Simple and Brutal

Swish~

The sharp bone knife was withdrawn, drawing a large amount of blood from the corpse.

The bone knife softened like water, transforming back into a left hand.

"Ungrateful wretch."

Changhu shook his hand and spat on the corpse.

Er Xi fell silent. He really wanted to ask, "The other party just didn't agree immediately; they were clearly considering it. Why are they in such a hurry to act?"

However, the words spoken were a completely different attitude.

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Changhu."

Changhu nodded, then turned to look at the anxious fighters behind Er Xi.

He grinned and said, "With so many good brothers united, that should be enough, right?"

"Yes, we've basically recruited all the deathmatchers still in this old town area."

Er Xi then said, "Let's go back first and discuss with everyone what to do next."

Changhu gave him a slightly amused look.

"Okay, let's go back."

In the old town, it's still that same luxuriously decorated house.

The large living room was packed with people; at first glance, it looked like a party, but unfortunately, the scene wasn't as lively as a party.

The main problem is that they don't know each other well, so not many people speak up.

Even though the dozens of fighters present had gathered together because of Lu Bai's threat, they were clearly wary of these "comrades."

There weren't many lone wolf fighters among them, maybe only three or four at most; most of the active lone wolves had probably already been eliminated.

The remaining people were clearly divided into seven small groups, which were visible to the naked eye.

Changhu lay casually on the sofa, legs crossed, completely relaxed, seemingly without any sense of vigilance.

The Glasses Man glanced at Changhu, said nothing, and simply stood up, clapped his hands, and drew everyone's attention to himself.

"First of all, thank you all for your trust. I believe everyone here knows that the Smiling Face has too much of an advantage right now. If we Smiling Face one-on-one, none of us would be his match."

The Glasses Man pushed up his glasses, his pupils behind the lenses devoid of emotion. "And I might as well tell you all, the Parasitic Organism are now completely subservient to Smiling Face. If we delay any longer, we might never have this peaceful opportunity to discuss things again."

Stop talking nonsense.

Changhu extended a bone ear pick from his left index finger. As he cleaned his ear, he said disdainfully, "Just tell me what your plan is?"

Faced with Changhu's blunt attitude, the Glasses Man remained unperturbed. "If any of you have better plans, please feel free to speak up."

His gaze swept over every fighter present, and he continued, "Then I'll start by throwing out an example. As the art of war says, 'If you have twice the strength, fight them; if you have five times the strength, attack them; if you have ten times the strength, surround them.'"

Those who have managed to survive this long in this Deathmatch Arena are all elites among elites. With the combined strength of us, defeating Smiling Face shouldn't be too difficult.

In that case, I suggest we gather everyone's strength and immediately launch a full-scale attack on Smiling Face.

Upon hearing this, Er Xi of the triplets, frowned and stepped back behind the others.

The other fighters present exchanged bewildered glances.

Indeed, the more meticulous the plan, the easier it is to make mistakes.

But isn't this plan a bit too simplistic and crude?

However, simplicity also has its advantages.

If the Glasses Man were to present a plan that was too elaborate, they would suspect that there might be some ulterior motive involved.

"Many friends may still have some concerns, but please rest assured, to prove my sincerity, the direct obstruction will be handled by Changhu and me. As for other directions..."

Nearly ten fighters moved quickly through the alley; their mission was to outflank and block Lu Bai's retreat.

In fact, this group of deathmatchers had already formed a team before the Glasses Man approached them.

Since there was no basis of trust with the other combatants, they decided to continue operating as a team.

"Brother Chongyi, do you really believe what that four-eyed guy said?"

The man with a crab pattern on his T-shirt leaned closer to Xing Chongyi and asked in a low voice, "You know how difficult it is to retain abilities, let alone retaining a color-level ability."

I don't deny that the Innocent Smile is very strong, but he's just one person after all. We can't let that four-eyed guy use us."

"I know that guy has bad intentions, and I also have reservations about whether the Smiling Face has any additional color abilities."

"Then why?"

"Why not? Gathering everyone's strength to take down the strongest one first is in everyone's interest. Rather than saying Four-Eyes is using us, it's more like he's building a platform for communication, allowing everyone to temporarily stop fighting each other."

Xing Chongyi carefully straightened a crooked wooden stake blocking the road and led his companions through.

"Just you wait and see, once Smiling Face is taken down, the next target will be Four-Eyes and his gang..."

Similar conversations occur in every deathmatch team. Expecting deathmatchers to cooperate seamlessly is less likely than hoping that a monk's thermos containing goji berries has been blessed by the abbot.

Squeak~

Lu Bai walked out of a dilapidated red brick house.

He stood in the middle of the alley, looking left and right. "Where has everyone gone?"

Since the third round of the Ability Pool opened, he hasn't encountered a single deathmatch opponent.

The previous situation where deathmatchers would actively seek out the place had completely disappeared, as if all the deathmatchers had collectively fled the old town.

"Could it be that they've all united?"

Thinking of this possibility, Lu Bai's eyelids twitched.

After all, nearly a hundred Gold level abilities sound terrifying, but who knows what kind of exaggerated effects they could create when combined?

But if he were to encounter so many deathmatchers all at once, with his current abilities, he could only activate "Battlefield Covert" to escape.

"Brother Lu!!!"

This voice sounds familiar.

Lu Bai looked in the direction the sound came from and saw a figure swooping down from the rooftop.

Bang!

The impact was absorbed by the spring-like flesh and bones. After Wang Ting placed Yao Yi on the ground, she automatically retracted into her chest, leaving only two strange eyes observing the situation at her collar.

Yao Yi held onto the utility pole to keep standing.

"Yue~"

He was excitedly trying to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, he almost vomited.

Lu Bai: "..."

Wang Ting gave Lu Bai an apologetic look.

Yes, he really did see human emotions in those two eyes.

Glancing at her, and estimating that Yao Yi would still be vomiting for a while, Wang Ting had no choice but to take on the responsibility of communicating. "He doesn't believe you're the kind of person described online, and insists on coming to see you."

Lu Bai casually attached the "[Five Immortals Sealing]" anchor point to Yao Yi, and said it perfunctorily.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, but everyone has their own dreams and lives a wonderful life. I wish you and Yao Yi all the best."