You tell me, this is called daily youth?

"The fighting on the streets is secondary. I think there's plenty of fighting to do in the Death Arena. Besides—" Yuuki blinked and gave a sinister smile, "There's definitely more than just our group of players. We just need to wait for them to explore the way."

"Are you letting another player be the scapegoat again?"

"Haha, that's called making rational use of one's own kind. We all face the same problems. Besides, there aren't any newcomers holding us back this time. They're all smart people."

As she was smiling, Shiina Hiyori walked in. She took the water handed to her by her senior and gently placed the tablet on the table.

"I just observed the screens on the street. Some of them look like billboards. The people on them should be our opponents. I selected some for reference."

In fact, I noticed it when I was 'touring' the city. These huge screens that took up the entire wall were very eye-catching, but there were too many people, so there was no need to analyze them at the time.

The team strategy is convenient and saves a lot of effort, especially with a considerate and smart teammate like Hiyori.

Yuki nodded with satisfaction. Taking notes and eliminating targets were too tedious. It was easiest to just pick up the ready-made ones.

He picked up the tablet. The content on the big screen was simple, just a photo and a record, as well as which deathmatch the match took place in. There was nothing wrong with the photo.

There were both men and women, with all kinds of equipment and clothing, and many of them wore masks, helmets and other things to cover their faces.

"There are too many people and no characteristics. It seems that it will not be easy to find the players among them." Yuki rubbed his head. Even if acquaintances like Tyrant and Phantom Thief who had worked together came, they would not be able to be distinguished from the photos with a little disguise.

"Hey, we don't seem to have taken any photos? Didn't Abate say we should enter the information?" At this point, he remembered something.

"Maybe the problem lies with the 'seed team'? Are all players seeds? There are too many deathmatches. How long will it take to start from zero?" Hiyori gave a reasonable guess.

It should be, then it would be a waste of effort to find players from it.

Yuki was bored and found that Hiyori had already discovered the pattern and most of the people he photographed were strong men with high records and high number of matches.

There should be no players here, because all players enter together. Even if the battle starts as soon as they enter the dungeon, there won't be many battles.

"We have to find a way to get the list of seed teams. I want to know who is on it." Yuki said lightly. He had not forgotten Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's warning.

Mai, who was distributing mineral water, immediately turned around and said, "Let Hayasaka and I figure this out. Since we're entering data, we should have a computer or something. Hayasaka's hacking skills might come in handy."

"Okay, please."

Yuki is confident in the work of his senior sister. Besides her suitable abilities, the key is that she has learned the essence of "hiding". It is unlikely that she will have any bloody plot where she underestimates the enemy and rushes forward, leaving him to fight desperately to save her.

He continued to flip through the pages, discussing with Rihe as he read. Their thoughts sparked new ideas and he discovered some clues.

For example, the introductions of these warriors only mention victories, not defeats. Combining what we have seen and heard along the way, we know that the losers will die directly, so there is no such thing as failure.

As for the significance of hint 5's chance of defeat, it is still unknown, and it is most likely related to battles between players.

Yuki flipped through the photos one by one, recording the information in his head like a copier, and then his fingertips paused.

Hey, this person?

His expression changed slightly, and Hiyori, who was sitting opposite him, immediately stretched his head over to see that the picture showed a sturdy man with short, needle-like hair and a ferocious face.

"Mr. Yuki, do you know him?" Hiyori didn't think this person was any different from the previous ones, but she knew that Yuki had a special ability, just like he recognized her at the first sight.

"I don't know him, but I can't mistake his features." Yuki narrowed his eyes and studied the photo again and again. "Look carefully at his eyes."

Hiyori had already seen that those eyes were indeed different from those of ordinary people. In addition to being fierce and violent, his eyeballs were black and his pupils were silver.

This is very strange, but the previous photos also show people with horns on their heads and sores all over their bodies, which makes it not so strange.

These eyes should belong to the Wu clan in "Kengan Ashura", but I don't know this person.

Yuki is not an encyclopedia of the two-dimensional world, so it is normal not to know him. Take a closer look at this person's information.

Codename Majin? This title is too common. As long as Buu is not added at the end, it will be fine. Judging from the number of victories, he is probably not a player.

The number of matches is the best way to judge the identity of the players. Yuki himself has not officially started the plot, so the other players must be similar.

"But this isn't the set of Kengan Ashura, so why are the Wu clan here?"

He thought about it carefully and found that this was not a problem, because he had seen tyrants, witches, smokers, lickers, etc. in Bloodthirsty Red Moon. Their abilities were different, but their appearances were similar.

