Chapter 485: Qiao Mu Private High School

Liu Jiayi, in the midst of the crowd, heard the system announce that Muke had quit the game, and she jerked her head back as the students passed her by in a flurry of activity.

All thoughts flitted through her mind so quickly that she made a judgement almost in an instant -

-- Muke is sniped, and she is next in the killer sequence!

She's the only exceptional student left in the circus!

Liu Jiayi turns back quickly, heading towards where she knows Mu Sicheng and Tang Erda are - she's a witch, in control, not much of a fighter, and quite dangerous to be left alone.

But she had never before been so far behind on the playing field for so long.

Because Bai Liu wouldn't leave her alone for so long and would come to her aid soon, but this time ......

Liu Jiayi took a deep breath as she looked at her phone and bit her lower lip as she looked at the whole row of missed calls to Bai Liu.

She couldn't reach Bai Liu, and at a time like this, she had to turn to other forces for support, to ensure her own safety. She was the healer who held the lifeline of the entire team, and was the one who could never go wrong against a strong team like the Killer Sequence.

If something goes wrong with her, the lifeline of the team is at stake, and Liu Jiayi knows this and is used to protecting herself.

But unfortunately, the opponents are well aware of this too.

"Hello, Jiayi." Lu Yizhan jumped down from the tree, smiling as he drew his heavy sword from behind him, the point trailing a heavy scratch on the ground, "It's been a while, you've changed so much."

"So are you." Liu Jiayi stepped back alertly and she narrowed her eyes, "You've changed more than me, Lu Yizhan ."

"-or maybe it can no longer be called a big change, but finally revealing the true nature that has been hidden for so long, yes?"

Lu Yizhan scratched his face with some embarrassment as he let out a helpless sigh, "Maybe it does for you guys."

"Not to us." Liu Jiayi said in a cold voice, "It was to Bai Liu."

"We've only met you a few times and we don't care what face you have, only Bai Liu cares what face you have."

Lu Yizhan's face paused slightly as he looked up with a bemused expression and a very light smile, "Also."

"It is probably true that not many people in this world would care what face I am."

"- Bai Liu is indeed one of them."

A stethoscope flew from behind Liu Jiayi's ear, and Liu Jiayi dodged it with a sharp dodge.

A huge purple poisonous mist spiralled up and enveloped the entire area.

[System Alert: Player Liu Jiayi uses Personal Burst Skill (Poison Fountain)]

Liu Jiayi raced back through the fumes of a fountain of poison so thick it was like a substance, she raised her sleeve to half cover her mouth and nose and sprinted in the direction of the stands.

Bai Liu's plan was for her and Muke, two of the weaker UEs, to retreat to the classroom and stay out of the fight while he, Tang Erda, and Mu Sicheng, three of the more aggressive players, attacked Liao Ke, Lu Yizhan and Bai Jiamu, three of the UEs, as a tactic to use the underclassmen to fight the overclassmen.

She had previously informed Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng that they had come to join her, and that Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng had received Bai Liu's orders to kill Bai Jiamu's party. But the fact that Liu Jiayi had not rejoined them even now could only mean one thing.

--These two men are haunted by Bai Jiamu.

On top of that Bai Liu is missing ......

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips - in such an extremely chaotic situation, the loss of the tactician was not good, it meant that their side had no one in command and could not respond to the situation in time.

As outrageous and messy as a healing back tactician was for her at this point in time, in this moment she felt it was the best tactic that had to go!

Bai Liu must be brought back to the contact centre!

"Are you trying to get to Bai Liu?" A sturdy figure trailing a heavy sword loomed through the heavy poisonous fog, his voice clear and calm with an unfamiliar sense of oppression, "That won't do."

"It was a tough thing to be able to control your tactician, I made plans to sacrifice three of my team members to barely control him for this time, to make that sacrifice worthwhile-"

"- then Bai Liu will be able to move, at least after killing you."

Slowly the figure in the poisonous mist raised his blade with one hand, flattening it against his arm as purple smoke slashed down the sides of the blade of his raised heavy sword.

Liu Jiayi quickly reversed and retreated, she was nowhere near as strong as Lu Yizhan and she would not fight hard, but soon Liu Jiayi found her way back blocked.

The stethoscope that emerged from the smoke twisted into a ring, blocking Liu Jiayi's path, and she gritted her teeth as she watched Liao Ke walk out of the smoke, jerking her head back to the figure coming at her with a heavy sword.

The figure drew nearer and nearer, a thick purple mist of poison passing over the figure's brow and eyes, his head bowed, his expression unreadable, his left hand clenched, his right hand holding his heavy sword flat, blood oozing from his right shoulder.

--That's the unhealed muzzle of the gun that stopped Bai Liu in the last game.

" Lu Yizhan ." Liu Jiayi struggled to maintain his composure and confronted him, "What can you do if you kill me and win Bai Liu?"

"Did you have to go this far with Bai Liu, with us?"

