Amidst the clapping that ignited the arena's atmosphere, the noble's cough was completely drowned out, unheard by anyone except his immediate companions.

However, his action of collapsing to the ground, his face swelling crimson, the expression of agony twisting his features, his eyes nearly bulging out, his body contorting in pain, and the water glass prematurely slipping from his hand and shattering into fragments, were all impossible for anyone in the box to ignore.

At that moment, Long Yuehong seemed to witness a tragedy, a tragedy of a life swiftly heading towards death due to a trivial matter and an accident.

This cast a shadow over the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Jiang Baimian subconsciously wanted to rush over and provide first aid, but her buttocks had just lifted off the chair when she abruptly stopped.

Immediately afterward, she held down Shang Jianyao's arm, signaling him not to rush.

At the same time, she turned her gaze toward the opening where General Focas was located.

The lion-like general watched with a somber gaze at the noble who had already entered a state of suffocation, without hurry, without panic, without impulsiveness, just watching quietly, as if appreciating a play.

After several seconds, he seemed to finally understand what had happened and said to the guard beside him:

"Keep an eye on the outside."

He had no intention of sending his subordinates, who had more first aid experience, to help the noble.

The other nobles in the box, depending on their relationship, watched with puzzlement or led their servants over to help.

One of the two main targets of the "Old Tune Group," Olei's grandson, Marcus, was not too familiar with the noble. He merely withdrew his gaze from the arena and glanced at the other party, whose face was beginning to turn green.

The corners of his mouth slightly curved, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

However, this smile did not seem to be directed at the unlucky noble who had choked himself to death.

Jiang Baimian withdrew her gaze with suspicion and, like Shang Jianyao, followed the line of sight of General Focas's guards, surveying the surroundings of the noble box.

The situation of the arena that they had observed before re-entered their eyes:

The stands surrounded the arena below, stacked layer upon layer, divided into different areas and rows with different passageways, and except for the noble boxes, the remaining seats were open-air, with special armrests for clapping.

In each area, there was also a sign erected, with a huge mirror at the top that could reflect people.

So many mirrors reflected the sunlight, echoing the bulletproof curtain walls of the noble boxes.

Jiang Baimian was not sure if this was a custom of "Initial City," after all, she had never heard of it before.

With a sweep of her eyes, she and Shang Jianyao saw several security personnel walking from the entrances to the passageways, as if to maintain order in this overly enthusiastic atmosphere.

They quickly walked to a place more than twenty meters away from the noble boxes and signaled a spectator to come with them.

"Why?" the spectator asked loudly.

He looked like an Icefielder, or perhaps a Yargai of the Red River people, over 1.9 meters tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, and burly and strong.

At this moment, he looked angry.

The leader of the security personnel said coldly:

"This is our authority. We need your assistance in investigating a case.

"Don't worry, it won't delay your watching the competition, if you have no problems."

As he spoke, he and his subordinates raised the submachine guns in their hands.

The spectator muttered:

"You better find something."

He no longer resisted, left his seat, and slowly walked towards the passage.

Seeing the security personnel surrounding him, he suddenly started running towards the exit.

This was completely unexpected.

The security personnel were caught off guard and were rushed past by him. They had to quickly turn around and try to catch up.

But in the process of turning around, their whole bodies seemed to have regressed into toddlers who had just learned to walk, unable to grasp that sense of balance.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

These security personnel fell on their own on the steps of the corridor without any resistance or interference, their heads spinning.

If their submachine guns hadn't been slung over their shoulders, they would definitely have lost their weapons in this fall.

"Awakened"... Did he also cause the noble to choke to death just now? At this distance, it should still be at the "Sea of Origins" level... How did they pinpoint the culprit? Jiang Baimian's heart moved, she turned her body back, and glanced at the victim again.

The noble was lying on the ground, surrounded by several companions, receiving first aid from another noble.

Around him, the spilled water soaked into the floor, supporting the pieces of white cup fragments.

