"The arena's this small, so let's keep luck out of it."
Just as the two deathmatchers in the arena were about to fight to the death, Lu Bai suddenly spoke.
If he'd only said it, the two deathmatchers would still have used their abilities once they were pushed into a corner.
Yet both of them—and all the other deathmatchers around them—were stunned when Lu Bai's words rang out.
It was as if his words had become law. To their horror, every deathmatcher present discovered that the abilities they'd just obtained vanished into thin air before they could even use them.
Those who'd picked relatively powerful abilities had the hardest time keeping their expressions under control.
Even with Lu Bai presiding over them, the deathmatchers present couldn't help crying out in shock.
This was simply beyond anything they'd imagined. They'd never even heard of anything like it.
"Can a Mahayana cultivator really make his words come true?"
Even with the truth right before their eyes, the deathmatchers could only suspect that Lu Bai had used some special method, rather than an ability.
After all, an ability that could nullify the abilities of other deathmatchers was absurdly overpowered, no matter how they looked at it.
Lu Bai clearly had no intention of explaining. He simply waved a hand and gestured for them to continue.
In the end, Lu Bai was the one who'd given them this chance to survive. None of the deathmatchers dared show him any dissatisfaction.
What was done was done. There was no point in regretting it now; they might as well think about how to kill their opponents.
The straightforward one-on-one fights resumed in the arena.
But after that little interruption, some of the deathmatchers were inevitably unsettled.
In several fights, the side with the clear advantage instead