"Clang!"
The general charged forward with his sword in hand. He was abnormally swift and fierce, carrying with him a terrifying sharpness.
Su Bai had been running around in circles, not coming into direct contact with his opponent. Since the broadcaster had chosen such an opponent to be his first opponent in this punishing world, it was clear that he was hesitating. In other words, the broadcaster was also waiting.
Although he didn't know why, Su Bai knew that the broadcaster was feeling the same as him. They were a bit nervous and uneasy. There was no need to know the reason, because the reason probably didn't lie with him. As such, Su Bai did the broadcaster a favor at little cost. Since the broadcaster wanted to see the final outcome of the situation, then he would buy a bit more time and slowly wait together.
However, this opponent seemed to have a screw loose, constantly attacking him. He couldn't be too serious. If he killed this guy and forced the broadcaster to put on a second, more powerful opponent, then there really would be no need.
As such, more and more injuries appeared on Su Bai's body, but Su Bai didn't care too much about it.
He retreated again and dodged the opponent's attack. Su Bai stretched out his hand and gently touched the wound on his arm. The wound quickly healed, not even leaving a mark.
The general in front of him charged forward once again. He was a puppet, a puppet that knew no fatigue.
There was not a single spectator in the empty stands, but it also created an oppressive atmosphere.
The battle was somewhat dull. Fortunately, there were no spectators around, or else they would definitely boo at Su Bai's dodging and dodging style.
"Buzz!"
The general's sword stabbed at him again. This time, Su Bai didn't completely retreat. Instead, he took a step to the side and pressed down with one hand, grabbing the opponent's iron sword. Then, he charged forward and slammed his shoulder into the general's body.
The general was sent flying, and his iron sword fell into Su Bai's hands. Su Bai brandished the iron sword a few times and looked at him coldly.
As expected, the general charged at him again. He had no rationality, no intelligence, no fear, and no feelings. He was like a program that only knew to carry out orders and only knew to do what he had to do.
The movement technique that Hills had demonstrated in front of him in the Land of Proving the Tao appeared in Su Bai's mind. He immediately held his sword to block the opponent's punches and kicks, and then relied on his own strength to counterattack just right again and again. The general was sent flying by Su Bai again and again, but he quickly got up and charged again and again.
This made Su Bai feel a little tired and a little bored, but he still suppressed his urge to kill this guy. Su Bai wasn't afraid of death, but he wanted to make his death more worthwhile. His second brother had once told him that he missed his parents underground, so Su Bai was very happy to drag Su Yuhang and his wife underground to reunite with their family.
The general was still persevering. However, although he was quite strong, he clearly wasn't much of a threat compared to Su Bai's bug-like physical body. Moreover, his injuries were slowly declining under Su Bai's repeated attacks.
Just as Su Bai was starting to feel a little tired from this kind of persevering confrontation, figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty stands.
Originally, Su Bai thought that the broadcasters were also bored, so they set up the background audience to liven up the atmosphere. But soon, Su Bai discovered that the audience was a little special.
Some were missing arms and legs, and some even did not have heads. They stood there one by one in tattered armor, holding broken weapons, and their number was constantly increasing. Soon, except for the two thrones at the highest position of the main grandstand, which were still empty, the rest of the grandstand had been filled. Su Bai also roughly guessed their identities from some people whose armor and hair bun were relatively intact.
These spectators were all Qin soldiers.
In that case, the person he was fighting with should be a Qin general.
Su Bai didn't know why the broadcasters were playing this game. Was it just to disgust him?
It really didn't seem that disgusting. Even though he knew that the person in front of him was a Qin general, even though he knew that the surrounding stands were densely packed with Qin soldiers who had died fighting against the broadcasters, to Su Bai, it really didn't affect him at all.
He didn't feel guilty, nor did he owe them anything. Of course, Su Bai still had some respect for that generation of Qin soldiers, but respect couldn't be eaten.
The Qin general lowered his hands and slightly bent his body. In the battle with Su Bai just now, he had exhausted all his strength. It was just that Su Bai hadn't seriously counterattacked, so he hadn't died yet. Although his injuries were a little heavy, he still had the strength to fight.
Su Bai looked at him, and his eyes looked back at Su Bai through his loose hair. Their gazes met, but no sparks were produced.
