Chapter 401: How to Own Five Buildings

Zone C.

The black whip was as nimble as a cobra with its head raised, burrowing through the gap between Bai Liu's cuff and the skin of his wrist, winding its way from his wrist bone to his shoulder before the whip turned and with a swish, bone spines spun out from both sides and dug into Bai Liu's flesh and bone.

Bai six dragged the end of the whip, pulling it forward with a downward pressure of the wrist, seemingly gently, but with such force that it pulled Bai Liu's entire body off the ground.

The whip wrapped around Bai Liu's arm instantly tightened, spinning like the leaf blade of a juicer, tearing the flesh and bone of Bai Liu's left arm into chunks.

Bai Liu was dragged up to Bai six, who looked up and smiled softly at him and said, "The first step is to disarm and pull out your opponent's arms, right?"

--This is what Bai Liu and Yuan Guang had said before, but now Bai six says it as if in jest, even with a gentle tone.

"But surrendering our weapons won't be of much use to us, will it?"

As soon as Bai six's words left his lips, Bai Liu darted away from Bai six, who sidled up to him and bit out a bottle of antidote from his shirt pocket, drinking it down with a cool gaze, and his arm, shattered by the whip, grew back in moments.

"It's hard to make an enemy of yourself." Bai Liu smiled at Bai Liu as he withdrew his bloodied black bone whip and shook his head with a frown of distress, "I can always get the upper hand with experience, but it doesn't seem easy to beat you."

"I'm sure you feel the same way."

Bai Liu's pale side and lips were stained with blood, and he lifted a hand to wipe it off and returned a faint, "Fine."

The smile on Bai's face deepened, "Because you knew from the start that you couldn't beat me, so you weren't going to, were you?"

"You're just trying to stall for time, what are you waiting for?"

"You didn't use your own team's moves from start to finish during the fight against me, leaving more room for them to survive, so you're not waiting for your team to win and come to your aid, are you?"

Bai Liu didn't deny it as he said calmly, "They're more likely to beat your men than I am to beat you, at least."

Bai six's face turned a little playful: "You think they're better than my players?"

"No, on the contrary, I think they are nowhere near as strong as your players, not a product of the same order of magnitude at all." Bai Liu looked levelly at Bai six, "But compared to the difference between you and me before, if this match must be bet once -"

"I'm betting on them to win."

"So that's it?" Bai six curled his mouth in amusement as the whip in his hand disappeared into a short, dark dagger that he held between two fingers and twirled casually before holding it firmly in his backhand, "That sounds like a pretty good plan."

Bai Liu lowered his gaze to the dagger - he recognised it as Liu Huai's dagger.

The Bai six of this world did not sign Liu Huai's skills over to Muke, but took possession of them for themselves.

Bai six looked at Bai Liu with a smirk, "I thought it was you who had developed an undeserved sense of protectiveness towards these useless players who sold their souls to you?"

Bai Liu looked straight at Bai six without dodging, his tone bland: "Isn't it only natural that property owners should be protective of their property?"

Bai six walked unsteadily towards Bai Liu, his expression obscured by the sudden rise of dust, and all that could be heard was an extremely indistinct soft laugh.

"Is it just a desire to protect property?"

"Property is most valuable when it is reasonably consumed by the holder, which is the same thing as money."

"Circulation and consumption is what makes them most valuable."

Bai six's laughter carried on the wind from all directions.

"I've never seen a Bai six that just collects possessions and doesn't spend them, and that kind of miserliness is not something a smart person would do, as you should know better than anyone -"

"- the intense protectiveness that comes too close only comes from something, something irrational, that prevents you from seeing them as property."

[System Alert: Player Bai six has loaded player Liu Huai's panel (Note: Player Liu Huai is in a death ghost state in reality and is self-aware, so he can use this player's panel) and can use his opponent's personal skill (Flash Strike) to instantly move to any location in the map!

As the sound of the words came out of the dust, Bai Liu heard the crack of a sharp object cutting through the air from extremely close behind his ear.

A black gloved right hand rests lightly on Bai Liu's shoulder, and Bai Liu's face breaks through the fog, his eyes smiling behind his ear.

