Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Of the thirty teams in this match, Yi Zanglan and Ling Ye worked together to eliminate seven. Except for special cases, they had basically encountered all of them before and wiped them out.

Yi Zanglan had just suffered a minor hand injury, and Ling Ye tore off the hem of his shirt jacket to give her a simple bandage.

She didn't stop walking, but after walking a short distance, she seemed to remember something and turned to look at him with great interest.

"It seems like it's been a while since I've seen you wear a layered top. Have you completely given up on that style?"

"Didn't you say they weren't practical?" Ling Ye held her hand earnestly and replied casually, "I'm planning to throw away those few items in the closet."

"Hey, don't throw it away. You can wear it to a party to show everyone. It actually looks pretty cool."

"real?"

"Really, after all, your looks and physique are valuable assets to our team, so you should take good care of them."

Ling Ye paused noticeably: "Okay, I'll buy a couple more later. If you have time, could you help me pick some out?"

"I will bring along Yunxi with her maximalist aesthetic, Zhaozhao with her minimalist aesthetic, Mingyue with her leisure aesthetic, Susu with her home aesthetic, Xiaoying with her functional aesthetic, and Jiangling with her runway aesthetic, as a reference group to help you choose."

"...Thank you so much, Captain."

The two chatted about these trivial matters, which temporarily eased the tension brought about by the competition and served as a temporary rest.

Until the two vaguely heard a fierce fighting sound coming from around the corner of the maze ahead, it seemed that a conflict was taking place between some groups.

In less than half a minute, the sounds of hacking and slashing gradually subsided, but the wails of some players lingered, as if they were suffering great pain, sending chills down one's spine.

Yi Zanglan pressed the folding fan against Ling Ye's chest and pushed him back two steps. The two stood at the crossroads and happened to come face to face with each other.

……

The two players lay dead on the spot, their hands and feet broken, their heads and necks connected only by a few tendons and skin, their faces and bodies covered in bloodstains. The cruelty of their deaths made it hard to believe that this was just a captain's match; it seemed as if they had been deliberately tortured and killed for amusement.

A young man with dyed blond hair, holding a three-edged dagger, viciously stabbed the corpse in the chest, cutting downwards to expose its internal organs to the air.

He turned around at the sound of footsteps. His slightly long bangs covered half of his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a twisted smile that was both innocent and cruel.

"Hehe~ Boss, two more people have come to their deaths."

The woman, who was originally facing away from Yi Zanglan, turned around upon hearing this and gave him a cold glance.

She wore a black leather jacket and had fiery red curly hair. Her features were deep and sharp, yet she possessed a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes, which gave her a blend of seven parts heroic spirit and three parts charm, perfectly balancing her handsome face.

She held a jet-black folding fan in her hand, the same model as Yi Zanglan's. The fan was half-open, and blood was dripping steadily from the fan ribs.

The two looked at each other.

"This is Yin Canglang." Ling Ye leaned close to Yi Canglan's ear and whispered, "The captain of the Lang Tao Sha team. If I remember correctly, the one next to him is called Sheng Xiao, nicknamed The Ripper."

The first and second place teams currently ranked in the South Division standings have now met.

Yi Zanglan responded with an "Oh," and greeted them in a calm and polite manner: "Gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you both. Shall we begin right away?"

"Otherwise what? Do you expect me to wait for you to write your will?" Sheng Xiao's smile grew even brighter, his expression extremely arrogant. "Hey, you surnamed Ling, I remember when the boss wanted to recruit you into the team, you didn't know what was good for you. Now you've switched teams, and aren't you still our defeated opponent?"

Ling Ye glanced at him, clearly too lazy to waste any more words: "If you're so capable, win the last game before you try to show off your power with me."

"Fine, then let me see what kind of master you've found—I'll take care of her first, then I'll take care of you."

Sheng Xiao wiped the blood off the triangular dagger with his sleeve. He kicked aside the corpse blocking his way and was about to step forward when Yin Canglang stopped him.

Yin Canglang snapped his folding fan shut and slammed it down on his forehead: "Get lost, don't get in my way!"

Blood streamed down Sheng Xiao's forehead and cheek, the crimson blood contrasting sharply with his very light blond hair, making him look even more eerie.

"Hey boss, if you wanted to do it yourself, you should have told me sooner!"

He wasn't angry at all; he was still smiling and obediently stepped back.

Yin Canglang turned his gaze back to Yi Zanglan's face. She stared at the woman in front of her, seemingly in disbelief, carefully confirming the situation again and again.

...After a long while, her eyes suddenly lit up, but she subconsciously gripped the folding fan tightly in her hand, trying to control her emotions that were about to burst forth.

It was an extremely complex emotion, a mixture of anger and ecstasy, regret and resentment, hatred and resentment, which even the most exquisite language could not fully describe.

Her voice trembled, and she almost asked through gritted teeth.

"Is that you, Wuqi?"

"..."

Yi Zanglan was initially puzzled as to why this person kept staring at her, but upon hearing this address, her expression suddenly changed.

She looked up and examined Yin Canglang carefully again. The more she looked, the less she could believe it. This was a rare moment when she doubted her own judgment.

However, in this world, there is only one person who would call her Wuqi.

"...Ah Lang?"

Having finally received a definite answer, Yin Canglang's pupils constricted sharply. She gasped for breath for a moment, then suddenly burst into nervous laughter.

"It's you? It really is you?! Ten years! I've waited ten years, and I actually met you here! Hahahaha! I've been praying to the Misfortune System day and night, it seems that people aren't always unlucky, there's always a time when their wishes come true!"

"..."

Yi Zanglan remained silent for a long time. She seemed to feel that fate was playing tricks on her, and shook her head with a bitter smile.

"Yes, that's life; who can predict what will happen?"

Yin Canglang's smile faded. She slowly stepped forward and, standing just inches away, stared intently at Yi Canglan.

She asked softly, "So, do you want to see me? I'm not the same person I was back then, it's normal that you don't recognize me, or... no matter what I become, forgetting is forgetting, you don't want to remember at all, right?"

Yi Zanglan sighed, but answered decisively, "Yes, I don't want to remember at all. What's the point of keeping the memories now that I'm gone?"

"Every memory has meaning! You think it has no meaning because you don't care! We've shared life and death, accompanied each other for so many years, and you didn't care at all!" Yin Canglang raised his voice angrily, "You were the person I cared about most back then. I thought we would be partners for life, but you went to great lengths, determined from the very beginning to abandon me!"

"What do you mean by abandoning me? If possible, I'd like to take you with me." Yi Zanglan's lips curled into a helpless smile, tinged with self-mockery. "But can you even leave? Do you really think I should be trapped there, living as Raven's killing machine, never free except in death, is that it?"

"..."

"Ah Lang, we are different. After all, the leader is your father, and you will inherit Raven in the future."

"But I am not included in everything you inherited."