Chapter 200

Confirmed, Deathmatch is similar to a random mission mode; players cannot start two matches simultaneously.

Two-Gun Zhang, didn't add his own biases to the intelligence; he's clearly a smart man. Misleading Yuki would only bring him trouble, so—

Yuki dodged the incoming battle axe, stepped forward, and flicked his elbow, sending the burly man flying. He then grabbed the man's legs, turned, and slammed him down hard.

Boom!

A passing car was smashed into a pancake, and the burly man coughed up blood, his bones shattered.

He instantly lost his fighting ability, and then, without any intervention for a moment, he exploded into a shower of minced meat with a 'boom'.

Yuki was prepared and jumped away in advance, his eye twitching slightly involuntarily.

Confirmed, the bug cannot be exploited in Deathmatch, allowing you to charge around with a wounded soldier.

It is confirmed that the souls of the Cult members are whole, and I am able to receive replenishment.

After confirming the two pieces of information, he suddenly turned around and saw one red and two black figures rushing towards him, their killing intent locking onto him.

Confirmed, the number of players varies in each battle, and the condition is an attack action.

Yuki never dared to dream of a one-on-one duel; he simply planted his long sword under his feet, twisted his wrist, and pulled it upwards.

Combat Technique: Earth Dragon.

The gravel, mixed with the onlookers, rolled away, forming a mud dragon tens of meters long. The cadre suddenly stopped and raised a large sword as big as a door panel.

Point!!

Veins bulged on his forehead as he gripped his greatsword tightly and slashed down. The wind pressure formed a thin line that cleaved the earth dragon, ran across the long street, and cut a three-story building across the street in two.

The sound of collapsing buildings echoed in the distance. The deadly battle was not over. The man drew his weapon without hesitation, but the greatsword in his hand remained motionless.

Looking up, Yuki standing with his feet on the sword, staring at him with blood-red eyes, the Black Hole muzzle of a gun pointed at him.

Bang--

The shotgun blast pulverized a nearby house and a man in a black suit. Yuki lightly jumped up, braced his feet, and grabbed his greatsword, looking at the cadre who had instantly rolled several meters away.

"Didn't you want to see how I fight?"

Bang!

The shotgun pierced through his armpit, blasting away the enemy charging from behind. He spun around in place, like a rabbit kicking an eagle, and kicked the greatsword.

Swish--

The heavy weapon instantly transformed into a circular saw, whistling as it flew towards the Cult leader, who was forced to jump backward to let the weapon slash past his eyes.

The afterimage had barely passed when a figure wielding knives in both hands darted in front of him and, without a word, delivered a heavy slash.

"That's enough for you!"

"What? He actually dared to make a move?"

The news quickly reached the apostle's ears, or rather, it didn't even need to be reported. Standing atop the black building, it could see the dust billowing from the city.

Houses shattered like building blocks, and pure white shockwaves sent cars flying.

"Yes, he left the lounge ten minutes ago to engage in a fierce battle with the Cult." Elk was somewhat puzzled. There was no possibility of him holding back; shouldn't they be resting and preparing for the upcoming championship match?

"He's no match for Adam; doing this will only widen the gap in strength, unless..."

"Unless he never intended to participate in the championship battle at all." The Apostle's subordinate finished speaking, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "It seems he still wants to make a last-ditch effort, although I don't know how he can do it."

From the perspective of the apostle, Yuki had little room for maneuver. Should he use himself as bait to let those women escape? But they were too weak; the Cult could easily kill them with just a few men.

Besides, I can't even escape this world, so where can they escape to?

Speaking of Mai Sakurajima and the others, the apostles are in a bit of a predicament, not because they are too strong, but because they are too weak.

Why ignore it all along? It has nothing to do with confidence; it's simply because sending someone to fight them to the death would guarantee their demise. And based on previous experience dealing with other seeds, if two people die, the entire team of seeds will be annihilated.

If you're going to kill the whole squad, why not start with Yuki?

It's either live or die; there's no third option, and there will be no mercy.

That's not all; the real problem is that the Cult members won't be following them. All the troops deployed around the area are excitedly engaged in battle with Yuki. Where am I supposed to find those women? And even if I do find them, what can I do?

The apostle was not troubled; his logic was simple: send people to find those bedbugs, and once found, they would surely die. If the bedbugs died, the seed would also die, but the seed could not die yet.

