The woman seated by the bar held a wine glass, her black hair styled up. Beneath her red evening gown, two fair legs were striking.
The Queen of Munitions, Bai Lu!
In his previous life, Bai Ye and Bai Lu were known as the "Twin Whites of the East District."
They had much in common.
For instance, they both shared the surname Bai!
For instance, they both pursued the path of mechanical technology.
For instance, in the later stages of the World Battlefield, they both frequented a futuristic technological zone called the "East District."
However, the Twin Whites of the East District were not amicable. In those days, Bai Ye and Bai Lu vied for missions in the East District, engaging in numerous encounters.
"An old rival, then?"
Bai Ye curled his lips, then shifted his gaze from Bai Lu to the胖子 eating at the dining table.
Crimson Ghost, Michael Marquias!
As if noticing Bai Ye's gaze, Marquias raised his food and gestured towards Bai Ye, as if greeting him, or perhaps offering a gesture of good will.
This fellow appeared harmless, but Bai Ye knew he was a formidable character, hailing from the notorious organization Cang Long Hui, and one of its six regional captains, ranked within its top ten.
However, Bai Ye's interactions with Marquias were not deep in his past life. After a glance, he moved his eyes, looking towards a blonde man on the other side.
The Scoundrel, Alexander Garland!
If Marquias appeared harmless, then Garland was the opposite extreme. He exuded an intense aura of "stay away," and interestingly, Garland was also one of Cang Long Hui's six regional captains, holding a status akin to Marquias within the organization, with comparable strength.
Yet, at this moment, Marquias and Garland exchanged no communication, seemingly not knowing each other?
This was rather intriguing, but Bai Ye paid it little mind, instead shifting his gaze to a sofa booth on another side.
Blazing Fire Phoenix, Situ Chicheng!
Clad in a white daoist robe, his hair tied up with a jade crown, he carried a crimson-sheathed flying sword on his back and a jade pendant shaped like a sword at his waist.
This fellow was also an old rival.
In Bai Ye's previous life, Situ Chicheng was a strong figure who survived to the late stages of the World Battlefield, known as Blazing Fire Phoenix. His Great Sun Flame Heaven Sword was considered the most potent fire-attribute flying sword on the World Battlefield. Wherever this fellow appeared, flames would scorch a hundred miles; he was incredibly ferocious.
Back then, Bai Ye and Situ Chicheng had clashed many times, each encounter proving to be a hard-fought battle.
This brought a touch of nostalgia to Bai Ye, seeing these familiar faces again.
However, he had no knowledge of the origins of the other four. Not every powerful individual was destined to live forever.
Moreover, with a second chance, many things could change.
"What if I just killed these four guys right here..." Bai Ye thought maliciously, "...then the former Queen of Munitions, the Crimson Ghost, the Scoundrel, and the Blazing Fire Phoenix, they likely wouldn't exist anymore, would they?"
*Ding!*
As Bai Ye pondered, the elevator door behind him suddenly opened, and a man emerged.
Bai Ye instinctively turned his head, and both men froze, staring at each other.
"Damn it!"
Half a minute later, Bai Ye was the first to curse and immediately swept a leg towards the other.
The man who had emerged from the elevator was none other than...
Li Jiayi!
Li Jiayi's reaction was equally swift. Sensing a strong gust of wind approaching his face, he quickly raised his arm to block!
*Bang!*
A dull thud echoed.
Li Jiayi took Bai Ye's kick head-on and stumbled backward. Bai Ye pursued relentlessly, not giving Li Jiayi a chance to breathe, and lunged forward again.
Bai Ye moved too fast. Li Jiayi hadn't even managed to stabilize himself. Therefore, this time, Li Jiayi couldn't block Bai Ye's fist. He took a solid punch to the chest and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Peh!" Li Jiayi spat a mouthful of blood from the side of his face. Seeing Bai Ye about to charge again, a ferocious expression appeared on Li Jiayi's face as he roared, "Qian Kun Ri Yue Lun!"
Instantly, twin sun and moon wheels appeared above Li Jiayi, emitting a vast expanse of brilliant silver light as they slashed towards Bai Ye.
Bai Ye had experienced the power of this technique. Lacking his Hexagonal Mirror Shield now, he didn't dare to face it head-on and quickly pushed off with his legs, leaping backward.
*Rumble!*
The next moment, the twin sun and moon wheels struck the ground with a deafening roar, carving a deep pit into the earth.
"Ning Shuang, Yu Jian!"
Bai Ye, unwilling to be outdone, immediately activated his Ning Shuang sword, transforming it into a beam of light. Just then...
*Clap, clap...*
The crisp sound of applause suddenly rang out, drawing the attention of both Bai Ye and Li Jiayi.
At the very front of the banquet hall, there were two staircases leading to a small balcony on the second floor. An elder in a suit stood there, hands clasped behind his back.
"Gentlemen, if you wish to fight, please do so after the Twelve Great Battles commence," the elder said with a smile, looking at Bai Ye and Li Jiayi. "Besides, all participants have already assembled. I don't believe it's urgent."
Everyone was here?
Bai Ye remembered he was the ninth to arrive, and Li Jiayi was the tenth. Who were the remaining two?
Bai Ye looked up ahead. Indeed, all twelve participants were gathered. On the other side of the banquet hall, there was a second elevator, and a man and a woman stood at the entrance, presumably having just arrived.
The elder continued, "You have all received your identities. From this moment on, you will fight for your respective zodiac signs. There are no time limits, no weapon restrictions, and no ability limitations. The only rule is slaughter, slaughter, and more slaughter. Use every means necessary to kill the others, and when only one person remains alive among you, that person will be the victor."
As the elder spoke, he produced a remote control.
The curtains on the side of the banquet hall were drawn open, revealing massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
"This entire district has been completely cleared. You are free to fight as you wish, but do not leave the city limits. Every hour, the electronic billboards will announce the list of survivors, and every hour, the location of one participant will be randomly revealed. And when a victor emerges, they may proceed to that broadcast television tower..."
The elder pointed to the window. It was a very tall television broadcast tower, standing out distinctly amidst the surrounding buildings, making it easily recognizable.
"I will greet the victor there and grant your wish," the elder concluded, looking around. "Does anyone have any further questions?"
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