Students trained by the Deathmatch School are all considered well-trained.
On this basis, obtaining a sufficiently powerful ability means the threat is not small at all.
In just a few dozen seconds, several wounds had been added to his body.
But even in such a perilous situation, Lu Bai still couldn’t keep his attention highly focused, occasionally zoning out, making his responses to attacks slightly sluggish.
Yet in this state, Lu Bai still held off the combined assault of several people.
This was absurd.
Clearly, he had been injured quite a few times, yet it didn’t seem to have much impact.
“Something’s off.”
The Short Person Death Fighter grew alert, slightly pulling back his position while rubbing the small blade between his fingers.
His ability relied on information asymmetry, making it easy to suddenly kill an unprepared opponent.
So during the battle, he risked being eliminated by a single sword strike, leaving more than one mark on Lu Bai, planning to seize the opportunity and immediately grab the USB drive and run.
The muscular woman slapped the sword’s spine with one palm, easily resolving a crisis, the terrifying power also making the Eight-Sided Han Sword’s blade tremble lightly.
[Extreme Flow Karate (Gold): The standard martial art of Extreme Flow Fighters, allowing mastery of various techniques in this karate style.]
Ariana didn’t gloat because of this; instead, she frowned tightly: “Don’t you feel pain?”
Due to the obstruction of clothing and bloodstains, no one noticed that the wounds on Lu Bai’s body had mostly healed.
“It hurts.”
While slashing to death a Death Fighter who took the chance for a sneak attack, Lu Bai casually encouraged: “I’m not a super beast, otherwise try a few more times?”
He said that, but combined with his calm and composed expression throughout, it wasn’t very credible.
The main reason he could maintain calm emotions in this situation was his unique mental state.
However, not getting angry didn’t mean Lu Bai was unaware of his current situation.
Continuing to drag this on might lead to variables.
With this thought, Lu Bai swung his sword to force back the two Death Fighters in front of him, then moved his feet, retreating to a safe distance and scanning the surroundings.
In this time, more than ten Death Fighters had been taken out by him, but mostly relying on the surprise of [Flash Time].
It seemed the other two abilities didn’t show too exaggerated performance?
“You should all be going all out already, right?”
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he took a deep breath first; his originally flushed skin became even more crimson, pores on his body surface began seeping blood droplets, even emanating faint steam.
[Blood Rage (Gold): Consume blood to gain a certain degree of combat power boost.]
Yes, the description was clear: the [Blood Rage] ability itself had no upper limit.
Or rather, only one implicit upper limit.
After all, the total blood volume in a normal human body was limited; excessive blood loss could be fatal, and one couldn’t fight while hooked to an IV drip.
But don’t forget, Lu Bai also mastered [Super Regeneration].
The two gold abilities he possessed, when combined, weren’t much weaker than color abilities in intensity.
“Bad!”
“What are you spacing out for? Stop him quick.”
Most people present had good eyesight.
Even without knowing exactly how Lu Bai’s ability worked, just seeing his blood-oozing appearance, they could guess he was entering a super-overload burst state.
Time passed in an instant.
In desperation, the Short Person Death Fighter didn’t think much, crouched to close the distance, his finger’s small blade aimed straight at the black butterfly mark on Lu Bai.
However, Lu Bai’s figure suddenly vanished from the spot, reappearing behind the Short Person Death Fighter.
Sizzle~
The sound of blade entering flesh came half a beat late.
The Short Person Death Fighter died on the spot, not even having time to scream.
Lu Bai stood with sword in hand, shaking a sword flower, but didn’t fling off the blood staining the blade.
Through the layer of hazy steam covering his body, one could see his face still bore a wanton smile, bathed in blood all over, like a raksha just emerged from hell.
“Impossible?!”
“How… so strong?”
Seeing this scene, many Death Fighters stared wide-eyed in shock, treating him like a great enemy.
Various control abilities were clearly still in effect, yet he could still display such crushing combat power?
“No wonder he could snatch the ‘node’ from Duan Jianhui.” Shock filled Fei Xiao’s eyes.
He originally had some calculations in mind, merely applying [Heavenly Conduit] to Lu Bai, planning to continue watching remotely for a bit.
After all, it was hard to build true trust among Death Fighters; he had no doubt that every Death Fighter present would decisively kill Lu Bai and run off alone with the USB drive if they got the chance.
But now the situation development was completely off!
Given the terrifying combat power Lu Bai was showing, if he took out a few more Death Fighters, the ones who needed to run might become them?
Not just Fei Xiao who couldn’t sit still; Lan Ke, Bat Tattoo Man, Yan Zhiquan, and others were equally restless.
