As someone who prioritizes killing others, I'm forced to stream a death game.

The way of martial arts in this world can be summed up in just two words.

Kill!

The origin of any martial art is initially for the purpose of killing.

It was only later that someone artificially gave it too much additional meaning and made many additional modifications.

Therefore, every technique has numerous variations.

But at its core, the purpose of skill is to kill!

Now, in Liu Ren's mind, he has pruned away all the branches and leaves, leaving only the most original wildness and roughness.

Mo Yun's blade was suddenly drawn from its sheath!

In that instant, the densely packed crowd surging forward seemed to be paused.

In Liu Ren's eyes, they turned into wooden stakes standing there blankly, posing for a pose.

Without hesitation, he swung his knife and took a step forward, his muscles becoming incredibly coordinated under his control.

His powerful physique was used to an extraordinary degree at this moment.

A foundation built upon countless punches!

Moving without a trace!

The killing of the living is used to repair the last remaining defects of the chariot, all for the purpose of reaping the harvest!

Previously, Liu Ren had not specifically forged his own knife for killing.

Now, as he wields the knife, his entire being, from his inner self to his outward appearance, has undergone a complete transformation.

Never before had he felt so completely transformed into another person.

With a swift movement, he brought down the blade, its dark, even edge tracing fine black lines in mid-air.

With a swift and agile movement, almost all the vital parts of the densely packed, puppet-like enemies were pierced through with a single strike.

That was the end of the story.

Not a single cut is superfluous, and not a single movement is wasted.

Not even a trace of attention remains after the blade has passed.

The appearance of Lusheng completely reshaped Liu Ren, both mentally and physically.

At this moment, the barrage of comments that had been flowing continuously in the live stream room stopped again.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene before them.

There are no superfluous special effects, no unnecessary exclamations, and no unnecessary screams in the scene.

Some are merely scarecrow-like enemies.

And Death, who wields a black straight blade like he's cutting wheat!

simple!

rough!

Silky smooth!

Everything before my eyes is like a natural work of art, requiring absolutely no embellishment whatsoever!

This is pure violence and slaughter!

It is a top-level shock that flows through the heart that no other film in Nine Emperors can replicate!

Each audience member outside stared silently, mouth slightly agape, at the artistic performance unfolding before them.

What was clearly a colorful scene appeared to everyone as black, white, and red.

Even though the camera angles and camera movements were not adjusted at all during the live stream, the one-sided killing spree still delivered a profound shock to everyone watching the live stream!

In an era where much entertainment is linked to AI and virtuality, this kind of straightforward, simple, and savage visual impact is something they simply cannot find anywhere else!

This is unique!

It cannot be replicated!

It has strong commercial value!

The number of viewers in the live stream began to skyrocket, climbing all the way to 600,000!

With AI at its helm, Liu Ren's live stream automatically went through all the recommendations from the border platform.

Seven hundred thousand!

Eight hundred thousand!

Nine hundred thousand!

Within a minute, thanks to the AI-controlled traffic generation, all viewers interested in "Eternal Night" subconsciously clicked in.

As Liu Ren's blade stirred up a cloud of blood mist, his figure, as if it had been planned a thousand times, pressed the constantly flowing, blood-soaked Mo Yun's blade against the neck of the stunned Teng Ling.

The number of viewers in the live stream quickly surpassed one million!

Neither those who joined later nor long-time viewers in the live stream sent any comments.

People who had just clicked in glanced at the terrifying number of viewers and wanted to send comments, but then they looked at the empty screen of the live stream and held back.

Like someone entering a movie theater, they involuntarily held their breath.

Teng Ling held her breath at that moment.

After a few seconds, he had to exhale sharply and then inhale again.

There was a streak of blood on his face, and blood had even splattered into his eyes.

But he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

This is not his blood.

Instead, it was the blood that splashed onto his face from the sudden, jerky motion of Mo Yun's blade as he swung it over and then abruptly stopped.

Even without the blood, Teng Ling's brain, which refused to understand the current situation, was instantly covered in sweat after he grasped it.

The sweat that kept seeping out even soaked his back, and his hair flowed down his forehead.

“You…you…” Teng Ling stammered out two words.

His body trembled involuntarily because of the overwhelming killing intent emanating from the person in front of him.

