The Hunt Continued

Lu Bai's figure appeared several meters away as if in a flash, his face still bearing a harmless and kind smile, looking rather nonchalant.

However, he knew in his heart that this effect was mostly achieved through [Flash Time].

He couldn't contend with a top-tier Grandmaster like Simba based solely on his own martial arts skills.

Therefore, he didn't recklessly rush in to take Simba's punch head-on, but instead maintained a safe distance, confronting the island's top expert.

"As the Spokesperson of Chikan Bay, is all you do is hide?"

Simba's two attacks missed in a row, and he was clearly holding back his anger, which was difficult to vent. Even his questioning was tinged with a hint of rage.

Lu Bai shrugged indifferently and said, "You weren't my target to begin with."

People often find themselves laughing involuntarily when they are extremely speechless.

Simba's lips twitched, and he took a deep breath. Years of combat experience allowed him to quickly adjust his emotions and prevent them from affecting his judgment.

"This is a war between Weidao Island and your Chikan Bay. You are the Spokesperson of Chikan Bay, and you can't escape it."

"Then you should try to find me first."

Lu Bai sighed softly, then symbolically flicked his finger, turning Simba's eyes black.

Simba's expression froze as he was once again enveloped in darkness.

"You bastard!"

He couldn't help but curse out loud.

On his way to the top of Weidao High School, Simba encountered countless opponents, but none of them could make him as easily irritable as Lu Bai.

"You think these little tricks can stop me?!"

Simba's face turned incredibly ugly. "I'm telling you, wishful thinking!"

He shouted loudly, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to him.

Lu Bai gave White-Browed Bat King and Xiao Fengze a look, indicating that Simba was in their hands.

Once he was sure the two understood what he meant, he jogged away from the scene.

He needed to continue hunting down fighters and didn't have time to get entangled with Simba.

Seeing this, the White-Browed Bat King and Xiao Fengze exchanged a glance, and simultaneously revealed a ferocious smile on their faces.

Admittedly, even if Grandmaster- level martial artist loses their sight, their keen physical reflexes and perception are something that neither naturally gifted nor acquired martial artists can fake.

Ultimately, it will still affect combat strength; when facing someone of the same level, being suppressed is almost inevitable.

A passageway in an escape room.

The passageway was very narrow; it was more like a crevice in the wall than a passageway.

Moreover, the corridor was quite long, and apart from a few Safe passage boards emitting a greenish light, the corridor was almost completely dark.

Several people wearing Weidao High School end of the corridor, afraid to make a sound, even trying to keep their breathing as still as possible.

Judging from the titles floating above their heads, they are clearly all deathmatch fighters.

They escaped from Lu Bai.

Their reaction was not slow; as soon as darkness fell, they decisively chose to leave the group on Tail Island and run away.

However, just as they were about to escape Chikan Bay, they witnessed a scene that filled them with despair.

The densely packed army, like army ants, completely blocked the exit.

The size of that army was so large it seemed they were there to flatten Chikan Bay.

In this perilous situation, surrounded by dangers, they could only find a safe place to hide, hoping that no one would discover them.

A fighter with prominent cheekbones looked around and said softly.

"Gentlemen, don't be discouraged. We can be optimistic. An army of this size must have many top experts. If all goes well, perhaps that 'Smiling Face' will die at the hands of the natives."

Hearing this, the remaining fighters, while not holding out much hope, at least had a glimmer of hope.

The shock they felt from Lu Bai's status as the Spokesperson Chikan Bay was simply too intense.

By the standards of deathmatch fighters, he is exceptionally strong; few deathmatch fighters would have the confidence to compete with Lu Bai.

One of the deathmatch fighters swallowed a few times.

"I still don't understand why that 'Smiling Face' is so much better than us."

It was just luck.

In the shadows, one of the die-hards uttered a defiant remark.

Unfortunately, no one echoed his sentiments, and the slightly lively atmosphere fell silent again.

There's no point in being stubborn; anyone with a brain can figure out the answer.

This is a criminal gang, not a family business. If they weren't powerful enough, they wouldn't be able to hold Spokesperson positions.

"Perhaps we could try following him?"

After a moment of silence, another fighter offered a new idea.

The high-cheeked deathmatch fighter curled his lip. "That's not right. I highly suspect that 'Smiling Face' is Replicant. How could a normal deathmatch fighter like us achieve this level?"

"Why not?"

Lu Bai retorted with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The high-cheekbone fighter. "!"

The other deathmatch fighters. "!"

In an instant, the fighters in the corner of the corridor all looked in the direction from which the sound came.

From the perspective of these deathmatch fighters, it was a rather bizarre scene.

A young man suddenly appeared at the entrance to the narrow passageway.

The green light in the Safe passage illuminated half of the young man's face, and coupled with his eerie smile, it sent chills down one's spine.

After a brief pause, the young man ran towards them with a big smile on his face.

Seeing this, the few fighters in the corner were so shocked they almost lost their minds.

Ignoring his companions who were chatting just a minute ago, he frantically waved and pushed them away, fleeing in the direction away from Lu Bai.

Unfortunately, the hiding place they chose was not ideal.

There's no way to escape, not even if you try.

The fighter, pushed to the very back, felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Without hesitation, he turned and knelt down. "'Smiling Face' Bro, I..."

He had barely begun to speak when Lu Bai, who rushed over immediately, punched him in the head, smashing it open.

To be honest, having some deathmatch fighters as underlings does make many things much easier.

The problem is that Lu Bai can neither tell whether the other party is genuinely loyal, nor can he determine whether the other party is Replicant.

Since the risks and rewards were completely disproportionate, he simply treated everyone the same.

Whether you're Replicant or not, just eliminate you.

The remaining fighters had no chance of escape and were successively killed by Lu Bai's punches.

Even under these circumstances, they did not entertain the slightest thought of fighting back; their only thought was to escape faster than their companions.

A high-cheeked fighter burst into a secret room, intending to turn back and lock the door.

Suddenly, he shuddered, lowering his head in disbelief. "You... I'll remember..."

A blood-stained fist slowly withdrew from his heart, creating a sickeningly painful sound of flesh rubbing together.