“Tch, bullshit.”

The witch snorted coldly, hugging her arms in front of her chest, unimpressed.

She was currently ranked fifty-third. During team training, she often hit Shi Kong and Tai Hao. Occasionally, she could even get seven or eight points out of ten from An Boli and Kuang Ran Huo.

The top ten on the leaderboard were in another world, but to say that anyone ranked after fifty couldn't even touch Su Nisheng, who was ranked sixth, was nonsense.

Abel himself was ranked eighth. Was the gap between him and Su Nisheng that big?

Wouldn't that mean Su Nisheng was stronger than Shi Kong? Was the game system bugged?

"It's not bullshit."

Next to Abel, a young man in a suit with short black hair, blue eyes, and a small, rhombus-shaped blue crystal embedded in his brow, said with a wry smile, "You haven't experienced what it's like to face her.

"That kind of terrifying experience of being completely suppressed, without the slightest chance to fight back, I've only felt when facing Michael.

"I even suspect she's one of the players from our batch..."

The young man speaking was Cain, ranked thirteenth, also from the Prometheus Laboratory, and had a resemblance to Abel.

Could they be brothers?

"..."

Hearing Cain's words, Tai Hao subconsciously narrowed his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said with a gentle smile, "Isn't this a good thing, actually?

"The more strong players there are, the greater our chances of snatching food from Michael's mouth."

"I'm afraid Michael won't let you all advance comfortably."

A short, dark-skinned figure, less than one meter sixty tall, wearing a pale, squinting mask and a tattered scarf, said in a neutral voice, "Just wait...

"Michael truly believes the Global Supernatural Alliance's external propaganda. He won't show mercy."

This [Colonial Armor] from the European Heavy Industries Group softened his voice, clearly disagreeing with the Syndicate's optimistic attitude.

With differing opinions, a silence fell over them.

"Ah, it's getting late."

David, as if remembering something, looked up and smiled, "We have things to do, so we'll leave first. See you in the arena."

"Mm."

Tai Hao nodded, thoughtfully watching David and the others leave. After a brief exchange with Shi Kong, he led his junior brothers and sisters away from the street, heading towards the mall.

As he left, the witch stopped and glanced at Li Ang, clearly recognizing that the figure in the white coat who had taken the leftover watermelon rind out of his dragon-head mask was Li Ang—but she didn't come over to talk. Their relationship wasn't that close yet.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Let's go."

Kuang Ran Huo called out to the witch, who turned around, said "Coming," and quickly caught up, hugging Miao Miao Tou, who had no presence at all.

"What were you looking at just now?"

Kuang Ran Huo was on good terms with the witch (mainly because they were of similar height, and Kuang Ran Huo didn't have to look up to talk to her), and casually asked, "Did you meet someone you knew?"

"I'd only say I recognized him."

The witch's mind flashed with the image of the dragon-head white coat, and she slowly said, "Li Risheng, do you know him?"

Kuang Ran Huo blinked, "Who?"

The witch said helplessly, "The owner of the Immaculate Furnace shop."

"Oh, that guy."

Kuang Ran Huo had an impression and tilted her head, "That store makes a lot of money, and the owner himself has advanced to the third round.

"According to the information released by the Watchers Society, he might be in the top seventy?

"What's wrong?"

"I think the aura around him is getting stranger and stranger..."

The witch frowned slightly, and said uncertainly, "I suspect he might have bought the [Evil God Clay Modeling] that I wanted before..."

"Oh, that prop that transmits the power of faith, right?"

Kuang Ran Huo nodded and waved her hand dismissively, "Didn't the teacher say that the current Killing Game can't ignite divine fire by relying on oneself alone? Even if you have divinity and have accumulated enough divine power, you can't become a demigod.

"It's difficult for players who aren't demigods to participate in the battles of the top fifty, right?

"It doesn't matter if you have one more or one less clay modeling."

"Mm..."

The witch nodded, but she still couldn't erase the image of the dragon-head white coat from her mind.

She always felt that something was wrong...

———

"Did they just leave?"

Li Ang spat out the watermelon seeds, casually put the leftover watermelon into his sodium ring, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, and said with some regret, "I thought they were going to fight."

"They wouldn't fight."

Wanli Fengdao flicked his cigarette and said easily, "This is the game square, the city management is the boss. And they have no reason to fight. If there was a real dispute, other forces would probably laugh themselves to death."

After saying that, Wanli Fengdao looked down at the Mammoth Head mask and smiled, "See, this is the world of the top ten strongest. The Special Affairs Bureau has Han Shuishi in the top three, and Su Nisheng, who is in the top six but is being blown up to the sky.

"You always want to join the Sword King's Court, which has a maximum of only twenty-fourth place, what for?

"You might as well let me teach you."

"This is called being loyal to the sword!"

Mammoth Head retorted, "Sword cultivation has unlimited potential. When refined to the depths, flying flowers and falling leaves can all become swords.

"Moving mountains, overturning seas, subduing demons, suppressing devils, commanding gods, plucking stars, severing rivers, destroying cities, splitting the sky—'A sword come' rings throughout a lifetime.

"Besides, haven't you even entered the top hundred? Can you establish a sect and teach others?"

"Teaching others is not possible, but teaching you is more than enough."

Wanli Fengdao rolled his eyes, patted Mammoth Head's head, turned to Li Ang and said, "Brother Li, if there's nothing else, we'll leave first. I'll take him to the Sword King's Court to do a test and register."

"Okay."

Li Ang nodded. After Wanli Fengdao and Mammoth Head disappeared around the corner, he took out his phone, browsed the webpage, and walked towards the game square.

The players who had been standing here watching the show had almost all dispersed,

And a large number of new posts had appeared on the forum, all discussing the meeting between the Syndicate and the members of the European Heavy Industries Group, and the content of their conversation.

《The Federal Bureau of Investigation and Prometheus openly ally? Is this reasonable? Is there still law?》

《Abel, who is ranked eighth, actually said that Su Nisheng, who is ranked sixth, cannot be defeated? Is the strength gap between the top ten players really that big?》

《I was eighteen that year, standing on the street in the square like a minion. At that time, I vowed with tears in my eyes that you must see me.》

《Woo woo woo, Cain is really loving, handsome, speaks gently and nicely, you can't snatch him from me!》

Posts like these emerged one after another, and members of the Watchers Society even ran to reply, very regretful that they had not been able to film this historic scene.