Lan Ke pulled out another unopened box of playing cards from his bosom, throwing one regardless.
In an instant, gleaming playing cards filled the office hall, flying everywhere.
As for Yan Zhiquan and his two students, they figured since they were already backstabbing, might as well go all out.
“Hold on, this state of his can’t last too long.” Yan Zhiquan shouted, charging straight at Lu Bai.
Relying on the vigorous vitality from [Astral Body], he felt he could drag it out until Lu Bai’s burst state ended.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Within 0.5 seconds of [Flash Time], Lu Bai swung the Eight-Sided Han Sword, slashing multiple times continuously, shredding all nearby playing cards.
Comparatively, Lan Ke’s remote sneak attacks could still interfere with him.
After all, relying on the Eight-Sided Han Sword’s sharpness, as long as he could hit someone, it was at least a serious injury.
Moreover, he was still suppressed by many negative effects; it only seemed unaffected because [Super Regeneration] kept boosting his endurance.
Must take out these support Death Fighters first.
With a thought, Lu Bai leaped and kicked Yan Zhiquan’s chest, sending him flying backward.
Before even landing, he stabilized his center of gravity; a Broomhandle Mauser appeared in his hand like magic.
Honestly, Lu Bai knew his marksmanship wasn’t great.
However, setting aside accuracy, creating chaos was sufficient.
“Watch out!”
“How does he still have a gun?”
Bang! Click~ Bang! Bang!
Two unlucky Death Fighters failed to dodge and were knocked down, wounded but not dead.
The occasional bullet jam went unnoticed by most.
“Just a small-caliber pistol.”
Yan Zhiquan pressed forward like a wall of flesh.
He spread his arms, trying to envelop Lu Bai in a hug.
But the speed was obviously too slow; Lu Bai ducked and slipped past from the side effortlessly.
“Got you!”
Ariana shouted angrily, somehow having closed in behind Yan Zhiquan unnoticed.
Without a word, she delivered a ruthless hand knife, the chopping palm whistling through the air straight for Lu Bai’s nape; to onlookers, this sneak attack seemed to have a high chance.
Regrettably, the attack itself exposed her own flaw.
Lu Bai’s brow twitched; [Flash Time] activated silently, and he unhesitatingly thrust a sword.
“After fighting this long, still don’t know sneak attacks are useless against me?”
Ariana couldn’t hear these words.
Yan Zhiquan heard clearly, but by the time he turned around, Lu Bai had already opened more than five meters of distance.
“Damn!”
Yan Zhiquan was anxious; he realized he couldn’t catch Lu Bai at all.
As long as Lu Bai didn’t want to tangle with him, he could shake him off easily.
Yan Zhiquan felt his current situation was very awkward.
Activating [Astral Body] reduced agility.
But deactivating it, he probably couldn’t withstand a single sword from Lu Bai.
In the time he was annoyed, Lu Bai had mowed down one of his students like cutting grass; head gone, no amount of shared vitality helped.
Lan Ke never stopped throwing playing cards at Lu Bai, but unfortunately, these glowing flying props were too obvious and couldn’t hit him at all.
Fei Xiao’s date pit nails could hit thanks to their stealth, but he had to chew the dates honestly; limited by attack frequency, he only spat three in this period.
Moreover, each hit only made Lu Bai pause in pain briefly, with no follow-up.
After spitting a couple more, Fei Xiao even doubted if he hit at all.
As one Death Fighter after another fell, this so-called encirclement had factually collapsed.
“Hurry and kill him.”
“He’s still smiling?!”
“This guy’s a maniac!”
Seeing the tide turn, many grew intent on retreating.
Some even started acting on it.
One could see a dark-skinned Death Fighter kicking through a glass window, preparing to jump downstairs holding the window frame.
This was smart, showing wisdom.
Unfortunately, it failed; a bullet from the Broomhandle Mauser sent him out of this Deathmatch Duel.
Lu Bai officially entered the clearing phase; after taking out the support Death Fighters, his combat power would only grow higher, or rather, he was gradually returning to normal.
Without the shackles of various negative effects, no one could stop him.
One second Lan Ke saw Lu Bai nearly ten meters away, the next, the skin on his neck felt the piercing chill of the Eight-Sided Han Sword.
Until death, Lan Ke’s index and middle fingers still pinched a playing card, too late to throw.
Lu Bai leaped past without a second glance.
He didn’t care what status Lan Ke held in the Survey Corps; to him, they were all the same—just one sword.
In the blink of an eye, the bloody smell filling the office hall was thick enough to make one nauseous.
Fei Xiao swallowed hard, silently retreating to the window, lifting the barely alive Xiao Xueyin.