Why bother looking? Everyone's going to die after the ritual is complete anyway.

Apart from Hayasaka Ai, who has a slight presence, the senior students and others are like air in this instance. They pose no threat to the apostles and, at most, can only target the audience.

He was about to have Elk guard the altars when he slightly raised his head.

Boom--

The sounds of battle intensified. In the west of the city, a storm soared into the sky, shattering everything within hundreds of meters.

"Adeke is dead, Adam seems to be even stronger." Elk said with envy. His peers were unleashing their full power in the most ferocious battle, while he was stuck here racking his brains with the Apostle.

It was truly agonizing.

"Adam has received the invitation and is already bloodthirsty." The apostle was equally eager, with an irresistible urge to try.

Fight him! Cut off his head! Crush his body!

But I must endure and let the Blood God's gaze fall upon me.

The apostle forced himself to turn away, trying hard not to look at the power that could easily destroy an entire city block.

"Who's next?"

"Klein, I bet he won't last ten minutes, then he'll be satisfied with being crushed." Elk also turned his head away. He had pulled so many tricks before, even raising questions, so the way to suppress them was simple.

One option is to kill, and the other is to let everyone get what they want and fight Adam.

Yuki saw as a foolish act of lining up to die was a benefit that Elk and the others desperately wanted.

Believers only need to enjoy the battle, while apostles clearly have much more to consider.

Now that the forces are being distributed to the extreme, the useless seed has not died yet, Adam is gradually going berserk, and then Yuki jumps out again.

'That's a good thing too. What if he had been waiting patiently and Adam had actually been defeated? After the ritual was completed, I would have preferred to kill Adam myself.'

' Adam is likely the strongest player in this closed world; killing him would be a tremendous honor.'

After much thought, the apostle slowly spoke, "Elk, go and stop Kevin, wear him down. I need some more time; we can't let them meet now."

Once they meet, the deathmatch will begin, and no one can interfere. What Yuki before the ritual even starts? Wouldn't all that power have been wasted?

"My Lord Apostle, I want to fight Adam!" Elk's face was contorted with rage, his resistance palpable.

"Don't worry, he can satisfy you now." The apostle pointed to the east of the city, where a blood-red Tatsumaki rose up, with the same astonishing momentum and the same destructive power.

"Even if he is despicable, he is still a powerful warrior. Under the watchful eye of the Blood God, you too will gain immortality."

This time, Yuki didn't use the Night Domain; he fought fair and square. His strength, having been tested by Wu Raian, was beyond doubt.

Elk's defiant expression lessened slightly. Then he remembered that as the most strategic, intelligent, and highly regarded member of the Golden Mask faction, enduring humiliation was also a responsibility.

"What if I kill him?"

"Then kill." The apostle didn't hesitate for a second, falling into a state of frenzy.

Execution of the plan—that was the last vestige of rationality, something to be maintained in order to ascend to a higher level of killing.

"What if he kills me and then defeats Adam?" Elk asked again.

"It's alright, I won't hesitate when the time comes." The apostle slowed his speech, looking at the two energy storms to the east and west in the distance. "As long as the war begins, the foundation can be laid. Completing the ritual will only incur a higher price. Even with the rules of the Reincarnation Game guaranteeing him, he will inevitably die here. There is absolutely no possibility of him leaving, because—"

"I am the champion!"

Chapter Thirty-One: The God of Gamblers

The deathmatch rule is the greatest chance that the Reincarnation Game offers to hardcore players.

It ensures that the Cult, possessing overwhelming power, cannot deploy all its forces at once; otherwise, let alone Transcendental Grade player, even a player a level higher would not be able to face the siege of the entire dungeon alone.

However, at this point, the overly simple and honest folk customs of this instance became an obstacle.

Before any conflict erupts, the simple and honest local customs ensure that players can complete story missions while searching for clues.

But when things really turned sour, the intensity suddenly increased, which made Yuki understand why most players would rather step onto the arena where they had a slim chance of survival than confront the Cult head-on.

"They are impossible to eradicate completely."

Yuki stood amidst the ruins, gripping a blood-dripping longsword, surrounded by a dozen scattered corpses.

There were soldiers in black suits and officers in red suits inside. These men were fearless and launched a full-scale attack on him right away.

