After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

Two years later.

The arena on the fourth basement level in Zone C.

"The games are open! The games are open! Rising star 'Poor Ghost' versus veteran warrior 'Black Jack'! The undefeated war god makes his debut on the fourth basement level! Can 'Poor Ghost' continue his legend?"

"'Poor Ghost' is a sure winner! Anyone who's watched his matches knows that!"

"I don't think so. Blackjack has been fighting on the fourth basement level for five years. He's very skilled."

"The poor guy is undefeated! Blackjack hasn't advanced in five years!"

The spacious arena was already packed with spectators, drones for the live broadcast were on standby, and the commentators were already getting the atmosphere lively.

"Dear audience, the exciting moment has finally arrived! Please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"

"A veteran warrior from the fourth floor! Blackjack!"

Blackjack is a fighter skilled in using concealed weapons. Originating from Block B, he made a fortune in the underground arena of Block C. His unpredictable and deadly concealed weapons have given countless opponents a headache.

He wore a mask covering the upper half of his face and a signature wide robe filled with all sorts of throwing knives.

Blackjack, like an elegant magician, slowly walked onto the ring, bowed to the audience, and won enthusiastic applause.

"Undefeated Rookie of the Year! Poor bastard!"

He calmly and composedly stepped into the dueling arena.

Having grown considerably taller, Leng Ran, finding her appearance too deceptive, bought a cheap wooden doll mask from a street vendor on her second visit to the arena. Now, dressed in light black clothing with two short swords at her waist, the doll mask on her face wore a chilling smile.

There were many audience members in the stands wearing the same masks as Leng Ran, and they were shouting encouragement.

"Poor wretch! Poor wretch!"

Leng Ran: It's better not to shout...

He coldly drew his two short swords from his hand, performed a beautiful mid-air flip, and caught the swords steadily.

At a single command, a great battle was about to erupt.

Leng Ran launched the first attack, wielding two short swords and charging towards Black Jack. Black Jack, in turn, hurled numerous gear-shaped darts, their sharp edges gleaming coldly. Some aimed directly at Leng Ran's vital points, while others embedded themselves in the ground in front of him, hindering his advance!

Leng Ran's short sword danced, easily deflecting all the incoming darts. Suddenly, Leng Ran felt a blur flash past her eyes. Unable to block in time, she could only dodge quickly, but she was still grazed on her left arm, leaving a bloody mark.

Upon closer inspection, it was a throwing knife! Hidden among the various sizes of darts, it was easy to overlook!

Commentator: "Phantom Knife! Blackjack's signature move! He used it so early!"

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that his killing move had failed to eliminate his opponent, Blackjack began to move rapidly around Leng Ran, unleashing a barrage of darts, but the target was not Leng Ran, but the ground!

Narrator: "Using concealed weapons to control the field and confine the enemy to a small area, making them easy targets, is a classic Blackjack tactic."

Leng Ran realized Black Jack's intentions, changed his attack stance, turned around, and ran in the opposite direction of Black Jack's movement before the area was covered with darts. The distance between them gradually increased, and they were about to escape the range of the darts.

Blackjack continued throwing darts, and seeing Leng Ran's eagerness to escape, he coiled around her like a nimble snake, determined to trap and kill her. At the same time, three phantom throwing knives were unleashed simultaneously, their real and fake forms indistinguishable.

Leng Ran remained vigilant, watching the other party's raised hand movements. With her exceptional eyesight, she had already noticed the slight change in the throwing knife's posture!

"Use the same trick twice in front of me?" She raised an eyebrow coldly beneath the mask. She had once been a master of hidden weapons. Black Jack was clever and technically competent, but he had overlooked the most important tenet of an assassin.

One hit kill!

If you can't kill with a single blow, then the same attack won't work twice!

Three throwing knives were aimed at the left eye, neck, and heart respectively, one after the other!

With a swift, ghostly movement, Leng Ran easily dodged the throwing knife aimed at her left eye. Then, she drew two short swords simultaneously, flicking the two knives into the air. Leng Ran leaped high, swiftly catching the hilts of the two throwing knives and slipping them into her belt.

A cheer erupted from the audience.

Narrator: "A brilliant counterattack! Blackjack's Phantom Knife has been exposed! The Poor Guy has successfully disarmed Blackjack!"

Blackjack stopped using the Phantom Knife and focused on setting up a formation around Leng Ran.

Leng Ran seemed to be trying to escape Blackjack's formation, shifting his position left and right, near and far, constantly changing his location. He often made sharp turns and clever bends to break free of the encirclement, forcing Blackjack to change his formation direction in accordance with Leng Ran's movements.

Blackjack was unaware that Leng Ran, the prey, was already leading the hunter by the nose.

Leng Ran had already quietly activated his mental network, overlooking the entire dueling arena, intentionally controlling Blackjack's darts to surround the arena!

The commentator, observing from above, said: "This encirclement...something seems off...the one surrounded isn't a pauper anymore, it's Blackjack!"

By the time Blackjack realized he was surrounded, it was too late. He was surrounded by spikes from throwing darts and had nowhere to land!

Watching the hunter, who had ensnared himself, from the outside, Leng Ran took out a throwing knife and hurled it with incredible speed.

With limited space to maneuver, Blackjack could only dodge the throwing knife in a sorry state, then felt a sharp pain in his chest and a gush of heat gushed out.

The second throwing knife was now stuck in Blackjack's chest!

Leng Ran deliberately avoided the heart area, which was already showing mercy.

Blackjack, his eyes wide with terror beneath the mask, hadn't seen his opponent throw the second knife at all! When did this happen...?

Starting from the fourth underground level, the arena's artificial intelligence will announce the end of the match under only two conditions.

It's either death or surrender.

"Want to continue? I haven't had enough fun yet, Blackjack." A cold smile, hidden beneath the mask, played as he brandished the short sword in his hand.

Blackjack, who came from Block B, is still useful to her; she can't let him die here.

"I surrender." Blackjack, his confidence shattered, chose to save his life. He knew very well that his opponent was a master of concealed weapons, far superior to him, and that his opponent didn't intend to kill him unless he aimed directly at the heart.

"The match is over. The winner is the poor guy!" the AI ​​announced the result.

Commentator: "Let's congratulate the poor guy on taking the first victory on the fourth basement level!"

Audience: "Poor bastard! Poor bastard!"

Leng Ran: I want to slap myself twice for choosing that name...

Leng Ran said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Blackjack, rooftop restaurant, table number 3, don't keep me waiting."

Then sheathed her sword, turned and calmly left, disappearing further and further from Blackjack's sight.