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

[Pfft, I'm dying of laughter, Tamaki! Hahahaha!]

[That bewildered little expression.]

[Wen Dao Ge: Are you done laughing? Now it's my turn to laugh.]

[A mere twenty or thirty people dare to stop my Brother Wendao? How dare they?]

Even if the number doubles, it won't stop them!

[The Golden Crow Group has gotten too cocky; they even dare to go head-to-head with my Wen Dao brother.]

[You guys shouldn't overhype the streamer. The Golden Crow team is, after all, the top team in the East 1 region; they're very strong.]

[That's right. And I remember, the Skybreaker Gang lost this battle. Even if Pi Xinjie hastily threw the streamer in, the outcome of this battle wouldn't change.]

In this battle, Fan Wuduan unleashed almost all of the Golden Crow Group's fighting power. Faced with the overwhelming force, individual strength is ultimately too insignificant.

【…】

Feng Shang, whose leg was being grabbed, couldn't see the comments in the live stream.

All he knew was that a large "danger" character seemed to pop up above his head.

He tried to pull his leg back, but couldn't.

Immediately, Feng Shang could only turn to the other martial artists and shout, "What are you all standing there watching for! Come and help us!"

"...Here it comes!" Xiang Yang, still somewhat dazed, immediately responded, then activated his sorcery, "Yin Yang Silk!"

The transparent threads wrapped around Liu Ren's body, leaving visible marks on his bone-like skin.

"Such sharp threads," Liu Ren praised, and then without hesitation used up 7 of his 12 kill points in one go.

He forged bones into blades from the very beginning, gradually progressing towards divine mastery.

At the end of the divine connection, the two bone-related sorceries seemed to intersect slightly.

Liu Ren's spirit instantly felt as if he were on a desolate plain littered with bones.

A large number of white monsters seemed to notice his presence in an instant, and swarmed him a second later.

In order to fight against these monsters, Liu Ren's spirit gradually transformed into the monster's appearance.

His thoughts, consciousness, and self-awareness all began to rapidly decline in that instant.

Fortunately, Liu Ren, who was prepared, used the remaining five kill points in an orderly manner on his mental attributes.

A thick, primal killing intent flickered in his eyes, hidden behind the white bone mask.

So much so that everyone around felt as if the air around them had turned a few degrees colder.

"...It's just not very useful." Following up on his previous praise, Liu Ren uttered the second half of the sentence in a chilling tone.

"Yin-Yang Silk!" Upon seeing this, another martial artist who possessed the same trickery sensed something was wrong and quickly unleashed his own trickery as well.

The dense, fine lines embedded themselves into Liu Ren's body like knives.

But soon, a sharper, even more intense sensation than these threads erupted from Liu Ren's bone-covered body.

All the threads snapped as if they had been sliced ​​by a knife.

Liu Ren's bone-covered body expanded even further, with hook-shaped bone spurs extending from his arms, legs, back, and other parts of his body.

He seems to have become even more monstrous.

Standing here, Xiang Yang felt as if he were facing the blades of thousands of swords.

The oppressive feeling, almost overflowing from the screen, instantly soaked the backs of all the Golden Crow members present with cold sweat.

Many people who were about to swing their knives at Liu Ren involuntarily stopped.

That feeling.

It's like thinking you're only going to fight an elite monster.

Before they could even make a move, the elite monster turned into the boss.

"You can all go and die now."

Facing the sudden silence, Liu Ren coldly announced everyone's fate.

He suddenly pulled Feng Shang towards himself, and then threw a punch.

Feng Shang, who was still trying to struggle, was pierced through the upper body and died instantly.

Although it was a fist, Liu Ren struck it with the effect of a heavy sword.

His five fingers, at that moment, seemed to have transformed into five sharp blades.

Every inch of his body was aimed directly at the tip of the enemy's sword.

A one-sided, indiscriminate massacre has begun.

Xu Bo, his face filled with terror, said to Ding Xing, who had just connected to the communication, "Brother Ding! We're doomed! We've run into Liu Ren!"

"What Liu Ren?"

"That's Liu Ren, the one who won seven consecutive victories for the Skybreaker Gang on the deathmatch stage!"

"So what?" Ding Xing replied with a sneer. "Even if the Sky-Piercing Gang brings Liu Ren back, so what? Liu Ren was able to achieve seven consecutive victories because of the deathmatch one-on-one duels! This is the Inner Domain Maze! We have forty or fifty of our Ghost Warriors! What are we afraid of!"

"It's not about whether I'm scared or not, it's, it's, it's—" Xu Bo stared in horror at the flying pieces of human limbs in front of him, his voice trembling more and more, until he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Yes, yes, what is this thing?!" Ding Xing said with dissatisfaction.

Since the video feed wasn't activated, he was unaware of the situation inside the labyrinth.

However, based on common sense, Ding Xing still said, "Alright, I'll tell Luo Qian to send all the Ghost Warriors to deal with Liu Ren! Liu Ren is just a nobody; even if he comes back, he can't cause any trouble!"

"No, no, Liu Ren, he... he's very strong! He—"

"He's just a mere weird martial artist. How strong can he be? He hasn't even entered the weird realm. Alright, report the coordinates to Luo Qian."

"..."

Ding Xing unilaterally hung up the communication.

Xu Bo stiffly operated the terminal, opened Luo Qian's communication window, and input a series of coordinates.

His fingers trembled. Having long been accustomed to bloodshed, he felt an extremely rare sense of death that sent chills down his spine.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...

Such thoughts kept popping into Xu Bo's mind.

After he sent the coordinates, Luo Qian, who had already received the message, immediately replied: "Understood. I'll move the nearby teams over there right now. You guys hold on a little longer."

Should we hold on a little longer?

I?

Xu Bo, his face covered in cold sweat, typed a line: "No, Luo Qian, I'm afraid I'm in trouble here..."

Before he could finish typing, Xu Bo seemed to sense something and shakily raised his head.

There was no one left standing in the entire room.

Bright red blood was splattered everywhere, and human remains lay scattered on the ground.

The only thing standing was a white-red monster covered in blood.

And himself.

The air became deathly still once again.

Xu Bo, his face pale, typed out the last few words and sent them.

"...There's no chance anymore."