The third match.
Dongfang Minghui was still considering whether to use poisoned needles or leave hidden weapons alone for now. Who would have thought that, the moment she stepped into the arena and announced her name, the man opposite her would turn pale? His hand trembled as he pointed at her. "You're the Killing God everyone's talking about-the one whose opponents all die."
The Killing God? She had actually earned herself such an imposing title.
"No, no, I'm not fighting. Referee, I forfeit this match."
She stood in the arena, watching him flee in panic. Only after a long while did she walk back in a daze.
As she left the arena, she could still feel people in the stands pointing at her and whispering. Incidents like what had happened to Ji Xiaoxiao and Night Eagle were hardly rare in the tournament; even dying outright in the arena was considered normal. What was strange was that both had been carried away after fighting her and never woken again. Given their reputations and backgrounds, people could not ignore it even if they wanted to.
"Ninth Sister, don't let it bother you."
"Seventh Sister, maybe I'll qualify without having to fight my next two matches either. That would save me plenty of effort." She could not help mocking herself. Such treatment was absolutely unheard of in the Thousand Family. She still did not know whether Senior Brother Situ and Senior Sister Bai Rou would recover in time for the second-round repechage. Mu Sheng had also lost his match yesterday, meaning he would have to join them in the second round.
Her matches were the least troublesome of anyone's in the team. What more could she want?
Qian Wanyu took her hand and played with it in her palm as though squeezing a