System Self-Check
Hearing the term "Celestial Venerable" from the young man, Lu Bai recalled a murder case that Li Shan and Feng Yixuan had handled before, during which someone had also addressed him in that way.
If nothing unexpected happens, that murder was also caused by this young man in front of me.
But at that time, they were still hiding their true intentions and were very careful in their methods.
From this perspective, the young man in front of us probably wasn't that skilled at first, but rather grew rapidly at an exaggerated pace.
So fast it's like,
An old monster possessing another body to rebuild his cultivation?
Considering Lu Bai's experience in the previous Deathmatch Showdown, the answer seems obvious.
"But is that even possible?"
Lu Bai frowned.
After all, when he first came to this world, he specifically checked the historical records of the shelter.
He was certain that since the Deathmatch System was introduced, there had never been a case of natives from the Deathmatch Arena running into the real world.
Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "Which immortal sect do you come from?"
It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The young man's maniacal laughter was instantly replaced by resentment. "You've destroyed far more than dozens of immortal sects' lineages. I'm afraid even if I told you, you wouldn't remember them."
The young man stared intently at Lu Bai's face and said, word by word, "Heaven has eyes, giving me the opportunity to avenge this blood feud."
Don't worry, I won't kill you easily. I will extract your soul and refine it into a soul banner, ensuring you are never reincarnated.
The young man paused for a moment, his eyes filled with a chilling resentment. "Only in this way can I quell the hatred in my heart."
Lu Bai didn't take the young man's harsh words to heart.
He was now more concerned about why the natives from this Deathmatch Arena could come out into the real world and cause trouble.
The fact that this was achieved has absolutely nothing to do with the indigenous people themselves.
After all, the Deathmatch System has existed for hundreds of years, so it's impossible that there isn't Deathmatch Arena stronger than the cultivation world.
What ancient god? The concept of "what you think, you see"—isn't that an easier way to sneak out than for cultivators?
This illogical situation inexplicably reminded him of something he had almost forgotten.
Lu Bai calmly opened his personal profile and glanced at it.
[Evaluation: Difficult to evaluate, this is unreasonable, system self-checking in progress...]
The information in the evaluation section changed as follows after the previous round of Deathmatch Showdown.
But nothing strange happened after that, so he stopped paying attention.
Now it seems that the young man in front of me is most likely also involved in this matter.
Lu Bai stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Finally, the system noticed my bug.
But what's the point?
Without going into too much detail, Lu Bai didn't feel that this young man in front of him posed any threat whatsoever.
Why aren't you saying anything?
After making those harsh words, the young man had originally hoped to find regret or panic on Lu Bai's face.
Unfortunately, after staring at Lu Bai for a long time, he could only vaguely sense that Lu Bai's attention was not on him at all.
Ignoring someone's words creates a much stronger sense of mockery than simply shouting insults.
Young people cannot tolerate such an outcome.
He immediately attacked in anger.
A large amount of blood gushed out from his back, like a frenzied evil spirit, shooting towards Lu Bai at top speed.
Lu Bai was preoccupied with figuring out the Deathmatch System and had no time to waste with this young man.
He then waved his hand as if swatting a mosquito.
While a large amount of blood was blown away on the spot, a golden mist was emitted from the young man's body, and a huge word "ding" was engraved above his head.
The young man could only move his eyeballs; he was completely paralyzed, unable to move even a finger, as if petrified.
Upon seeing this, the Captain of the Team Six, who was preparing to cooperate with Lu Bai, was completely stunned.
Feng Yixuan found it hard to believe. She knew that Lu Bai might have some ability, but she still couldn't understand how he could deal with such a troublesome young man so easily.
The main problem is that they don't understand. Didn't the records say that Lu Bai only became a Deathmatcher half a year ago?
In the short time since he first met Lu Bai, how many abilities has he demonstrated?
This is completely unreasonable.
He's only gone through six rounds of Deathmatch Showdown, but Lu Bai has already displayed more than six different abilities.
Li Shan, however, remained calm.
It's no exaggeration to say that after witnessing Lu Bai use his [Wind Riding] to resolve the missile crisis, he probably wouldn't be surprised by anything Lu Bai does next.
He gradually came to understand everything.
Without the young man's control, a large amount of blood quickly began to coagulate.
It creaks when you step on it, and it's a bit sticky.
Lu Bai couldn't figure out the process of the so-called self-check of the Deathmatch System, so he simply waved to the Captain the Team Six and asked him to arrest the young man first.
Although he was being commanded by the deputy Captain of another squadron, no one present felt that anything was wrong.
Even the Captain of the Team Six seemed quite amused when he handcuffed the young man.
Incidentally, the backup team that had been called in earlier arrived at the scene a few minutes later.
The leader of the team was the Captain of another City Direct Military squadron, whom Lu Bai did not recognize, so they did not chat.
After the security of the Fourth Livability City was taken over by this City Direct Military squadron, Lu Bai directly boarded the Team Six Captain's car and escorted the young man back to the city council building.
Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?
In the staff canteen of the City Hall Building, Pu Xueli pushed aside his tray, wondering if he had misheard.
The congressman sitting across from him sighed, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and said with a hint of helplessness, "It was already decided at the meeting. Since the strategy is to place the battlefield on the surface, then of course we should go to the surface to prepare as soon as possible."
"Didn't you consider the actual situation?"
Pu Xueli frowned, clearly suppressing his anger. "The massive relocation starts tomorrow, with over 100 million people to be sent to the surface within a week. Did the guy who set this deadline just come up with it on a whim? Who made that decision? I'm going to have a talk to him."
Leaving aside the carrying capacity of the secluded elevator, the accommodation of people going to the ground is a major problem.
It's worth noting that when Shelter No. 9 was built, it took more than three months just to relocate the residents.
Moreover, the number of people who needed to be relocated back then was not as large as it is now.
Even so, it still caused quite a bit of trouble.
The fact that they've only given us a week is enough to cause unimaginable chaos.
The councilor opposite him leaned back, shrugged, and said, "I'm telling you, didn't you understand? A decision made in a meeting means it was a result of a vote by all City Councilor. Of course, I didn't vote in favor."