Bai Liu's left hand is wrapped around his neck and the tip of the dagger he holds in his hand is placed against the side of Bai Liu's neck. He slowly raises the tip of the blade, forcing Bai Liu, who is being held hostage, to follow the upward curve of the blade and lean his head back against Bai six's shoulder to listen to him.

Bai six whispers in a laughing tone, as if sighing, in Bai Liu's ear.

"You don't want to spend these possessions and let them die."

"You've got feelings for them, Bai Liu ."

Before his words were out of his mouth, Bai Liu's backhand gripped the dagger diagonally upwards, and warm blood gushed out, staining the crooked marker pen reverse cross pattern drawn on the skin in the middle of Bai Liu's collarbone.

The pattern absorbs Bai Liu's blood, lights up extremely faintly and begins to turn at a speed so slow as to be completely unnoticeable.

Bai Liu backhanded the Bai six behind him, then continued with the whip without pausing to break the five surrounding buildings.

Amidst the chaos of five buildings slamming into Bai Liu, he found a building to hide in, covering his busted and bleeding throat, leaning his back against the wall and calmly pouring in a bottle of antidote.

This was the last bottle of antidote he had, and if he wanted to use it again, he would have to access Liu Jiayi's panel.

--But that means Liu Jiayi can't use the skill.

Bai Liu closed his eyes and took two deep breaths as he heard Bai six's footsteps walking into the building where he was hiding, clear, one step closer to him.

Bai six nonchalantly wiped the blood off the dagger with the tiger grip of his gloved right hand, "Are you going to keep stalling?"

"If I'm right, the antidote you just used is the last bottle, but of course you can cut your team member's doorstep and use their skills to continue using the antidote."

Bai six's voice was full of laughter, "But I can't guarantee the death of your little team member, she doesn't seem to be quite the same as my team member, she doesn't seem to be very good at the poison skill?"

Bai Liu did not make any noise.

"That's pretty cool, obviously driven by emotion to make such a choice, but looking as calm as if you don't care about the other person at all." Bai six said in a complimentary tone, "If I weren't you, maybe I'd be fooled by you."

"But this option you've chosen of letting the players go against it is really the only one that has the potential to flip the tables and win me over."

"Because they have a weakness, and I don't have one anymore."

Bai six smiled and said, "God has no weaknesses, and what has no weaknesses is invincible, so you have judged correctly and you have chosen the right path."

"But do you want to hear my judgement?"

Bai six spoke closer to where Bai Liu was hiding, and the dagger in his hand disappeared, changing once again to a black bone whip.

Bai Liu turned slightly to the side away from the wall, his eyes darkening as he gripped the bone whip in his hand, and as Bai six opened his mouth again, he brought it down hard and without hesitation against the wall!

A black and a white bone whip lashed the wall almost simultaneously, and the wall instantly broke apart and splintered in all directions, the force of the whips unabated, meeting in the air the moment the wall shattered!

Bai Liu swiftly jerked away the bone whip with a sharp look in his eyes, his left hand held the side of the bone whip in a certain direction in an early blocking motion, and in the next second, Bai six held the bone whip and flung it with a speed of movement that could almost be seen as a staccato.

Bai Liu was smashed into the wall by Bai six's bone whip, a dent of more than half a metre inward in the wall behind him, and the shirt on his back was dyed all red almost in a second by the blood seeping from the wound.

Bai six dragged the whip up to Bai Liu, who looked down at him with his head bowed, blood pouring out and pools of blood accumulating at his feet.

"My verdict is that your second dead team member will be Muke."

Zone D.

Muke was struck with a backhand to the sternum into the wall and after two violent choking coughs staggered to get up.

Before Muke could even get up, [Muke] stepped on his shoulder with a high, crushing foot, his leather shoe pressing down little by little, bringing Muke's shoulder down, and eventually pressing Muke's entire body so hard that his face was on the ground and he didn't stop there, still pushing.

Muke's shoulder cracked with the sound of his shoulder bones being stepped on, his back jerked with spasms of pain, Muke braced himself on the floor and gritted his teeth as he tried to get up and was stomped on again by [Muke].

Muke] looked down at the struggling Muke on the ground and commented indifferently and contemptuously, "What a fragile and ugly body, so cheap that I feel sick at the sight of it."

