Swipe the card and enter.
The light door in the wall was equivalent to a teleportation array. Russell stepped through it and arrived in a primeval jungle.
Because he could not hear the Main God's prompt, he had been delayed for over ten seconds. The burly man opposite him was clearly growing impatient.
The light door vanished. Russell ignored the big black face across from him and spread out his telepathy, discovering several arenas far in the distance.
Yet there was no trace of the waiting room where the Reincarnators had gathered. Even Duan Xinlan could not be detected through telepathy. Excluding the possibility that it was located in outer space, it was likely an independent space created by the Main God.
Once the members entered, the light door disappeared, and the Arena Tournament officially began.
"Shorty, what's with your number?"
The burly man had intended to throw out some trash talk before starting, but the moment he saw Russell's number, his brow furrowed deeply.
Everyone else had numbers. Only Russell had a string of garbled characters.
A coincidence, or was there another reason?
Something strange was afoot. The burly man decided to ask first and adjust the level of his trash talk accordingly.
"What did you just call me?"
Russell's eye twitched. At 1.8 meters tall, he was being called short? Was there no justice left in the world?
"Short—"
Bang!
The battle ended.
Russell used Quick Draw and Holy Spear Baptism, a chained skill that unleashed a torrent of energy. One shot... cough, one bullet turned his opponent into scattered ashes.
He had Deadpool to thank for that. Without Deadpool, he could never have developed such masterful headshot skills.
Though the system had never evaluated it, Russell firmly believed his headshot marksmanship had become a permanent master-level skill.