Su Bai knew that he was a clone. Although the broadcasters' clones had the same way of thinking as the main body, Su Bai had seen clones like Monk, Fatso, and Blood Corpse. They were actually no different from the main body. However, the one in front of him was clearly somewhat special, including the Qin soldiers in the surrounding stands.
They had died in battle in their final madness more than two thousand years ago, and the broadcasters' clones were the spiritual will and physical bodies at the moment of their death.
They didn't have the ability to think. To be precise, they were actually a group of lunatics who had fallen into a final state of hysteria.
Qin Jiang adjusted his body and rushed over again. This time, his speed was nearly twice as slow as before. Su Bai stood in place without moving. When he came over, he turned around and knocked him to the ground. Immediately after, Su Bai stabbed the iron sword into the left side of his abdomen, nailing him to the arena.
Qin Jiang grabbed the sword hilt with both hands and tried desperately to pull it out. He wanted to continue fighting, but the iron sword was imbued with Su Bai's strength. Qin Jiang, who didn't have much strength left, could only struggle uselessly.
After all, Su Bai wasn't Fatso or Monk. They could create an array to trap this fellow, but Su Bai had to exhaust him before he could 'settle' this fellow down.
Now wasn't the time to kill him.
This was a punishing world, but the broadcasters clearly didn't intend to kill him directly. This gave Su Bai a lot of room for imagination. He wanted to live, not for himself or for the little fellow, but to live to see the day Su Yuhang and his wife fall from the broadcasters' chairs.
"Valiant Old Qin, face the nation's calamity together!
Until our blood runs dry, we fight to the death! "
The battle song of the Great Qin Empire began to play from the spectator stands. Not long ago, countless Qin soldiers sang this battle song as they battled against batches of listeners.
But now, this battle song was played once again, but it was filled with a sense of irony and desolation.
They were already dead, but they were still cloned by the broadcasters as playthings. For the first time, Su Bai felt disgusted by the so-called fun of the broadcasters.
"Valiant Old Qin … face the nation's calamity together …"
The Qin Jiang, who was pinned down by Su Bai's sword, looked like he couldn't bear the humiliation. He raised his head and slammed it against the sword.
"Pfft …"
The sound of flesh being cut apart could be heard.
The Qin Jiang's head flew off his body.
He was dead.
His death surprised Su Bai. Originally, Su Bai had no intention of humiliating him. However, Su Bai's actions and the fact that he was sent flying by Su Bai time and time again made his one-track mind sink into a dead knot.
A scholar could be killed but not humiliated.
This made Su Bai feel helpless. He didn't know what to say. At that moment, the general's corpse began to slowly evaporate, and even the iron sword began to collapse.
The fence on the other side that had fallen down slowly rose again, and the fence on the west side that had not been moved was also lifted at this time.
Below …
'Is it two against one?'
Su Bai thought to himself.
"Main mission 1: Kill the other two duelists.
After main mission 1 is completed, main mission 2 will be released. "
Su Bai received such a mission.
At the same time, a person walked out from the shadows behind the other two fences. One of them was huge and fat, looking like a mountain of meat.
The other had a strong physique, similar to the perfect body of a bodybuilder.
When they walked out of the shadows, Su Bai came to a sudden realization.
That's right.
This was in line with the idea of broadcasting.
So, it didn't intend to wait any longer? Or was it already certain of the result?
Su Bai looked at the two empty thrones on the high platform in the distance. At this time, an incense stick appeared in front of the thrones. The incense stick was burning. This should be the time limit.
On the other side, Fatso and Lord Zeng walked out slowly. Both of them had a wry smile on their faces. In the past, broadcasting a story world, even if it was a punitive story world, would be more or less mindful. But this time, it was really too thorough.
"F * ck, are you looking down on me? Broadcasting is so sure that I can't beat you, Da Bai, alone? Why do you have to ask Lord Zeng to be my partner? Da Bai, my mission here is for me and Lord Zeng to kill you in that incense stick's time. Then, we can get any one of your items.
Hahaha, broadcasting is treating you like a blood corpse. What a thorough use of trash. "
Fatso laughed as he spoke. But as he laughed, he could not laugh anymore. He took out a talisman, but hesitated for a long time. He looked at the burning incense, then threw the talisman on the ground. He stretched out his foot and stepped on it. He said in a low voice,
"Da Bai, it's not that I'm afraid, but I really can't see any hope of winning …"
Fatso raised his head again, hands in his trouser pockets. He looked at Su Bai, then at Lord Zeng, and asked,
"Are we fighting?"
