Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

He's just a newbie who's only cleared two dungeons. What makes him think he can take on the henchmen of the second-largest guild... oh no, the right-hand men?

Liang Zaibing opened his panel to check again. Although he had gained some attribute points after clearing two dungeons, he did not think he could compete with Louis Sheng.

【Life: 100/100】

[Physical Strength: 73→91]

Intelligence: 86 → 89

[Spirit value: 100/100]

Luck: 59

[Charm Value 76→83丨100]

Upon seeing the luck section, Liang Zaibing suddenly smiled with relief.

Because of his bad luck, he deserves all the bad things in the world to happen to him.

The comments section erupted in merciless mockery.

"It's okay. It's already amazing that your stats are only this low. His stats are only five, six, seven, or eight times higher than yours. Believe in yourself, you can do it."

"Son, don't be afraid, he might not kill you."

"It's possible that they were fried first and then killed."

"Oh, isn't this inappropriate in broad daylight? (Starts recording)"

Liang Zaibing glanced at it and then closed her eyes.

Keeping his audience normal is indeed a pipe dream.

-----

The list on the screen was replaced by a countdown timer.

00:30, 00:29...

"Please enter the duel arena with your opponent before the countdown ends."

Zhan Yun's expression remained solemn, but it softened somewhat after she looked at her opponent.

Clearly, she had no chance of winning against the other four men; Li Ziyang was the best choice.

Sun Shuo thought so too. Apart from the two obviously weaker women, the one with the lowest fighting ability was probably this bookish, bespectacled guy.

Without hesitation, Sun Shuo roared and rushed into the arena, standing upright on the stage and provoking Lin Yisen with a defiant look.

Lin Yisen was not provoked at all; instead, he trembled with fear and shuffled his feet before entering the cage just before the countdown ended.

With a "click," the cage door automatically locked.

The other two groups are also in place.

Countdown 5:00.

At this time, it would be quite difficult for an ordinary person with no weapons to kill someone.

That's a different story if someone secretly uses props while behind the surveillance camera's back.

With researchers watching from behind surveillance cameras, they can only use inconspicuous little props. If they are discovered, these lunatics will really dissect them for research.

It's like playing a less formal match; minor tricks are acceptable as long as you don't mess with the referee.

For a mere moment of distraction, Louis lightly tapped the ground with his foot and delivered a straight punch straight towards his chest.

Liang Zaibing reacted 0.1 seconds too late and could only hurriedly raise her arm to block. She was knocked back a few steps by the unresolved force, her arm was numb and even had a sharp pain, possibly a fracture.

Damn, they have no sense of martial ethics.

Liang Zaibing gritted her teeth and suppressed the groan of pain that was about to escape her lips, quickly shifting her feet to widen the distance between herself and Louis Sheng.

Louis smiled, his eyes narrowing. "Not bad."

Bah, you pervert!

Liang snorted coldly, "I know I have no chance of winning, but even if I die, I will still take a piece of your flesh."

“Why be so rude?” Louis smiled and took off his glasses. “We can face death in a gentler way.”

With all the obstructions removed, Liang Zaibing finally noticed that his eyes were a deep, dark green, like a venomous snake coiled in a damp swamp.

Sticky.

Nausea.

A series of powerful hooks followed.

Liang Zaibing quickly turned his head and jumped to dodge, the force of his punch grazing his cheek and slamming heavily into the special metal mesh, leaving a deep dent.

Louis maintained a composed demeanor, yet each of his punches possessed a superhuman force.

One can imagine that if he hadn't dodged that punch, he would have looked terrible with a bruised and swollen face and sunken cheekbones.

Having learned some half-baked martial arts from the dean, Liang Zaibing struggled to dodge and parry.

Liang Zaibing had also hidden poisoned darts, obtained from the in-game store, between her fingers, but they had no effect when they pierced Louis's body.

His body is completely beyond the scope of human beings; ordinary physical means cannot harm him.

Liang Zaibing originally planned to stall until the five-minute countdown ended, hoping that things might turn around.

But now, only half the time has passed, and he is already exhausted. Dodging is becoming increasingly difficult, and he is getting more and more injured.

The all-out burst of energy was extremely taxing; even professional boxers only last three minutes in a round, and he was nearing his limit.

Louis appeared completely at ease throughout, even disdaining to use weapons, and could overwhelm him purely with physical strength.

They are too different.

-----

"Time's almost up. Why don't you beg for mercy? Maybe he'll let you go?"

“Hey, don’t hit someone in the face. My son needs his looks to make a living.”

"I think we should be concerned about our son's safety first."

"What kind of skill is it to hit my son? If you're so capable, then go after him! ...Forget it, you should go after him instead."

-----

"Quiet!"

Unable to control his voice, the angry shout was exceptionally hoarse, like a night owl howling fiercely at the end of its life, its voice filled with rust and thorns.

He wasn't angry with the audience; they've always been like that—outsiders who look down on everything, numb, frivolous, and obsessed with entertainment to the point of death.

He only hated himself, hated that he was too weak.

If I survive today.

Liang Zaibing blinked hard and quickly wiped away the sweat that had dripped into her eyes.

He must be taught a lesson about what it means to take revenge, from morning till night.

The comments section froze inexplicably.

The next second, countless tip notifications filled the screen.

[The plumber tipped 6000 points]

[“I’ll collect trash to support you” - 800 points awarded]

[“aka冰粉” tipped 1200 points]

[A "free-to-play mentor" will receive a reward of 500 points.]

……

Even at this critical moment of life and death, Liang Zaibing was still stunned for a moment.

A complex and indescribable emotion filled my chest, making even the pain from the wound somewhat blurred.

Sometimes he really couldn't understand what these eloquent viewers were really thinking.

"Are you getting distracted at a time like this?"

Louis punched him hard in the stomach.

boom--

Liang Zaibing was slammed heavily onto the metal mesh. The pain in her back was secondary; her stomach ached as if it were being torn apart, her nausea was churning, and acid reflux surged up in waves.

I might as well spit it in this bastard's face.

Unable to support his body, Liang Zaibing slumped to the ground with his back against the iron fence, panting heavily like a broken bellows.

Louis grabbed his hands and pinned him to the barbed wire.

He was very close, his thin lips pressed against Liang Zaibing's hot, engorged ear.

This posture could definitely be described as ambiguous, especially in such a tense situation.

Louis spoke in a very low voice, in a whisper so no one could hear, "Have you figured out how you want to play with the rest of the time?"

Even in this desperate situation, Liang Zaibing's eyes remained bright and defiant: "If you have the guts, kill me."

"Do you know how to kill someone the fastest?" Louis stroked the reddened skin on his neck and gently pressed on the throbbing carotid artery.

"Just press it, and you will be frozen in the present moment, like a butterfly drowning in poison gas."

"You will be my most satisfying collection."

Liang Zaibing retorted without hesitation, "Oh? If I remember correctly, players' corpses cannot be taken out of the instance."

Even if I rot and stink, I won't fall into your hands.

"What a spoilsport."

Louis chuckled softly, grabbed his neck, and gradually increased the pressure.