So I asked you

Looking at this person who acted as if it were perfectly normal, Lu Bai suddenly laughed.

He stepped forward and stood close enough to feel somewhat superior.

"You've rambled on and on, which only proves that you have absolutely no fighting ability, right?"

The Lord's expression visibly stiffened. He deliberately returned to his seat to show his composure and fearlessness, never expecting that Lu Bai would disregard all decorum and come so close to speak to him.

If he sits down and then stands up again, it will make him seem like he was intimidated by Lu Bai, and his aura will vanish.

It would be even more ridiculous if he didn't stand up and just looked up at Lu Bai.

After a moment of hesitation, the master finally turned his gaze to the plate in front of him, forcing himself not to look at Lu Bai, barely maintaining the last shred of dignity.

Aren't you going to say anything?

Lu Bai looked down at this so-called master and chuckled.

In fact, he deliberately got so close, and his tone became unusually arrogant, mostly to entice the man who was making the first move.

He claimed to have no fighting ability, but the other party could easily twist a person's head off, so it's hard to say he had no fighting ability at all. At most, the strength of the other party is debatable.

The master clearly could not tolerate Lu Bai's attitude either.

The more unrestrained Lu Bai appeared, the less this master dared to act rashly.

The reason is that he has never seen such a confident human being in real life.

They're either brainless idiots or genuinely fearless.

This person logically felt that Lu Bai was most likely the former, but he dared not gamble.

He hoped to live longer, so he could at least learn more about Lu Bai's situation and personality.

To be honest, when they enter the Deathmatch Arena as Replicant, they often encounter outstanding humans who can look down on them in the Deathmatch Arena, and they can do nothing about it.

But these so-called masters wouldn't care, because they all knew it was just Deathmatch Arena.

After all, if a group has a large enough population, there will always be some extraordinary individuals who are hard to understand. Only such individuals can enable their group to make great strides forward.

Only such figures can uphold the backbone of one ethnic group when two different ethnic groups are in conflict.

However, all of this is predicated on the premise that the gap between the two ethnic groups cannot be too large.

Just like the Shu Han state after Liu Bei entrusted his son to Cao Wei, which was riddled with internal problems, it still fought against nine other mines with one mine. Even the prime minister, who was hailed as the embodiment of wisdom throughout the ages, was powerless to reverse the situation.

Compared to the race to which the Lord resides, the gap between humans and the Lord is even more exaggerated than one mine defeating nine.

The technological gap is so vast it's despairing; it can't be reversed simply by the emergence of one or two geniuses.

Not to mention that under strict supervision, such individuals would be nipped in the bud before they even have a chance to develop.

"Since you're not going to speak, then I'll ask you."

Relying on his [Steel Body], Lu Bai unabashedly reached out and patted the master's head, completely unconcerned about any possible sneak attack. "I have a lot of questions for you."

The Spokesperson of these settlements present all stared blankly at everything that was happening.

Lu Bai's attitude of treating this master like a pet reminded them of the master's past mysterious and profound nature, inevitably making them feel a great sense of absurdity.

How could God tolerate someone defecating on His head?

Is this a test of their loyalty?

Some local Spokesperson couldn't help but have these thoughts. Driven by the desire for a better life, one unshaven local Spokesperson gritted his teeth and shouted, "Damn it! What the hell are you doing?!"

Despite the insults, no local Spokesperson dared to personally take action against Lu Bai.

After finishing his rant, the unkempt middle-aged man gave his underling a look, signaling him to quickly go and handle the situation.

Ultimately, although those titles made Lu Bai's aura quite intimidating, he did not display any superior strength and seemed to be no different from an ordinary person.

"Who brought you here? You want to die?!"

The two underlings were unsure of themselves, but not overly afraid.

He cursed angrily as he walked towards Lu Bai.

"Do you see that? This is the inherent inferiority of your race."

The choice of the Spokesperson of that settlement finally gave the Lord an outlet for his pent-up frustration.

To be honest, he didn't think these people posed a threat to Lu Bai, but he felt that this incident had at least allowed him to regain some control of the situation.

To his surprise, Lu Bai didn't even turn his head; he simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The invisible air currents transformed into two sharp wind blades.

In a flash, two perfectly healthy heads were flung onto the restaurant ceiling before crashing heavily to the ground.

Blood spurted instantly from the smooth cross-section of the neck, scattering a radiating crimson pattern across the dining table.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone present, from the Spokesperson of the settlement to their Spokesperson, gasped in shock.

They had considered the possibility of Lu Bai making a move, but they never expected it to be so casual.

"Deathmatcher?"

"And a deathmatch fighter who has retained his abilities?!"

They are human too, and can also enter the Deathmatch Arena.

However, compared to underground shelters, these surface settlements have very few fighters who can use their abilities in the real world due to the small population size.

Even if there are such elites, they will soon be recruited by the Lord.

"You don't think I'm some kind of saint, do you?"

After doing all this, the smile on Lu Bai's face remained unchanged.

Against the backdrop of two human-shaped fountains of blood behind him, this seemingly harmless smile ironically evoked a chilling sense of unease in onlookers.

"Alright, now that it's quiet, let me ask you a question."

Lu Bai hesitated for half a second before continuing, "My first question is, what is the name of your race?"

The Lord was in turmoil, but forcibly maintained his silence.

"It's fine if you don't say it, it's just a name anyway, I'll just call you Replicant."

Lu Bai seemed easy to talk to and didn't make a move despite the other party's silence.

"So, the second question is about the Deathmatch System. It shouldn't belong to you, right? At least your Replicant can't control it, and they can't even enter the Deathmatch Arena without wearing a human shell. Am I right?"

The Lord chose to remain silent.

Seeing this, Lu Bai's smile grew even brighter, "Sometimes no answer is also an answer. It seems I guessed right."

A barely perceptible hint of seriousness flashed in the Lord's eyes.