The Fourth Deathmatch Showdown

Nothing more was said that night.

After waking up and washing up, Lu Bai headed to the Zudian Campus as usual.

He didn't tell the siblings that he would be having Deathmatch Showdown today.

Besides not wanting to worry the siblings, another reason was that I was too lazy to explain it again.

After all, in his view, the risk of Deathmatch Showdown was very low.

Unlike normal deathmatch fighters, Lu Bai has no worries about his safety from the bottom of his heart. With the ability to [load saves], deathmatch fighters cannot pose any threat to him at all.

The only variable that remains are probably the so-called Replicant.

Since he hasn't encountered this situation before, he'd rather reserve his right to comment on it.

Zudian Campus, at the school gate.

Pu Xueli stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a crisply pressed brown suit.

"You've come."

"Yes, I've arrived."

You shouldn't have come.

"But I'm already here."

Silence, a long, drawn-out silence.

At the school gate, two figures, seemingly made of clay or wood, faced each other, with a holographic canopy overhead bathed in sunlight.

"I really don't understand why you have to be in such a hurry."

Pu Xueli gave a wry smile, turned around, and said, "Never mind, come with me."

Lu Bai followed, speaking with righteous indignation, "Principal Pu is the head of the family and a pillar of the city. Now, at this critical moment of life and death, he should perform unparalleled merits to save the city from collapse. Only in this way can he be remembered in history and live a worthwhile life."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Pu Xueli's lips twitched, and he waved his hand, "Looks like I was worrying for nothing. You're even more relaxed than I am."

Faculty members who have become Formal Deathmatch Participant can go directly to the Desheng Tower, a special building used for Deathmatch Showdown, when they need to engage in Deathmatch Showdown. There are private rooms in the building for faculty members to use.

Unlike regular students, they no longer have to stand and wait in places like the Multi-purpose Venue.

Lu Bai followed Principal Pu through a maze of turns and soon arrived at a standalone building.

Desheng Tower has six floors, with nearly thirty rooms on each floor, and its floor area is larger than some high-end hotels.

This size is sufficient.

In fact, when it comes to Formal Deathmatch Participant, the issue of whether to Deathmatch Showdown is something that can be delayed as much as possible, and at most, it will happen once a year.

After greeting the staff at the entrance, Pu Xueli led Lu Bai into the building.

Pu Xueli didn't wander around the corridor for long before randomly finding an empty room.

He pointed to the LCD screen on the door, then turned to Lu Bai and said, "Just register with your ID."

Lu Bai didn't hesitate and immediately took out his ID and swiped it.

After a brief processing time, the room door opened with a crisp ring.

If Pu Xueli hadn't valued Lu Bai so much, this kind of procedural explanation, which could be done by any Clerical Level staff member, wouldn't have warranted the trouble of him, the official principal.

"I hope you come back alive."

Principal Pu sized up Lu Bai, uttered those words, and then turned and left.

Lu Bai returned the other party's smile with an innocent and harmless expression.

The room door closed automatically.

The interior layout is not in a simple and clean style, but rather more like a luxuriously decorated private guesthouse.

The solid wood wall surface has a delicate feel and natural grain.

The bed placed in the center resembles a fine work of art, with exquisite hand-carved details that exude an air of wealth.

The expensive armchair faces a one-way floor-to-ceiling window, offering a clear view of the outside scenery.

Lu Bai simply walked to the sofa, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

A sweet female voice rang out from the room's built-in speakers.

"Hello, Team Leader Lu. I am Qu Yawen from the Internal Affairs Department. I will be serving you today. Please feel free to let me know if you have any needs."

The woman's voice was very soft, strictly controlled below 40 decibels.

"One hour and eighteen minutes remain until your Deathmatch Showdown begins. We hope you can relax and be in good form..."

The speech was slow and gentle, as if soothing someone to sleep, and it didn't annoy anyone.

Of course, if you wish to keep things quiet or listen to some music, you can ask for it and it will be accommodated.

Lu Bai doesn't really need this kind of relaxation or psychological counseling, but he doesn't dislike it either.

It is worth mentioning that even though he was not too worried about his safety in the Deathmatch Showdown, great men have always said that one should despise the enemy strategically but take him seriously tactically.

Therefore, Lu Bai spent a considerable amount of extra time this month learning about the differences between the fourth round and the first three rounds.

Leaving aside the question of whether the fourth round of deaths will actually result in death.

The biggest difference is the number of deathmatch participants, which has been reduced from 500 in the first three rounds to 200.

The selection phase for opening the Ability Pool has also changed.

The total number of participants is halved, the second round of Ability Pool is opened, and then halved again, the third round of Ability Pool is opened, and the target missions are announced at the same time.

Because the number of participants in official Deathmatch Showdown will be reduced, it will be extremely difficult for ordinary deathmatch fighters to obtain points.

Moreover, according to unreliable sources, the ratio of normal deathmatch fighters to Replicant is roughly 1:1, and survival is the primary goal for ordinary deathmatch fighters.

Lu Bai was lost in thought, and more than an hour quickly passed.

The mechanical prompting voice in my mind rang out at just the right moment.

[Bite!]

[The fourth round of the Deathmatch Showdown begins.]

[Teleportation initiated!]

[Deathmatch Arena ID: 87****1970]

[Username: Clever Mephisto]

[Main title equipped: Innocent Smile (Two Star)]

[Subtitles already equipped: Frenzied Slaughter (4-star), Ultimate Murderer (4-star)]

[Talent: 103.8]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current ranking: 200/200]

[Abilities:?, Flash Time, Ink Dye]

[Note! The first round of the Ability Pool is now open and you can select one.]

At the start of this game, Lu Bai didn't even have time to pay attention to the first round of Ability Pool.

Because around him sat four other people, each with a title above their head that proclaimed their identity as deathmatch fighters.

"Damn, this is a truly disastrous start."

A middle-aged man with a buzz cut gave a wry smile; he had originally planned to strike first before everyone regained their senses.

However, after noticing their surroundings, they immediately abandoned the idea.

Looking around, three sides were bare walls, and the only side that let in light was a prison door made of high-strength alloy.

The sheer thickness of it was enough to inspire despair just by looking at it.

Without a doubt, this was an extremely secure prison.

Lu Bai and the remaining three combatants glanced around and realized the same thing.

A thin young man wearing narrow-rimmed glasses clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the people present to himself.

"Gentlemen, since we've had an unfavorable start, I think it would be better to abandon hostility and cooperate temporarily. What do you say?"