At dusk, on an empty beach.
A figure appeared out of nowhere.
It was a man with black hair wearing a black suit. He looked very young, but he radiated a mature presence. He was very handsome, and when necessary, he could be very charming, but at that moment, he merely had a lazy expression on his face. He yawned and rubbed his messy hair out of boredom.
Vincent seemed to be waiting for something. He looked at the sky, and his eyes soon stopped at the sky in the northwest corner. Over there, there was a cloud. It was a lonely cloud, and it looked so special and bright in the sunset.
Time passed, and the sun sank into the west. The cloud slowly expanded to the east and west, forming a long and narrow trail in the sky. It looked like an inverted shoal in the sky.
As night fell, the wind slowly died down. The calm surface of the sea turned dark purple until a dark red new moon climbed into the sky, and it added another layer of blurry redness to the sea.
"You're too early." Simon's voice suddenly came from behind Vincent.
Vincent did not turn around, and he was not surprised. "Time is the thing that we do not lack the most. Waiting is also a kind of relaxation. "
"Teacher's words are always so philosophical," a childish voice said. A somewhat childish voice was heard. The speaker looked to be a teenager of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was also wearing a black suit and trousers. His appearance could be described as delicate and handsome. Even women would be jealous of his exquisite facial features.
"Hehehe … He's just spacing out while looking at the sky, but he still wants to act like he's a scholar … Hehehe …" Woody's salacious laughter appeared at that moment.
"Ho ho …" There was another burst of laughter. A short and fat man who looked like a penguin appeared near the four of them. "Vincent, Woody, Simon, Sid." Mr. Yoo's eyes scanned the faces of the four. "It is my honor to see the four of you together again."
"Cough … Cough … If you are not really honored, don't say something like that." A sickly young man floated on the surface of the sea like a shadow and told Mr. Yoo.
Beside him, there were two other shadows. They were also floating on the surface of the sea.
"Death didn't come again?" Simon cast his cold gaze on the three figures.
Pestilence replied, "As you know, he has absolute confidence in the person he's betting on. That's why he doesn't pay any attention." He covered his mouth and coughed twice. "After all … he chose Sky Swallowing Phantom Dawn."
"Hehehe … What you mean is that we have to spend more effort on the cards in our hands?"
A woman beside Pestilence interrupted, "Isn't the fact that you let Feng Bujue get his hands on a Sorcery weapon proof enough?"
"Hehe … You seem to be very dissatisfied, Lord Disaster …" Woody smiled sinisterly.
"I've already dealt with this matter." Simon cut them off to prevent them from getting into a fight. "It was settled the day after Mr. Yoo put on that show. So, there's no need to argue anymore. "
Simon was referring to the scenario where Feng Bujue ran into K3-RED Iron. That was the first Team Survival Mode that Feng Bujue had chosen after Death Quiz, and he had run into the Anomaly, which theoretically was impossible to run into multiple times. Obviously, someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes … and Feng Bujue's loss in that scenario was obvious to all. He had returned to the state he was before he was liberated, and that was the price he had to pay for obtaining the Sorcery Weapon too early.
"Let's not bring up the past anymore," Vincent said. "Let's get back to the real business."
"The real business is that the person you chose has mastered Soul's Eye," War, who stood on the other side of Pestilence, said. "That progress is too fast."
Woody smiled sinisterly. "Hehe … The person that your Brother Pestilence chose has just reached level 30, but his summoning mastery has reached level B already. Don't you think that's too fast?"
War's eyeless eyes glazed over. "Don't change the topic, Woody. You know that's different."
"Ah … I feel like we're going to get into an argument …" For some reason, as Sid spoke, he hugged his arms and shivered. "I hate arguments the most …"
Mr. Yoo stood to the side. Seeing the tension between the Four Scumbags of Hell and the Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he did not show it on his face, but internally, he was laughing at their misfortune.
"Master War is right," Vincent said. Who would have thought that this sentence would come from Vincent himself. "It's too early for my people to master [Soul's Eye] … This might not be a good thing." He paused for a moment before continuing, "However, what's done cannot be undone. How to deal with it is what we need to discuss. "
"Hehehe … If you say that, I believe you have a solution that will satisfy everyone, right?" Woody obviously knew Vincent well.
"My people will not be able to play the game for the next forty-eight hours in real life," Vincent said. "Is this kind of compromise enough?"
He looked around. No one spoke. Then he continued. "If there are no objections …" He glanced at Pestilence. "Young Master Pestilence, why don't you go and take a look?"
Pestilence bowed slightly and said with a smile, "It's my pleasure."
"But everyone has to agree to a condition of mine," Vincent said.
"That sounds like a dangerous deal …" Mr. Yoo instantly smelled the scent of conspiracy.
"At this time and place, other than Simon, who has not placed a bet, the people that the six of you have chosen are perfect for a Killing Game, isn't it?" Vincent smiled wickedly. "My request is very simple. Let them fight."
"Humph … So, that's the condition." War was the first to scoff. "That is exactly what I want … After all, my chess piece will not lose."
"I am more than happy to oblige," Tragedy added.
"Since Sir has said so …" Sid normally would not object to Vincent's suggestion.
Pestilence shared a look with Mr. Yoo, and he shrugged. "Since no one is against it …"
"Hehehe … That sounds interesting …" Woody chuckled darkly. "But is that really a good idea?" He turned to look at Vincent. "A battle between experts, a battle that surpasses the limit, perhaps it will make them stronger … Hehe … But for you, that will not do you any good." The lenses of his glasses were still white, so no one knew what his expression was like at the moment. "What exactly … do you want to see from this battle?"
Vincent did not answer Woody. Instead, he faced Simon and said leisurely, "Mr. Referee, what do you think?"
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