Fair Showdown

Upon hearing Lu Bai's words, the Third Supreme of the Golden Scale Holy Land's lips twitched.

The main problem is that this order seems bizarre no matter how you look at it; it looks like they're being made fun of.

It's only because Lu Bai is strong enough that these senior experts present wouldn't be so quiet.

"You can allocate the areas yourselves, just make sure no area is missed."

Lu Bai, being very understanding, asked, "Are there any other concerns?"

"No, no, we will obey the Heavenly Venerate law." The Third Supreme, fearing that Lu Bai might have some dissatisfaction with him, quickly bowed and added, "Then we will set off first."

Go ahead.

After shouting their loyalty, the senior members of the Inspection Team disappeared into the night as they transformed into streaks of light.

The vast plaza in front of the palace suddenly fell silent, allowing Lu Bai to concentrate on his thoughts without distraction.

Of course, his main concern was how to improve the system.

As for the remaining death row fighters?

He figured that, given the current situation...

Any sane fighter would no longer consider making him their enemy.

He arranged for these Inspection Team to go to various parts of Xuanzhou, which also helped those who fought to the death to save travel time.

As for those who deliberately hid and didn't come to the deathmatch, they were either harboring ill intentions or fools who couldn't see the situation clearly. It wouldn't be unfair for him to take them down.

The next day.

Starting when the sun was high in the sky, members of the Inspection Team began to return to the Qingwang Sect with the death row fighters.

Lu Bai was lost in thought and didn't rush to meet the combatants who had come to him. Instead, he instructed Yuxu Zi to arrange for them to stay in the back mountain of the Qingwang Sect.

As time went on, more and more members of the Inspection Team returned to the Qingwang Sect with people, and Inspection Team even brought back more than a hundred people at a time.

This was actually because Lu Bai's orders were rather vague, resulting in many of the people brought back being natives who admired Heavenly Venerate Lu, rather than all of them being death-defying fighters.

Even so, by early evening, the number of deathmatchers gathered on the back mountain had already exceeded one hundred.

Nearly 70% of the fighters were not marked with his Mana, a number that, to be honest, was somewhat beyond Lu Bai's expectations.

It can only be said that the fighters who have survived to this day are indeed quite pragmatic.

After patiently waiting until nightfall and confirming that all the members of the dispatched Inspection Team had returned, Lu Bai made a sword gesture with his right hand and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

Nearly twenty more Mana markers he had placed beforehand were activated, meaning these deathmatch fighters who were trying to hide no longer needed to be kept alive.

[Bite!]

[Points +36, Current Points: 86, Current Rank: 1/130]

Upon hearing the mechanical system voice, he merely glanced at it, quickly confirming the number of remaining gladiators in the Deathmatch Arena, and then paid no further attention.

If we count them, there are probably more than a dozen death fighters hiding in various parts of Xuanzhou, but their exact locations are currently unknown.

Fortunately, this wasn't a very important matter for him.

Lu Bai stretched and finished doing all this before floating up from the Dao Seeking Stone.

He walked on air, strolling leisurely towards the back mountain, yet his speed was extremely fast, covering a distance of over a hundred meters in an instant.

In the short time it took to drink a sip of water, Lu Bai arrived above the back mountain of the Qingwang Sect.

He looked down at the dense crowd below and casually marked the fighters with Mana symbols.

He then mobilized his magical Mana and summoned all the thousands of natives in one go, moving them to the square in front of the palace.

The once crowded back hill suddenly became empty.

It's worth mentioning that, despite the sudden turn of events, the remaining hundred or so fighters did not experience any significant disturbance.

After all, they know why they're here; this change can only mean one thing—

They all looked up at the same time, and in the deep night sky, the four large, emerald-green characters "Innocent Smile" stood out prominently.

Lu Bai, too lazy to show off in this way, deliberately landed on the ground.

He greeted the deathmatchers present with a friendly attitude, "I'm sure you all know me, right?"

"Of course, of course."

"The compassionate and merciful saint, the unparalleled Heavenly Venerate Lu!"

"Such magnanimity is truly something that is better seen than heard of, and even better when seen than heard of."

The deathmatchers present all spoke up, adopting very humble postures.

In fact, when they arrived at the Qingwang Sect and discovered that so many deathmatch fighters shared the same idea as them, their Dao hearts began to waver.

After all, it's a Deathmatch Showdown, and the objective will only be revealed during the third round of the Ability Pool, which means that at most fifty people can survive.

Even when deathmatchers form teams, I've never heard of any team that gathers hundreds of deathmatchers.

But what's done is done, and regret is useless now.

Since there's no way to escape from Mahayana stage immortal, the only option is to strive to become Lu Bai's most loyal lackey.

Immediately, a cacophony of flattery and cheers erupted.

Li Mu, who was fishing nearby, was dumbfounded and wanted to say, "You guys really have no shame when it comes to surviving."

However, considering my own situation, I don't seem to have the right to say such things.

"I can see that; everyone is incredibly loyal."

Lu Bai chuckled and raised his hand to press down, "But as everyone knows, the battle of deathmatchers has always been like this, and your numbers seem a bit too many."

The hundreds of fighters were divided into two rows, left and right, staring at each other nervously, and the atmosphere gradually became somewhat tense.

They each held a slip of paper with a number from one to fifty written on it.

Lu Bai casually placed the box containing the lottery results aside, his gaze sweeping over each of the deathmatchers on either side, and said, "The two who drew number one can now step forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, two fighters stepped forward from the crowd on either side of him, looking at each other with solemn expressions.

Ultimately, only fifty people can survive a Deathmatch Showdown, and their numbers are clearly excessive; they must reduce the number.

However, it's difficult for proud and arrogant fighters to accept such a helpless death, as it's something that Lu Bai could do at will and rely purely on luck.

It would be easier for the fighters present to accept the idea of pairing up and fighting by drawing lots.

Of course, fairness is only relative; there is no absolute fairness.

Even for a fighter whose cultivation has reached the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, there is still little suspense when facing an opponent who has never cultivated before.

Looking at the two standing in the pre-drawn square area, 100 meters on each side, Lu Bai said with interest, "Since you both know the rules, let's begin."

Li Mu, holding a megaphone, shouted, "The first Deathmatch All-Round Unrestricted Fighting Tournament is now beginning!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two combatants immediately charged at each other.