Without a doubt, the Players who had rushed to the area around the conference room had also been restrained by the Space Sharp Blade. Most were still standing, but in rather odd poses. Some had their heads tilted back, some were caught running, some were carrying others, and some were standing on one leg. Each looked like a wax figure frozen in midair, their eyes the only things that could move.
The conference room opened onto wide corridors on all four sides, each at least thirty meters across. Beyond them were training rooms. The Players had probably been assigned nearby with safety in mind, but it clearly hadn't helped much. If anything, it had added dozens more hostages.
"You're so stupid I don't even feel like killing you." Xu Huo looked at the person across the table. "If numbers alone could win, I wouldn't have come here by myself today."
With that, he promptly granted the man's generous wish to die.
Blood had been spilled, but none of the Players in the conference room had left District 014 to enter a Dungeon. Their faces had only grown grimmer, and a trace of fear had crept in—these people didn't even have the courage to enter a Dungeon alone.
Each Player could only enter a limited number of low-level Dungeons every year. With the help of their companions and walkthroughs, those seated in the conference room had reached C-level or higher in a very short time, so they hadn't gained much experience. Besides, Dungeons only grew harder as their levels rose, and even after reaching high-level Dungeons, they weren't guaranteed walkthroughs for every one. Even with a walkthrough, Dungeons weren't always the same. Sending these people into a Dungeon alone would put them under far more pressure than Xu Huo was putting