliating.

Luis blocked the bullets with his Big Hammer held in front of him, then charged forward like a charging bull.

As they were locked in fierce combat, an NPC suddenly descended from upstairs, desperately running towards the main gate.

He was small and thin, it was Han Qing.

The Radiators locked in battle paid him no mind, letting him run out.

Han Qing had been too afraid to fight.

But someone from the White Faction had privately messaged him, telling him to vote himself as a Gladiator and come out.

Coupled with Sophia's earlier command, Han Qing dared not disobey. He now nervously crept into the Gladiator Arena and hid behind a low, metal wall-like cover.

"Why are you hiding here? Gladiators must be brave. The fate of stepping onto the stage is to fight until death," a voice came from above.

Han Qing looked up sharply, seeing Gaoxin crouching on top of the wall, looking down at him with a cold smile.

"Wuwuwuwuwah!" Han Qing's eyes immediately welled up with tears, his mouth making a garbled sound.

His mouth was full of blood, his tongue cut off. He used all his strength to barely utter a slurred word.

"Didn't... you... say... you wouldn't kill us?"

Seeing Gaoxin, his heart sank.

Two gladiators in the arena had to fight to the death, only one could survive.

There was no room for thought; it was certain he would die. He immediately questioned their promises from their private chat, accusing them of breaking their word.

"Heh heh..." Gaoxin didn't explain. Instead, he grinned menacingly, killing intent flashing in his eyes, scaring Han Qing to death.

He then jumped down from the wall and struck Han Qing to the ground with a palm strike.

Then, he grabbed Han Qing by the scruff of his neck, like picking up a chick, and dragged him away.

His destination: Black Base.

p.s: Sorry.