Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 629 - 627 Surfing

After the previous bout had ended, the One-armed Giant, who had completely lost the ability to move, had been teleported down from the stage by the System and was now lying on the ground, bleeding continuously.

Members of the Voodoo Black Witch Clan, who had hurried over from the audience seats, surrounded him. They lit herbs, released smoke, and sprayed mist into his injured eye socket, barely managing to stop the bleeding.

Silently, the members of the Voodoo Black Witch Clan took Ogun Mula and teleported out of the Dueling Field. Before leaving, a few of them deliberately turned to cast venomous glares at Wanli Fengdao. He, however, just shrugged nonchalantly.

Before killing, one must be prepared to be killed.

As the One-armed Giant vanished from the spot where he had been teleported, the pool of blood beneath him also disappeared.

This interlude did not affect the Dueling Field's continued operation; both the staff and the audience were accustomed to gruesome scenes.

After all, the medical capabilities of the Secret Societies were advanced. As long as one didn't die on the spot, most could be saved.

Li Ang was still scrutinizing Blackstone Razor from a distance.

Seemingly noticing the observation, the pale-skinned, sinister man turned his head, his gaze meeting the large dragon head clad in a white lab coat, his lips curving slightly upward.

In the last few days, Blackstone Razor had made quite a name for himself in the Sky Fighting Arena.

Whether this reputation was good or bad, at least most players who frequently visited the Dueling Field recognized him, and some Secret Societies had extended olive branches to him.

In Blackstone Razor's view, the Killing Game was inherently a world of survival of the fittest, where the unfit were culled. If one could survive to the end and become the strongest, people would naturally flock to and worship them. All the sins committed and evils perpetrated along the way would be deliberately overlooked, or even laundered into "necessary deeds on the path to becoming the strongest."

Blackstone Razor thought so, and acted accordingly.

As for why he maliciously tormented the weak in the Dueling Field—he needed to alleviate his mental pressure in this manner, and tormenting the weak also brought him benefits. His Title Skill, Evil Executioner, was designed so that the more people he tortured, the greater the attribute bonuses it granted him.

Blackstone Razor stared intently at the dragon-headed figure in the white lab coat. It seemed that during a conversation with a companion, the other party had already learned his identity. Yet, they hadn't chosen to forfeit the match? Heh, I hope... this one lasts a bit longer...

Goosebumps rose on his arms and back from the thrilling excitement. Blackstone Razor licked his lips.

He handed a paper slip with his personal introduction to a member of the Watcher's Society.

The latter, not wanting much interaction with this scumbag, silently took the paper, then turned and walked over to Li Ang. After verifying Li Ang's identity, he took his personal introduction slip as well.

"Hey, you really want to fight him?" Wanli Fengdao couldn't help but whisper a reminder. "You were indeed very strong in the Shengnan King's Dream, but that was by using tricks like drawing strength from myriad beings, right? Interaction between those on and off the stage isn't allowed here. This is only the first tier. Winning gives you only a tiny benefit, and there's no penalty for surrendering."

"Let's fight first and see."

Li Ang shrugged and, with a push off the ground, leaped onto the stage.

Blackstone Razor smirked coldly, the hem of his black robe fluttering as he floated lightly onto the stage.

He looked at the white lab-coated dragon head opposite him and said indifferently, "If you surrender now, you might still be saved. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Oh."

Li Ang nodded and replied, "I understand. You mean, 'If you surrender now, you might still be saved. Do you understand what I mean?'"

This... was not the kind of understanding I expected.

Blackstone Razor opened his mouth, then hesitated.

Li Ang continued as if to himself, "I've heard you enjoy tormenting weaker opponents in the Dueling Field, is that right? You could clearly win easily, but you deliberately suppress your strength, pretending to be on par with the rookies you face. You intentionally let them score, giving your opponents a glimmer of hope so they won't surrender and quit the match. By doing so, you slowly torture your opponents—breaking their limbs, crushing their internal organs, mangling their faces until they're a bloody mess. And then, you finish them off with ease."

"So what?"

Blackstone Razor shook his head indifferently. "The weak deserve to be deceived, exploited, and tormented. They should be grateful that death doesn't occur on the Dueling Field's stage. I'm teaching them how to survive in the Killing Games."

Li Ang smiled noncommittally. "Acting so brazenly, aren't you afraid someone will step up to teach you a lesson?"

"I've memorized the names and characteristics of most experts from large organizations," Blackstone Razor said indifferently. "If I encounter an expert, I'll naturally withdraw from the match. Besides, large organizations aren't so idle as to come to a Dueling Field where no one dies just to uphold justice. I'm merely making rational use of the rules."

With that, he no longer wished to converse with Li Ang. He raised his hand slightly, signaling to the Narrator that he was ready for the match to begin.

"Alright, everyone can see that both contestants are ready!" Narrator Spitzer Vegan spoke at a breakneck pace: "Contestant Number One is the familiar Blackstone Razor! He hails from Brazil, South America, is currently Level 17, and is a bounty hunter whose reputation precedes him. Assassination, intelligence gathering, armed assaults—no matter the task, as long as the payment is sufficient, he'll get it done for you! His player ID is TH34***0980. Those interested in commissioning him can apply to add him as a friend using this ID."

"And our Contestant Number Two..."

Narrator Abdel, steeling himself, finished reading Li Ang's lengthy Dueling Field-specific name and quickly began reciting the personal introduction Li Ang had written:

"'Those who constantly claim that 'each generation of players is worse than the last' should look at you, just as I do.

I look at you, full of envy. The Melting Furnace Shop has accumulated two days' worth of wealth—all the Unlicensed Magic Potions, Body Modifications, and Bizarre Medical Skills are like gifts specially prepared for you, ready for your enjoyment.

Freely accept Body Modifications! Become immensely powerful, possess limitless energy, require no sleep, fear no fatigue, and be capable of completing all overtime tasks assigned by your superiors! You can live by eating the wind and drinking the dew, surviving solely on photosynthesis, without needing a salary from your superiors! All you need to consider is how to better dedicate and burn yourselves out!

You now possess the right I once desperately yearned for—the right to choose!

Only the weak are accustomed to scoffing and denial, while those with strong hearts never fear seemingly terrifying Body Modifications!

The most beautiful sight in the Killing Game is the rookies who have just entered. You symbolize hope! Because of you, the Killing Games are no longer grim and terrifying, but have become relaxed and peaceful!

Together with the manager of the Immaculate Furnace, advance towards the distant, unknown Starry Ocean! Forward!'"

For some reason, as Narrator Abdel read this personal introduction, which was full of cringeworthy points, he initially felt humiliated and awkward. However, toward the end, he found himself increasingly swept up by the passionate fervor of the text, filled with bold enthusiasm.

Standing on the stage, Li Ang nodded in satisfaction. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

One of the Immaculate Furnace's primary target audiences is, indeed, rookie players new to the game.

This positive and uplifting advertisement should be well-received by them.