At this moment, Teng Ling could no longer recognize the Liu Ren before him, who was like a god of death emerging from purgatory, as the same Liu Ren who used to drift through life as a sycophant, bossed around by women.

Seeing the stiff expression and pale face on Teng Ling's face, Liu Ren remained expressionless and said coldly, "What do you mean, 'you don't know my name'?"

"Liu, Liu, Liu..."

Liu Ren interrupted Teng Ling's trembling voice.

He reintroduced himself, word by word.

This was addressed to Teng Ling, his former enemy and now a dead man.

This was also addressed to the viewers in the live stream.

The number of viewers in the live stream just now exceeded 100 million.

Therefore, Liu Ren also received several strong reminders.

He was just killing someone, so it wasn't convenient for him to check the messages.

"Remember this, my name is Liu Ren."

“Wen Dao Liu, Ren as in benevolence.”

"Even if you go to hell, don't forget who sent you there."

Teng Lingguang only heard the first part about going to hell and didn't hear the rest of the sentence clearly.

He pleaded in terror, "Brother Liu, Brother Liu, please don't kill me! I was blind to your greatness—I, I, I, I... I have several very beautiful women with me. If you want them, I can give them all to you—"

Liu Ren's cold expression suddenly softened, and he patted Teng Ling's face with the blade of his knife, smiling: "Not bad, you understand me quite well."

Thinking Liu Ren had changed his mind, Teng Ling quickly put on a fawning expression, as if he had been granted a pardon, completely abandoning his previous arrogance and ruthlessness: "If Brother Liu needs it, I'll go and prepare it for you right away!"

"Isn't this putting you in a difficult position?"

"No, no, no, no, it's not difficult, it's not difficult!"

"About Kong Lan..."

"That woman deserved to die! Good riddance! Her life proved your loyalty, Brother Liu, so her death was well worth it!"

"Hmm, not bad, not bad—"

Seeing the relaxed expression on Liu Ren's face, Teng Ling quickly smiled apologetically and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself, "It seems Liu Ren is still the same Liu Ren!"

Although I don't know why he became stronger, he is still a lecherous man after all!

Having a weakness makes things easier. I'll deal with it once I get back...

Teng Ling kept calculating in her mind.

Then you see Liu Ren, who was all smiles one second, turn cold-blooded the next.

"—But I haven't forgotten what you just said. I'll spare you the death penalty, but you can suffer the punishment you deserve!"

Liu Ren sheathed his sword and simultaneously kicked Teng Ling's third leg.

"Oh!"

"—!"

Teng Ling's expression instantly contorted, turning completely bloodless.

He slowly squatted down, unable to even let out a scream.

That heavy kick sent a chill down the spines of viewers watching from outside the game.

They all gasped, as if they were experiencing a phantom pain.

Looking at Teng Ling writhing on the ground, Liu Ren sneered, raised his knife, pointed it downwards, and stabbed it precisely downwards.

"Pfft-"

Two cuts, no more, no less, pierced exactly Teng Ling's two knees.

"what……"

Teng Ling subconsciously reached out to cover it, but due to the excruciating pain in three parts of her body, she was unable to make any extra movements.

Liu Ren held the ink-stained sword, twirled it in his hand, and then, while shaking off the blood, sheathed his sword.

Looking at Teng Ling, who was curled up on the ground in a miserable state, Liu Ren said, "I'm a very simple person. My favorite thing to do is to repay kindness with kindness. Compared to the Central Court where people die at the drop of a hat, I'm already being very merciful by sparing your life. What do you think?"

"Liu Ren...!!!!" Teng Ling forced out a hateful roar through his teeth with such force that he almost crushed them.

Liu Ren stared at him for a moment with eyes full of resentment, then stood there with his arms crossed, showing no intention of leaving.

"You...!" Upon seeing this, Teng Ling instantly understood Liu Ren's plan, and for a moment, he was unable to utter any words of resentment.

It's mainly painful.

He was in so much pain that he had no strength left.

"If you can crawl back to the Golden Crow Group from here, I'll consider letting you live." Liu Ren chuckled, uttering the devil's words in a calm tone.

Since there was still time before the martial arts competition in the afternoon, Liu Ren didn't mind taking a walk after the meal to digest his food.