"I don't know how you had the courage to stand next to the president with that body on top of you and reach for the dagger he handed you?"

Muke] was still pushing hard, Muke's shoulder had caved in completely from the stomp, and he curled up in pain, choking and coughing twice.

The heart, along with his body, was now in a constant stream of intense pain that made Muke too unconscious to judge the situation.

Everything in front of you becomes a blur.

Muke] grabbed Muke by the hair and lifted his helpless body towards him, forcing Muke to look at him, then questioned icily, "Where is your dagger? Bring it out."

"Take it out now and I can still dryly end your worthless life."

A battered and bruised Muke, pulled up by his hair, looks across the room through his dizzying vision, drifting for a moment before slowly remembering.

Oh dagger, yes dagger, his weapon of skill.

As soon as he pulls out that skill weapon, he quickly grabs it and uses it to kill him back.

Muke tried several times to attack [Muke] with his dagger, but his speed and combat experience were completely out of step with [Muke], and as soon as the dagger was brought out, it was in [Muke]'s hand almost before Muke could make the first cut.

After realising that the [dagger] was only a weapon he had given to the man opposite, Muke quickly stopped constantly summoning the dagger.

Then [Muke] started torturing him with his physical skills, forcing him to take out his dagger. Muke was nowhere near as good as his opponent in terms of fighting skills, his panel, or his reaction time, and the only thing he had going for him was his skills.

But in his hands, this skill, when facing [Muke], is like a child clutching a sword, and only gives his opponent a weapon.

It was clearly something Bai Liu had given him, but it was taken away from him time and time again.

...... He really is as disgustingly worthless as [Muke] says.

The lifted Muke faintly moved his right index finger, which had been broken into several pieces by [Muke], and the blood dripped down the corner of his shirt.

Muke spat a mouthful of blood into [Muke's] face and said, in a hoarse voice, in one word

"I will never use a dagger again, you torture me."

"-even if you torture me to death, I'll never let you touch the dagger Bai Liu gave me again."

Muke lifted his jaw slightly and looked down at the bloodied Muke with a grim look on his face, and he struggled to hook the corners of his mouth, "Because that's what Bai Liu gave me."

"The one in that world you don't deserve, and the one in this world you don't deserve to touch."

" Bai Liu thinks I have something worthy of it, then I do." Muke's laughter grew more and more unrestrained, "You jealous unskilled man of me, you are not worth more to your president than one of my daggers, are you?"

Muke's] face darkened completely, but soon returned to normal as he lifted a hand and drew a silk scarf from his suit pocket to slowly wipe away the blood spit on his face, he stared at Muke and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "It seems my patience has given you the confidence to speak out of turn."

"In that case, the game will end here."

Muke] pulled off the bandage he had wrapped around his neck and wrapped his backhand around Muke's neck, closing his hands in a circle with an enraged fierceness in his gaze, "Die."

Muke gripped the bandage that was rapidly closing around his neck, the force of which had almost reduced the size of his already slender neck and was continuing to reduce its size.

The walls reflect the shadow of Muke's feet stomping and struggling on the ground, the shadow's movements becoming less and less, and then -

-- The shadow's head, strangled by the bandage, rolled off, bouncing twice on the floor and rolling next to the mahogany table leg, a stream of liquid gushing from the broken surface of the headless shadow's torso.

The headless torso of the shadow fell motionless to the ground.

Muke] dropped his eyes unmoved, turned to retrieve his bandages and reported softly to the jeweled cufflinks at his cuffs, "Chairman, mission accomplished, I'll be right back."

The hand of the headless body collapsed in a pool of blood moved slightly twice, as if trying to grip something, and let go feebly.

[System Alert: Player Muke's life expectancy is dropping dramatically! 22 ......17 ......13 ...... warning warning! Player's life expectancy is below 10!

Muke's head on the leg of the table stares deathly at the departing [Muke], his eyelids slowly closing as a million memories overlap in his mind.

"What are the essentials of an assassin?" Muke nervously folded his legs together and sat in the conference room at the Wandering Circus, "Sorry to waste your time, but I'd love to ask, what does Bai Liu have in mind for the best assassin? I'd like to find out where I fit in."

