Madman

Quite a few examinees had noticed Bo Shuo by now.

With no other reason than his excessively handsome and stern appearance, coupled with a keep-away-from-me aura, he was the spitting image of a Big Shot player.

Seeing that Bo Shuo had no desire to engage with them, they were not brainless enough to crowd forward either, just in case they angered Bo Shuo and ended up dying with nowhere to turn.

Yet even so, they still cast their gazes toward Bo Shuo without leaving a trace.

They correspondingly noticed the youth's cooling aura—frigid, cold, dangerous to the extreme, and fierce enough to nearly chill one to the bone.

Those deep purple pupils were calm and indifferent, utterly devoid of any Emotional Fluctuation, carrying the heavy deterrence of an apex predator. If an ordinary person were stared at like that, they might currently have trembling legs and nearly faint away.

At this, the atmosphere in the arena turned subtle.

The two C-class examinees on the very edge had their entire bodies' muscles tensed, and an unspoken sense of danger spread. Even though the youth was not looking at them, this intense horror—as if placing one's neck right above sharp fangs—made their hearts race.

After a long while, Bo Shuo finally withdrew his gaze with bitter grievance.

A male romantic object was a male romantic object, he decided to turn a blind eye to it.

Yet the male romantic object himself lacked any self-awareness. He arrived at Bo Shuo's side, a soft smile resting on his fair features. "May I get to know you? My name is Xi Guici."

007 suddenly seemed to sense something and spoke up, "Host, the scent on him isn't quite right!"

To confirm his own conjecture, the little light orb leaned in to sniff, then was frightened into violently bouncing back several yards, his voice turning terrified.

"He... h-he! Why is there the aura of a deity on him, and it's the exact same deity who brutally slaughtered all my previous hosts?!"

Upon hearing this news, Bo Shuo stiffened as well.

What, what, what?

No way, running into a major boss right after stepping out of the newbie village?

007 brought him even more unfortunate news, "With this concentration of aura, he's most likely that deity's divine favorite. If he finds out your identity, he'll kill you with his own hands!!!"

Startled by 007's words, Bo Shuo looked at the seemingly approachable man before him and mentally slapped a dangerous tag on him. He did not dare to have too much contact or communication with the other party, terrified that the man might snap a wrong wire in his brain and chop him down.

Xi Guici did not know that Bo Shuo had already been frightened by him and was still patiently waiting for a reply.

After waiting for a long time, he only received a low and indifferent, "Bo."

The other party seemingly did not wish to speak much with him. Those gorgeous purple pupils, resembling jade stones, lingered for a brief few moments before drifting away indifferently.

Subsequently, the only things left behind for him were hair as black as satin and a faint, detached pine-and-snow scent that brushed against the tip of his nose.

He seemed to have been ignored.

Xi Guici felt his fingertips itch, and the eyes hidden beneath gold-rimmed glasses flickered with a burning heat. He heard his originally calm heart beating at a rapid pace.

This was an excitement akin to meeting one's match. A mere glance was enough for him to recognize that the other party and he were the exact same type of person.

The exact same madman.

On his end, Bo Shuo retreated with trepidation, finally letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Xi Guici did not call out to stop him.

Splendid, his identity had not been exposed.

Goodness knows how close he had been to not knowing where to put his hands and feet just now. Damn it, if Xi Guici had leaned in any closer, he might have reacted reflexively and attacked on the spot.

Shortly after, he was accosted by the short-haired female, Sang Yu. "Hello, Mr. Bo."

She had clearly paid attention to Bo Shuo's earlier introduction.

The woman walked slightly closer, allowing Bo Shuo to clearly see her appearance. There was a slender scar on her lower jaw, stretching all the way from the corner of her lips to her neck, carrying a slightly spine-chilling aura.

Bo Shuo asked in puzzlement, "What is it?"

As soon as these words left his mouth, the youth's indifferent gaze landed squarely on Sang Yu alone.

While the lateral pressure alone earlier was enough for Sang Yu to handle, she was now being stared at directly by herself. Even though the youth intentionally reined it in, it was still more than Sang Yu could bear.

Sang Yu concealed the wariness in her eyes and expressed her purpose for seeking out Bo Shuo, "I want to form a partnership with you."

"A partnership?" Bo Shuo was even more puzzled. "Looking for me?"

Bo Shuo's latter question originally meant to ask why she was looking for him to partner up.

Yet falling into Sang Yu's ears, it took on a different meaning, instinctively translating to on what grounds do you think you are qualified to seek a partnership with me.

Sang Yu's heart skipped a beat, realizing that her response was of vital importance. She began to weigh her words with every syllable as she spoke,

"I am very useful."

(Examinee ID y1329 presents her panel to you. Do you accept?)

After tapping accept, rows of numerical stats popped out.

The most striking of all was the skill at the very front.

Name: Shadow Escape

A concealment skill with an extremely high upper limit, brief cooldown, and formidable offensive power. It was among the absolute best even among all B-rank players.

Bo Shuo was somewhat lost for words.

Big sister, you found the wrong person. He is not a real Big Shot; he is merely the most skilled at putting on a front among this whole bunch of people.

Seeing that Mr. Bo kept staring at her without speaking, Sang Yu broke out in a sweat on her palms, a chill creeping up from the soles of her feet.

She naturally knew how rash this move of hers was.

As for the reason—Sang Yu looked at the light screen before her.