However, the later enemies were a bit abstract, and only the shadow of some monster could be seen.

"I thought the reincarnation game had forgotten this setting, but this is a human being, different from those zombies. At least he should be a small boss." Yuki tapped the screen lightly and put him in the list first.

He didn't see any familiar faces in the other pictures. Even if there were, it would be difficult to distinguish them among the crowd of muscular brothers. After looking at them so many times, he even felt a little face-blind. He finally understood why the players were not on the big screen.

The style of the painting is different. Can you imagine Mai Sakurajima or Ai Hayasaka showing off their muscles in a vest? Or Hiyori Shiina wearing heavy armor and roaring with an axe?

"Hiyori, how many did you filter out?"

Shiina Hiyori was also screening. She didn't have Yuuki's "foresight", but she looked more carefully and held the tablet upright.

"I did pick out one person, uh, I noted down the order of the photos when I was touring the city, and this person seemed to have suddenly been inserted into the middle."

Wow, you are really meticulous. You memorized the order of dozens of photos, and when you look at them a second time, you can actually find the differences.

Yuki was also convinced. What does a professional mean? This observation ability itself is an extraordinary skill.

"Look, this is the man."

Looking at the photo, there was a bald man with dark skin, strong muscles, wearing a blood-red fang mask, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty pleasure.

Another muscular guy?

Yuki is almost immune to this kind of appearance. He hasn't even fought a single match, but seventeen victories means he's probably not a player, just a code name...

Yuki's pupils shrank slightly and he recited it softly.

"Adam."

......

boom!

The huge arena shook when he stepped on it, raising a huge wind blade that split the incoming purple laser into two.

A huge figure was advancing, stepping on the tattered corpses with bare feet, and moving forward step by step against the beam of light, with white smoke billowing from his crossed fists, slowly, heavily and uncontrollably.

Opposite the figure, a silver-white mecha over two meters tall raised its hands, and purple lasers were emitted from its palms.

At maximum power, the high heat caused the surface of the mecha to show signs of melting. Its legs were slowly retreating, and it bent down as if under tremendous pressure, and the module behind it suddenly disintegrated.

Boo hoo hoo...

A miniature missile was fired, it looked the size of an arm, but the power of the explosion was enormous. Mushroom clouds rose up, and while bombing, the beam of light finally penetrated the defense.

boom--

An orange-red fireball enveloped the arena, with flames mixed with arcs of electricity raging. Various sensors were scanning, but the signals fluctuated due to excessive energy noise.

how?

The mecha leaned forward, and the next moment, two lightsabers suddenly extended from its palms. Its knees bent, and the jets behind it started up, but a dark hand was faster and pressed down on his head.

Swish.

Two bright sword marks were left in the air, and the lightsaber pierced into the arm, cutting flesh and blood everywhere, but it did not cut it in two.

beep.

The alarm inside the helmet sounded shrilly, and nothing could be seen on the screen. The operator only felt himself flying up, being tightly grasped by that arm, and slammed to the ground.

boom--

This explosion was more violent than the previous one. The dark arena was almost shattered. A humanoid beast with flames all over its body appeared in the dust and madly threw the warriors back and forth.

boom! boom! boom!

Each load became heavier than the last. The silver-white armor was covered with cracks and gradually shattered into pieces, revealing a handsome blond man among them with dull eyes and a confused face.

The sturdy man stretched out his hand, held the man's little chicken in front of his eyes, and sprayed the hot steam in his mouth on his face.

"Pure White Warrior, is this all the strength you can get?"

The two men's faces were less than a centimeter apart. The blond man with blood all over his face was gasping for breath. Looking at the hideous and terrifying face in front of him, he instinctively moved his body, trying to escape from the clutches of the devil.

"Adam...let me go."

"Your last words were begging for mercy? You disappoint me so much. This good equipment is wasted." Adam shook his head contemptuously, released his hand and let the man fall to the ground. He lowered his eyes and watched him crawl away like a dog.

"To become a player is to pursue power, and every step to the top is built with the bones of one's own kind, so my answer is—"

He stepped forward, caught up with the young man in two or three steps, and stepped hard on the young man's back.

"No!"

Paji.

He climbed so hard that a circular hole several meters in size was trampled out on the hard ground, just like someone had thrown a tomato on the ground. The young man was crushed on the spot, and the spurting blood splattered hundreds of meters away.

Chun opened his eyes a little, wiped his cheek with his hand, and looked down, only to see blood spurting towards him.

There was a sea of ​​fire before his eyes, and the huge arena was full of holes. A man in heavy black armor roared to the sky, and what responded to him was a thunderous cheer.