Deathmatches are counted by the number of rounds. The greater the commotion, the more enemies will come to meet you. Moreover, due to the rules of deathmatches, the battle will be bound together until it ends, so even the senior's special characteristics cannot be hidden.

With nowhere to hide, and although the enemy couldn't interfere in the deathmatch, one wave subsided only for another to rise, making the deathmatch seem endless.

"Fearless and unyielding, are they really not afraid of killing me?" Yuki muttered to himself for the nth time. This Cult gave him a feeling that was both absurd and insane.

On the one hand, he was flexible on his bottom line and never interfered with his seniors. On the other hand, he did his utmost to ensure that those who died by his hand did not suffer any loss.

The self-contradictory nature of the deadly battle acts as a dividing line, clearly separating the internal and external characteristics.

Therefore, we cannot let that apostle make a move now, otherwise it will definitely do everything in its power to kill me.

Yuki continued to adjust his plans, leaning on his sword as he stood up. He saw a dozen or so members of the Cult rushing towards him in the distance. They ignored the scattered corpses; powerful enemies only made them more excited.

It's never-ending. Luckily, you don't get caught in the cycle, so you can replenish my soul energy.

With a cold gaze, according to Two-Gun Zhang's intelligence, it wasn't impossible to disengage from the fight; one would need to use the strongest attack to end the deathmatch instantly, and then quickly hide before the next deathmatch began.

But why should I hide? Wu Raian's depleted energy can only be replenished from you.

Yuki glanced at the onlookers. Killing more of these creatures trapped in the cycle was pointless; because of the cover of Night Domain, the Cult and the Apostles lacked a crucial piece of information—

He gets stronger with each battle, and earns more with each fight.

Yuki lifted the roof next to him, amplifying his 'great strength' Concept Enhancement, as if transforming into Giant of immense power. From a distance of a hundred meters, he used the roof as a javelin and hurled it directly at Yuuki.

Boom--

The roof and several houses collapsed with a crash, knocking over a large number of passersby, and the orderly procession immediately scattered in all directions.

The deathmatch begins.

Dust mixed with gravel spread, raising a mushroom cloud in the city. The Demon Eye locked onto the rapidly approaching enemy, and the slight tremor from the ground made him raise his head.

In the distance, as if in a contest across the void, an even larger mushroom cloud rose up, and it was obvious who was responding.

"You're stronger than me, kill more."

Yuki sneered. Neither Adam nor the Cult would hold back; the two pairs of berserkers fighting would be a perfect opportunity to use each other to kill.

He looked at the most aggressive of the Cult and raised his shotgun.

"I know my limitations, so I'll save my energy."

Wow, those two are really fierce. Luckily, I made a quick exit. Neither of them is someone to be trifled with.

On the south side of the city, a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with black hair, black sunglasses, and a black trench coat, raised his head, and two mushroom clouds were reflected in his glasses.

Zhang Jin, or rather, Two-Gun Zhang, gazed at the battlefield. He didn't feel any lingering fear or anything like that. Ever since he discovered Adam's existence, he hadn't thought about competing for any championship.

If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. You might as well go and solve the second main quest.

Adam's existence unexpectedly triggered a chain reaction. He received 'special' treatment from the Cult, making the other players who honestly pursued the game pale in comparison.

And that overly direct Cult —they had no chance to play tricks on them; it was either kill them or be killed by them.

"So I'm settling for second best, just wanting to stay safe, and putting all my bets on that Kevin." Zhang Jin lit a cigarette, took an epic deep drag, and looked at the wary boy beside him. "Xiao Li, look, he's here now. There's no need to sulk."

"We took such a huge risk, he should show up," Li Mo'an said sullenly. They had truly cooperated with all their might; at least a third of the crucial intelligence was obtained by risking their lives.

Brother Zhang cooperated fully, confirming that the audience could be killed, that the Cult was bound by the clue 4, and even the specific rules of the deathmatch.

Kevin only made his move against the Cult now; they had been fighting and hiding for a long time.

"Hahaha, nothing in this world is a given. If he were even slightly stupid or cowardly, we would be doomed." Zhang Jin laughed loudly, almost making Li Mo'an rush up to cover his mouth.

The Cult's forces have been drawn away, but some are still relentlessly pursuing them.

"So how do you know he'll step forward?"