The Second Round of Deathmatch Showdown

The interior of the Multi-purpose Venue.

The students who were about to engage in Deathmatch Showdown had all arrived at their designated positions and were quietly awaiting the start of the second round of the Deathmatch Showdown.

"Please relax and stay calm," Chen Li said casually from the podium.

After Liang Fuzhong and the other class advisors finished counting the number of students, they returned to the podium one after another.

Many students looked up at the huge clock at the top of the hall.

The longest second hand on the dial is gradually approaching the scheduled time.

No one needed to step forward to maintain order; the students in the room quieted down on their own.

Over the centuries, everyone has known that the Deathmatch System is exceptionally punctual, and there has never been a case of a mishap.

Students, including faculty and staff, all gazed at the clock at the top, silently counting down the seconds.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

At the exact moment, a mechanical, emotionless voice simultaneously echoed in the minds of every student in the room.

[Bite!]

[The second round of the Deathmatch Showdown begins.]

[Teleportation initiated!]

[Deathmatch Arena ID: 87****1062]

[Username: Rename26LB (Cannot be changed at this time)]

[Main title equipped: Innocent Smile]

[Already equipped with secondary titles: Decapitation Butcher, Ultimate Murderer]

[Talent: 18.2]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current ranking: 500/500]

[Ability: Flash Time]

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

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.

Lu Bai quickly recovered from the dizziness of the teleportation and immediately noticed the emerald green light flashing above his head, radiating a vibrant aura.

He looked up and saw the four large characters "Innocent Smile" prominently displayed above his head, and above this green title were two rows of red and black artistic lettering.

"The Decapitation Butcher" and "The Ultimate Murderer"—these two titles, with their grotesque, cursive script-like strokes and bloody color, inspire fear.

His eyelid twitched.

As predicted on the Deathmatch Participant Forum, the titles you wear will be displayed in the Deathmatch Arena, and the art style is similar to some trashy browser game where one hit deals 9999 damage.

Unfortunately, once equipped, the title cannot be removed; it can only be hidden or replaced. The main title doesn't even have a hidden option.

Thankfully, only those engaged in deathmatch can see it; otherwise, they would probably be beaten to death by the natives as soon as they entered the Deathmatch Arena, mistaken for monsters.

Lu Bai silently concealed his two secondary titles, forcing himself to accept this reality.

Since things have come to this point, let's take a look at this round's Ability Pool first.

He then turned on the ability selection.

The semi-transparent Data Panel in front of the retina was then obscured by three segmented images.

[Rapid Thinking (Silver): Increases one's thinking speed, but greatly increases the likelihood of brain damage.]

[Armory II): Opens the Tier II Armory and randomly grants one special weapon.]

[Your Name Is Li Si (Silver): This can forcibly change the target's name to Li Si.]

Is it just Silver level Ability Pool?

This means that other Deathmatchers will only have a white Ability Pool in their first round.

Lu Bai frowned slightly. Unlike most deathmatch fighters, he didn't believe that the lower the level of his Ability Pool, the better.

For him, the higher the level of his Ability Pool, the greater his advantage.

But,

That's enough.

At least it's not as flashy as a title.

"Wang Ting, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, your eyes sparkle like stars..."

Just as Lu Bai was struggling with whether or not to become a gambling addict, a man's heartfelt confession suddenly drifted to his ears on the wind.

After temporarily exiting his personal profile, Lu Bai decided to observe his current situation.

No wonder he could occasionally feel a strong wind blowing; it turned out he was currently thousands of meters in the air.

To be precise, it was a manned hot air balloon in flight.

There were three people in the basket below the hot air balloon, including him.

The man and woman in the photo are likely either a married couple or lovers.

And his identity seems to be that of the pilot of this hot air balloon?

How do you drive this thing?

He glanced at the three instruments on his right: an altimeter, a velocity gauge, and a thermometer.

It's quite easy to tell the difference, but figuring out the specific steps still depends on luck.

At the other end of the suspended basket, a tall and handsome man was dressed in a sharp suit.

He spoke sweet words, took out a diamond ring from his pocket, knelt on one knee, and said affectionately, "Will you marry me?"

Wang Ting replied expressionlessly, "No."

"Oh dear... this is awkward."

Lu Bai's hands, which were about to clap, froze in place.

He had originally planned to tell them some bad news to cheer them up after the atmosphere had become warm, but to his surprise, the woman refused on the spot.

Telling them at this point that I can't fly a hot air balloon seems a bit tactless.

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "This thing should take half an hour... maybe an hour to land. What should we talk about next?"

Nobody paid him any attention.

The man looked dejected. He had just stood up when he stumbled again, clearly still reeling from the blow.

But what's strange is that Wang Ting didn't say anything, which gave off a very eerie feeling.

Something's not right.

Upon thinking of this, Lu Bai narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought about it carefully and realized that although the woman spoke only one word, her tone sounded slightly awkward.

It's like someone who has just learned to speak.

"No, that's not it, you're joking, aren't you?"

Coming to his senses, the man reached out and pressed his hands on the woman's shoulders.

Forcing an awkward smile, she said, "You told me you hoped I would propose to you from heaven, that you thought it would be very romantic. You must have been joking with me, right?"

The man rambled on and on, as if he had lost his mind, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

Wang Ting remained expressionless, letting the man pull and shake her.

Perhaps from shaking it too much, Wang Ting's face suddenly cracked open.

My entire head unfolded rapidly, like a folded ball of yarn.

The ends of these protruding strips of meat even formed gleaming bone spurs and bone knives.

Seeing this, the man felt like his head was about to split open.

Startled, she slumped down on her bottom. "I must be dreaming."

He kept kicking his legs, trying to distance himself from Wang Ting.

"Whoa! An alien!"

Lu Bai couldn't help but smile, "No, this thing is more like Parasitic Beast."

Wang Ting's figure below the neck was still as graceful as ever, but her head had turned into a ferocious monster. Compared to the Parasitic Beast in Lu Bai's memory, it only lacked that iron blade.

However, those ghastly white bone blades did appear to be quite sharp.

Wow!

Wang Ting stood still, controlling a strip of meat that whistled through the air.

The man slumped to the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at the fleshy strip hurtling towards him, utterly powerless to retaliate.

The next instant, Lu Bai suddenly activated [Flash Time]. During the time freeze, he reached out and grabbed the man's collar at the back of his neck, pulling him back a bit, thus preventing the man's head from being severed.

His action naturally caught Wang Ting's attention.

The monster, like a cold-blooded killer, attacked again without saying a word.

It swung its upper body, and a strip of meat with a bone blade at the end swept across.