“Ah?!”
Feeling the cold at her neck, Wu Ya couldn’t help but exclaim.
This sudden change of circumstance left Tian Wang, who was sitting on the ground mat still panting heavily, stunned on the spot.
He couldn’t understand.
How could they be chatting amiably like old acquaintances one second, and pulling out a dagger the next.
Ke Jiangni beside them quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly spoke to persuade: “Stop, even if there’s conflict between you two, there’s no need to involve Wu Ya, right? She’s just an ordinary high school student. When we first met her, wasn’t she planning to save you?”
In her urgency, Ke Jiangni’s language ability became even smoother, rattling off a long string like a string of firecrackers.
Regrettably, Guo Mi didn’t even glance at her, focusing all her attention on Lu Bai.
“I guessed right, didn’t I?”
“Your reaction was surprisingly fast. Fine, saying you don’t care, you probably wouldn’t believe it either…” Lu Bai honestly admitted, then inquired: “What do you plan to do?”
His question instead made Guo Mi unconsciously frown.
Admittedly, she realized from Lu Bai’s performance that he cared somewhat about this female student.
But in the common cognition among death fighters, the natives in the deathmatch arena were no different from NPCs in a game except for their high realism.
In other words, death fighters generally wouldn’t treat natives as kindred, and killing natives naturally wouldn’t produce any psychological pressure.
At least if it were Guo Mi herself, no matter how good the relationship, she would at most treat them as pets, impossible to view equally.
By analogy, she actually didn’t think Wu Ya held much weight in Lu Bai’s heart.
Perhaps she could use the hostage to make Lu Bai let her go.
But she had come knocking proactively, not to slink away in defeat again.
So what about making some excessive demands?
The degree among them was clearly not that easy to grasp.
To be honest, Guo Mi felt she was somewhat riding a tiger now.
Various thoughts flashed in Guo Mi’s mind, but her expression remained composed as she tossed the “hot potato” back: “What I plan to do depends on you.”
Lu Bai immediately put on a black person question mark face.
After thinking for a moment, he probed: “I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about. How about this: you let Wu Ya go, and I let you go.”
Wu Ya under the dagger didn’t dare move an inch, maintaining one posture throughout, at most cautiously pleading: “Sister Guo, Student Lu is quite trustworthy. I don’t know exactly what conflict you two have, but doesn’t everyone say it’s better to make friends than enemies?”
Speaking of conflict, Guo Mi’s tone suddenly turned icy: “He killed my younger brother.”
“Your younger brother? You two don’t even have the same surname, right?” Lu Bai was stunned.
Guo Mi didn’t respond, just looked on coldly.
“Alright, your family matters, I won’t comment further. Sigh, humanity is even harder to handle than corpses…”
Lu Bai headache-ily reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, making a decision in the process. When he raised his head again, the smile on his face had completely vanished: “Then you make the move. You kill Wu Ya, and I’ll kill you after.”
He said it very seriously, not like joking at all.
Guo Mi’s gaze flickered, not knowing what she was thinking.
As the two fell silent together, the tent instantly became deathly quiet.
The quietly rising murderous atmosphere was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.
Under this atmosphere’s influence, Ke Jiangni and Tian Wang inexplicably held their breaths.
Zheng~
The sound of the eight-sided Han sword being unsheathed was particularly obvious in the quiet environment.
Lu Bai held the sword in his right hand, the sword tip slanted toward the ground: “Since you can’t bring yourself to do it, I’ll help you.”
“Wait.”
Seeing Lu Bai step forward, Guo Mi cracked first: “I can let this little sister go, but you have to leave the tent first.”
Surprisingly, even though Guo Mi had yielded, Lu Bai didn’t slow his steps at all.
After all, helping Wu Ya get revenge could count as repaying humanity.
At this point, how could Guo Mi not know Lu Bai was determined to kill her? She simply stopped bothering to hold Wu Ya as a hostage, lifted her up, and hurled her at Lu Bai.
Guo Mi’s physical fitness was in the scope of an ordinary person, at best trained; her absolute power wasn’t that great.
Throwing Wu Ya at him this way obviously wouldn’t have much impact force—Wu Ya hadn’t even hit Lu Bai yet, and she herself was already staggering to steady her footing.
The reason she still did this was self-evident.
To attract attention.
Lu Bai had just steadied and stood Wu Ya upright when a dagger gleaming with cold light came from behind Wu Ya like a bone-clinging maggot.
As the saying goes, short inch is risky.
At such a close distance, there wasn’t much space to perform with the eight-sided Han sword in hand; swinging it would require treating Wu Ya in front of him as nonexistent.
In the end, he was affected by the woman in swinging his sword.
With no time for much thinking, Lu Bai quickly pulled Wu Ya behind him, raising his other hand to barely grip the dagger stabbing at him.
Drip~
A flesh and blood body naturally couldn’t match a sharp blade; blood seeped from between his fingers gripping the blade, dripping down his hand joints to the ground.
Guo Mi gripped the handle but didn’t exert more force to cause Lu Bai greater injury.
It seemed the purpose of this stab was just to draw some blood.
And Lu Bai wasn’t puzzled by this either.
The moment he touched the dagger, a segment of information appeared before his retinas.
[Weapon: Silver Ring Poison Fang]
[Description: The blade carries strong neurotoxin, toxicity recoverable after one hour of use.]
[Evaluation: Randomly obtained from [Armory II (Silver)], a quite excellent assassination tool.]
“Looks like I win.”
A flash of glee in Guo Mi’s gaze: “I’ve tested it; this dagger causes neuromuscular blockade. You should already feel weak, maybe even have trouble breathing?”
Lu Bai’s face showed no extra expression, but his skin tone reddened visibly to the naked eye.
Guo Mi didn’t realize anything wrong with this change, assuming it was caused by the toxin…
Whoosh!
Lu Bai swung the sword diagonally, the blade tracing an upward arc, swift as lightning.
In an instant, massive blood sprayed up, splashing irregularly onto the tent cloth and bedding.
[Ding!]
[Points +1, Current Points: 15, Current Rank 1/133]
The red heat from [Blood Rage] gradually faded.
Lu Bai looked down at the humanoid corpse at his feet, unconsciously showing a smile on his face, but his eyes held no emotion.
“Instead of running, you approached me?”