The only people in the meeting room were Muke and Bai Liu, who was sitting opposite Muke.

Bai Liu leans back in his chair and raises a hand to his jaw in thought: "I don't really like assassins."

Muke was about to get all teary-eyed: "Eh? Bai Liu doesn't like assassins?!"

"Well, most of the time an assassin means sacrifice, using everything to lower your opponent's guard, waiting with humiliation for that final blow, and even the best assassins end up in the same boat most of the time." Bai Liu looked up at Muke with level eyes, "That's not my style, I wish there was more left."

Muke pursed his lower lip: "Then I'll give up ......" assassin skills for a different path ......

Bai Liu interrupted Muke calmly, "Do you like assassins?"

Muke was stunned as he lowered his head and slowly clenched his trousers with his hands against his knees before saying very softly, "Didn't like it before because it was nice to live a little longer ......"

"But to see Liu Huai so desperately trying to do what he wanted to do, it felt ......"

Muke's tone of voice is a pause.

"The person I was before never had anyone or anything I wanted to go after, just lived in fear of death." Muke's head was getting lower and his voice was getting smaller, "but ...... if I could give everything to protect the people I wanted to protect the most, like Liu Huai did."

"...... I don't think death would be so terrible in that case."

Muke opened his mouth and a tear smashed down on the back of his hand, "I think it's handsome to be an assassin like that."

"Not at all like me, so cowardly, so afraid of death, shining, I want to be that kind of assassin who can face death bravely for the sake of something."

"Hmm." Bai Liu said flatly, "Then go ahead and become."

The assassin has to be non-existent, unobtrusive, minimise the enemy's alertness to him, make him feel absolutely harmless, and then -

-One hit wonders.

There is nothing like a dying man who has lost his head to put people on their guard.

[System warning: Player Muke's life expectancy continues to drop ......8......6......]

The headless carcass slowly rises from the ground, smoke billowing from its hands, converging into a short, sharp black blade.

It now has no head, which is equivalent to having no sense of sight hearing or smell, and the only thing that allows it to sense its environment is its sense of touch.

The pace of [Muke] leaving the cemetery room drove the floor to tremble, it held the dagger in one palm, the other palm against the ground sensing the vibrations, the index finger in the shape of a twisted finger.

Muke counted softly in his mind ...... one step, two steps ......

Don't rush, the assassin waits for the best time.

It remembered clearly the whole layout of the room, and this pace towards the south-east corner was the only possibility, [Muke] had gone to get the land certificate he had placed there, there was a monster in the cemetery building there, if [Muke] was going to take the land certificate, according to what he knew about [his] style, he would have destroyed the monster and his own body completely before leaving in order to avoid accidents.

This then means that [Muke] will definitely turn back.

Before [Muke] turned back to completely dispose of his [headless corpse], he chose to go ahead and dispose of the monster's body.

The pace stops.

One, two ...... - that's now!

[System Alert: Player Muke uses his personal skill (Flash Strike), player's blood is left to trigger a blast and damage is doubled!

On the wall, the headless corpse leapt vertically from the ground to the adult man's back and plunged hard into the other man's heart. [Muke's] pupils flinched and an unspeakably sharp pain spread from [Muke's] heart, causing him to freeze in his actions for a second or two.

Sure enough!!!

This guy didn't cure his heart condition!!! That's [his] weakness, and he won the bet!

Muke continued to stab in with a vengeance, turning the hilt of his knife, if he had a head he would have hissed out loud by now, but he didn't, so he just delivered the assassin's final blow silently, with a force that made his whole body tremble almost.

Only when [Muke] was completely motionless did Muke roll limply off his back.

He moved weakly on the ground and crawled next to his head, lay down and attached his body to the broken side of his head, then rummaged around on himself long enough to find a half-drunk bottle of antidote and poured it down on his neck.

The wound between the broken face and the head slowly healed. Muke choked and coughed twice, his face paled and his eyes straightened as he collapsed to the ground, and the system beep sounded in his ears.

[System Alert: Player Muke has killed (Summoned Muke) with the skill Muke]

Muke took a long breath of relief as he gripped the dagger in his hand, not holding back a smile as he closed his eyes.