"You're a good boy, Jiayi." Lu Yizhan's figure was light, and he raised his eyes with a lot of emotions Liu Jiayi couldn't understand, but they were deep, "But it's not a game for good kids."

"Get out of here."

The heavy sword was flat and swung at her with no effort.

Liu Jiayi's pupils shrink to a tiny dot.

A figure penetrated the fog with a speed invisible to the naked eye and raised a pair of monkey paws to block Liu Jiayi's face, letting out a hiss of pain: "Shit!"

The metal blade of the heavy sword clashed and rubbed against the dark, sharp monkey claws, sending out a blinding flash of fire as the poisonous mist was blown away by the wind brought down by the heavy sword and everything saw the light of day again.

Mu Sicheng's chest rose and fell violently, his hands grasped against the blade of the heavy sword in a deadly grip, blood gushing out from his hands along the blade, his whole body sliding backwards from the strength of the heavy sword's slash, his feet stamping out two deep footprint marks on the ground, his face a little red with pain, but still provoking with bravado and a gangly smile and raised eyebrows: "Looks like I'm just in time? "

[System Alert: Player Bai Jiamu has zero life, exit the game].

Mu Sicheng's face, hands and body were covered with the marks of Bai Jiamu's razor blade, and his clothes were all torn, but he couldn't hide his smug smile at Lu Yizhan.

"Sorry for going ahead and clearing your players out of the game while you were about to clear our side."

"......" Liu Jiayi held his forehead, " Muke has been cleared out by them."

"Shit!" Mu Sicheng asked back in shock, "When did that happen?!"

The silver bullet hit the stethoscope that was blocking Liu Jiayi's path of retreat, and the stethoscope made a crunching "bipo" sound, flung around and was retrieved by Liao Ke who was hiding somewhere.

Tang Erda, also covered in razor wounds, leaned against the wall and replied helplessly to Mu Sicheng while changing magazines, "Didn't you hear the system beep when you were fighting with Bai Jiamu?"

Lu Yizhan put away his heavy sword as he looked at Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng, who were in Liu Jiayi's way and watching him with hostility, and he scratched his head in anguish, spitting sadly, "Bai Jiamu is too much of a bad boy, isn't he? He's been cleared out so quickly? Wasn't he told to stall for at least ten minutes?"

"Then there's no way out." Lu Yizhan took a deep breath as he smiled a little, his gaze fiercely straightening as he flipped the heavy sword in his hand and gripped it heavily, "Then I'll have to top it off with a pair of three first."

"You're too arrogant ......", Mu Sicheng said, and before he could finish his retort, the next second Lu Yizhan disappeared from his spot and reappeared in front of Mu Sicheng.

Lu Yizhan swung his sword from the bottom to the top, his blade already at the throat of Mu Sicheng, who could not react at all, and Mu Sicheng looked in astonishment across the heavy sword into the eyes of Lu Yizhan, who was wielding it at his fatal point, and could not control the hair on his back.

For a moment, Mu Sicheng was unable to resist at all, completely in a trance, backing up and trembling with the heavy sword at his throat.

Those were extremely cold and dangerous eyes that completely shattered the image of the always smiling, good old tactician in Mu Sicheng's mind, and in this moment, the man with the heavy sword to his throat was not at all as gentle as Wang Shun had made him out to be.

What with the easy hands off, what with maintaining the lives of every player on the playing field, what with the safety department tactician.

It's all a sham. A man like that couldn't have such eyes.

This look is like ...... a look that only a god who ...... has already judged and put to death untold numbers of players and heretics, and after being confused in a pool of blood all over the floor, calmly finds himself and his first heart and balance again.

--It was like a look that had already tried and killed him countless times with his own hands.

The heavy sword swung up and blood spurted.

" Mu Sicheng look out!" Liu Jiayi shouted, grabbing Mu Sicheng's hair in the nick of time and dragging his head back from the heavy sword, but Mu Sicheng's right hand was still cut off.

Mu Sicheng leaned against the wall with his pupils dilated, covering his blood-spurting right hand, and looked almost shakily across at Lu Yizhan, who was instantly covered in blood.

That sword just now almost cut off his head with a single blow.

"Who the hell ...... are you?" Mu Sicheng questioned in a shaky voice.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this in the middle of a fight? " Lu Yizhan looked up, scratching his head with an innocent smile, as if he really was a high school student who didn't know what was going on.

But the uniform was now splattered with blood - Muke's, Liu Jiayi's, Mu Sicheng's, and from his own right shoulder wound.

"Let's see, I have more identities outside of the game, some people call me the Prophet, some call me the Judge against the Gods, some call me the Captain." Lu Yizhan rubbed his jaw and answered really seriously, he smiled, "But personally I prefer to be called Lu Yizhan, Mr. Lu is fine too."

"But now in the game, I should only have one identity."

Lu Yizhan drew the heavy sword embedded in the ground with one hand, the wind ruffling the ends of his bloodstained hair as he smiled gently.

"That's what you're up against."