"Adam!"

"Adam!"

Crazy and joyful, this was a feast of killing. The entire player team was slaughtered by Adam, and it was wishful thinking to piece together a complete corpse.

Chun turned around and glanced at her companion in a white windbreaker. Her lips moved slightly, but she didn't know what to say. The two of them just watched the whole process without taking any action.

"That monster seems to be quite suitable for this dungeon. I've been very excited from the beginning." The young man in white forced a smile.

"You're just overexcited, Officer Shiratori," Tsubaki corrected. Seeing Adam waving to everyone around him, she couldn't say anything.

After receiving the game prompt, the monster did not delay for a second. It first had a conflict with the guide and said that it wanted to go to the nearest death arena. Naturally, the guide refused because the venue for each seed had already been allocated.

Chun immediately realized that there was something wrong. Could it be that each death arena was home to a team of players? While she was still analyzing the situation, the monster Adam killed the guide.

That’s right, he killed the cult guide who occupied a whole clue 3!

Chun and Shiratori were stunned on the spot. How could they complete a game like this? This cult was obviously the managers of the dungeon. Aren't they afraid of being hunted by the entire dungeon?

Well, Adam was indeed not afraid, because he took them hostage and went straight to this Deathmatch Arena No. VIII, where he fought seventeen games in a row and then crushed the player team assigned here.

A pure white warrior, an extraordinary player, and quite famous on the forum, but he ended up killing an entire team by himself?

Chun covered her face. This was also a core figure in a large organization. No wonder Lord Huang Guang always said that Adam was a double-edged sword.

He must have the ability to predict the future, so it won’t be difficult to find the real culprit and clean up the mess.

"By the way, what's going on with this cult? Adam killed one of their people, and yet he hasn't been punished?" Tsubaki had been preparing for a fight. But let alone a fight, the cult hadn't even asked for an explanation. And then there were the fanatical deathmatch crowds...

Adam, who rebelled at the beginning, became a hero???

"Forget about plotting while you're with this monster. If the sky falls, he'll be the one to bear it anyway." Officer Shiratori sighed nonchalantly, "Our luck is just too bad. Including those lunatics, the Future Diary records four instances simultaneously. Why do we have to be with him?"

The organization's mission is to find the negotiator and find out the next stage of intelligence, which will benefit everyone. However, this monster doesn't look like a negotiator at all. His fists are much faster than his brain.

If that 'Taiyi' really existed, wouldn't the two of them be implicated?

"It's more dangerous to follow those lunatics. At least Adam won't attack us." Chun forced herself to find an excuse and muttered, "It's okay if we can't talk about silencing him. We just lose information, but no one can kill him faster than Adam. I'm most afraid that if we fight, he'll get away again."

"That's true, but the combined probability of the four copies is less than 20%. We won't be so unlucky." Bai Niao rubbed his forehead.

"No, he's here. I've already extended the invitation."

The dull voice startled the two of them and they turned around hurriedly, especially Chun. Her squinty eyes looked big and round every time she saw Adam, as if she had undergone cosmetic surgery.

"intuition?"

"It's a firm belief in the bonds of fate, a resonance between the strong." Adam's body was still covered in flames, and tiny cracks appeared on his armor. He reached out and patted Bai Niao on the shoulder, and the latter was almost patted into the ground like a nail.

"I'm very satisfied with your story mission. It was so comfortable last time, and that was 'No One Survives'."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Shiratori quickly pulled herself out of the ground and patted her dusty clothes. "Want to take a break?"

"No, keep fighting. That pure white warrior is just a name. He's not using the full power of that item. He panics when he gets hit, and when he panics, he wants to run. He's not as powerful as these plot characters."

You also know how precious that mecha is!

The two of them were angry when they heard this. This kind of technological props also existed in 'Zhou', such as the handless one that Yuki had encountered before, but one hand was simply not comparable to a full-scale mecha.

A secret-level equipment was dismantled, but the two of them couldn't blame anyone because it was easier for Adam to dismantle himself.

"But you're injured."

"hurt?"

Adam looked down at his body. The missile had shattered his armor, the laser had penetrated the shield fixed on his hand, and a big hole was torn in his abdomen. Oh, the last one was pierced by the character in the previous scene and was used by that bastard.

He stretched out his big hand, dug around inside, pulled out a few shrapnel, and finally pinched the bloody hole shut like plasticine. This series of actions made Chun and Shiratori grimace in disbelief.

After finishing, he picked up a giant battle axe that was bigger than a man and carried it on his shoulders. He walked off the ring amid cheers.

"Hahaha, wounds and pain are the most wonderful candies."