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In the monitoring room, a referee surnamed Li sat in front of the control panel, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He can no longer contact Bai Xiuzhe.

The communication array did not respond, and the life signal indicator remained dark for almost twenty minutes.

The energy fluctuations of the white jade amulet worn by Young Master Xiuze also completely disappeared twenty minutes ago.

This represents two things.

The protective magic item has been used.

The person is most likely gone.

"Brother Li, they're urging us from outside. The video has been cut off for almost an hour. The audience and representatives from various military regions are putting pressure on us. If it's not restored soon, the organizing committee won't be able to handle it." The technician wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

The referee, surnamed Li, gripped the communicator so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He's now in a difficult situation.

The screen remains black; those outside will investigate sooner or later.

Duan Hongyuan was sitting in the VIP section. If that old man came over to adjust the footage himself, even he, the mole, would be exposed.

Restore the screen?

What if Young Master Xiuze really...

"recover!"

The referee, surnamed Li, gritted his teeth.

He still harbored a sliver of hope.

He possesses the seventh level of Martial Venerable, along with an SS-grade sword, the Blood Burning Technique, and a Martial Saint protective magic weapon.

Even if you can't win, you can always run away, right?

Perhaps when the footage is restored, what we'll see is Young Master Xiu Ze returning in triumph with Lin Feng's head.

Maybe.

"Connect to the Hundred Poison Valley area."

The technician performed a few operations.

Three seconds later.

Outside the restricted area, the giant light screen, which had been black for nearly an hour, suddenly lit up.

The eyes of thousands of people in the audience turned to it simultaneously.

The image quality is very high.

The first thing you see is the ground littered with charred giant wolf carcasses, lying haphazardly across the entire valley floor, densely packed like a battlefield that has been plowed through.

The second thing I saw was a wisp of smoke rising from the center of the valley.

Five men from the Northern Military District sat together around the campfire.

Some were grilling meat, while others were taking a nap.

The atmosphere was ridiculously relaxed.

The screen then moves to the right.

A half-dead old locust tree.

A corpse was hanging from a tree branch.

The white combat uniform with gold trim was already mostly soaked in blood.

The corpse's head was drooping, and there was a charred hole the size of a bowl on its neck.

Bai Xiuzhe.

The number one genius of the Bai family's direct line.

Hanging from the tree, it looked like a dried salted fish.

There was complete silence.

Thousands of people simultaneously lost their voices, even their breathing became soft.

In the VIP section.

The teacup in Bai Yong's hand shattered.

He didn't crush it; he spilled tea all over himself, but didn't wipe it off.

The butler stood to the side, his face even more unpleasant than Bai Yong's.

"master......"

Bai Yong ignored him.

He stared at the corpse hanging from a tree branch on the screen for a full ten seconds.

Then he stood up.

Several representatives from prominent families around them instinctively shrank back.

Although Bai Yong did not release his aura outwards, everyone present felt that the air had become thinner.

"Chief Referee!"

Bai Yong's voice was hoarse, but he pronounced each word with great emphasis.

On the referee's stand, the chief referee, wearing the white family crest, stood up trembling.

He saw the image too, and was completely disoriented.

"The Northern Team has killed another participant within the restricted area! This is a serious violation! I hereby declare..."

"Shut up."

Two words.

It wasn't Bai Yong who said that.

Duan Hongyuan placed the teacup on the table and slowly stood up.

Emperor Wu did not deliberately release his aura, but as soon as he spoke, all the sounds in the square were suppressed.

"What is the original wording of Rule 7, the rule for restricted areas?"

Duan Hongyuan glanced at the chief referee.

"'Within the restricted area, there is no safe zone; life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate.' These are the words you uttered half an hour ago."

The referee opened his mouth slightly.

"You set the rules. No safe zone means that if someone dies in the restricted area, it's considered normal elimination." Duan Hongyuan took a step forward. "What's the difference between Bai Xiuzhe dying in the restricted area and dying in the mouth of a monster?"

The chief referee dared not respond.

Duan Hongyuan turned and glanced at Bai Yong.

"Brother Bai, you were the one who came up with the rules. The decision not to set up a safe zone was personally approved by you at the pre-match preparation meeting."

Bai Yong's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He did indeed propose this rule.

At the time, he thought that if no safe zone was set up, Bai Xiuzhe could openly kill Lin Feng in the restricted area, and no one would be able to find out if he died.

The results of it.

They lifted a stone only to drop it on their own foot.

Duan Hongyuan stopped chasing after him and sat back down, picking up his teacup and taking another sip.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it.

"The attempt to steal a chicken backfired spectacularly; the Bai family really lost big time on this deal."

Bai Yong's temples throbbed several times.

He's lived for over seventy years and has seen it all.

But in front of thousands of people, he was mocked and ridiculed, and his own grandson was hung from a tree like a dead dog.

Embarrassing.

I left it at home.

Song Zhenkun sat on the other side without saying a word.

He looked at Bai Xiuzhe's corpse on the screen, then at Lin Feng sitting by the campfire eating meat, and shrank back.

Fortunately.

I'm so glad.

Fortunately, the East Naval District didn't send anyone to provoke that madman this time.

On the light screen, the leaderboard was still displaying scores.

Northern Military District: 156800.

Beijing Team: 91200.

A leading position with a significant disparity.

The discussion in the square went from subdued to boiling over.

"Lin Feng killed Bai Xiuzhe? The number one person under 25 years old was killed by an 18-year-old lieutenant?"

"Look at where that corpse is hanging. Was it deliberately hung from the tree? That's fucking an insult."

"The Northern Military District is about to turn things upside down."

"Is this all the Bai family has? How much resources did they spend to create this genius?"

Bai Yong suddenly turned around, flicked his sleeves, and strode towards the VIP passage.

The butler jogged to catch up.

"Sir, where are you going?"

Bai Yong did not stop.

"Return to the capital."

His voice was very low, squeezed out from his throat.

"Notify the family to activate the top-level contingency plan."

The butler paused for a moment.

Number one in the top tier.

That was the Bai family's highest-level emergency plan.

The last time it was activated was thirty years ago when the Bai family clashed with the Northern Border military.

"Sir, the 'Heavenly' designation means..."

"I know what it means."

Bai Yong's figure disappeared at the end of the passage.

In the square, Duan Hongyuan leaned back in his chair and finished the last sip of tea in his cup.

He looked in the direction Bai Yong had left and sighed.

"That kid's causing me trouble again."

He sighed and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

The rhythm is quite brisk.

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