Jiang Baimian quickly turned her gaze back to the Awakened who was running away.

This guy's body was very strong, his speed was extremely fast, and he quickly distanced himself from the security personnel, heading straight for the exit.

In the process, he deliberately used other spectators to shield his body, so as to avoid being shot from a distance and from around.

The gun-wielders in the distance were naturally other security personnel, and those around were some spectators.

You must know that the citizens of "Initial City" have always been full of martial spirit. It is common to draw a gun and rise up when encountering similar incidents.

Bang, bang, amidst sporadic gunshots, the tall, strong, blond-haired, blue-eyed man was already close to the exit, where there were still several security personnel.

He had no fear and rushed over with a confident expression.

Just then, his feet suddenly staggered.

Crash!

He fell heavily on the flat ground without any obstacles.

In Jiang Baimian's eyes, his legs were so stiff at that moment, as if they had been filled with lead and no longer belonged to him.

"Loss of leg movement?" Shang Jianyao said in a very small voice and with a somewhat excited tone.

"Somewhat like it." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly.

Long Yuehong also noticed the situation over there, and saw several security personnel at the exit rushing over, lowering the submachine guns in their hands, and firing at the Awakened who had fallen to the ground.

The training they had received told them that when encountering similar enemies with strange abilities, never think that you can catch them alive, unless the other party has fainted.

Da da da!

One black muzzle after another spewed out sparks, and a large number of bullets poured towards the blond, blue-eyed, rugged and strong man.

Alas... Long Yuehong sighed softly when he saw this.

In his mind, an Awakened, no matter what level he is at, is very strong compared to ordinary people.

But such a strong person is still extremely fragile in the face of thermal weapons.

The gunfire stopped quickly, and the Awakened jumped up, surprisingly unscathed!

Long Yuehong's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

Is there also the ability to be immune to gunfire? Only one thought echoed in his mind.

In a place he couldn't see from his location, countless bullet holes formed a human silhouette on the platform where the blond man had fallen before.

All the bullets "avoided" the target, outlining his outline beside him!

In two or three steps, the Awakened rushed to the exit.

Suddenly, a rope fell from above.

The rope was so curved that it looked like some kind of snake at first glance.

The Awakened's pupils dilated sharply, and without thinking, he pulled out his weapon and fired wildly at the rope.

However, no gunfire was heard.

What he pulled out was not a pistol, but a lighter.

His pistol was still firmly inserted in his waist.

With the sound of "snap, snap, snap," the lighter kept emitting flames, but to no avail.

Finally, the security personnel who had been there before rushed back.

This time, they didn't dare to use guns again, fearing that they would encounter the incredible thing again.

Under that kind of strafing, they didn't hit a single shot!

This is simply a miracle!

They either pounced on him and held him, or pulled out electric batons to paralyze the target, or waved their fists, trying to knock the enemy unconscious.

Strangely enough, their actions were surprisingly smooth this time. The man had been at odds with the rope and didn't realize that he was holding a lighter instead of a pistol.

Finally, he fell to the ground again and lost consciousness.

Afraid of snakes, no, afraid of twisted creatures, afraid to the point of losing his mind? When Jiang Baimian saw this scene, a noun flashed in her mind:

"Twisted Shadow"

April, the year of the ruling, "Twisted Shadow".

Seeing the Awakened being dragged away, Jiang Baimian, who didn't understand what happened at all, withdrew her gaze and exchanged glances with Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong.

"Just watched an assassination farce?" She laughed softly.

At the same time, she glanced at the noble who almost choked to death from drinking water.

With this look, her gaze suddenly froze.

The noble was sitting in his original position, with no trace of almost suffocating on his face.

On the table in front of him, the white porcelain water cup that had been shattered into pieces was still there, intact.

And the corresponding ground was dry, without any trace of water.

Following Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao's line of sight, Long Yuehong also noticed this scene, and for a while, he couldn't tell which was real and which was false between the past and the present.

Amidst the banging claps, the iron fences on both sides of the arena below slowly rose.