You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Chapter 6: Reverse Strategy (K)

There were no cheers, nor fierce battle cries.

In addition to Hiyori's reminder, Yuuki also implemented his usual philosophy:

Killing does not need to be bloody and heroic, but it should be as efficient as possible.

He is not an actor, so why make it so earth-shattering and make people's adrenaline surge? He didn't even do much.

The dark realm unfolded, Hayasaka sounded the death knell, and it was over in seconds.

There were three steps in total, and the efficiency was so high that it was hard to recover from the shock, but the effect was outstanding. In these few seconds, tens of thousands of people were stunned.

It wasn't that they were scared, as there were strong men who had smashed the entire arena to pieces. It was just that everyone was confused. No one knew what had just happened, or even who had done it.

Hiwa's idea is correct.

Yuki breathed a sigh of relief. To implement an idea, one needs an environment. With the fanatical atmosphere just now, he would just become a fool. No matter how many people there were or how many battles there were, his mind would be filled with the desire to fight.

Fight to the end and kill them all.

And then, amid cheers, it burned like a raging fire and finally burned out?

Also, was that an illusion? Why was the soul energy replenishment so weak, inconsistent with their strength?

"I like this quietness. These people were too noisy just now." Yuki slowly sheathed his sword and turned his head to look at Abate. "When does the next game start?"

It can happen at any time. When the waiting soldiers get excited, they will immediately challenge. Then, even if the challenged are exhausted, they will never retreat in this fanatical atmosphere.

Fight, kill, cheer, until you crush the cycle or die here.

Abate really wanted to answer like this, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Even if Yuki split the entire death arena in half with one sword, it wouldn't be so painful. In the end, he didn't see anything and the enemy evaporated.

It's like watching some action movies, the pants are taken off, and then the screen goes black. When you come to your senses, the teacher is already glaring and panting.

It was indeed ejaculated, and the male actor seemed very strong, but what I enjoyed was the process of learning the posture.

"It's really strange. Everyone is eager to show off their strength to win cheers, but this person doesn't show it at all, but he is really fast."

Abate licked his lips and was about to answer when he heard a roar in the distance.

"I come!"

Following the sound, a tower-like figure was seen standing at the second entrance, which immediately made the death arena noisy again.

"Yes, he was killed by a piece of iron."

"This bastard made it so that we couldn't see anything!"

"Tear him apart and smear his blood all over the sacred arena!"

The atmosphere became frenzied again. It was obvious that the audience was very dissatisfied. They came to see a bloody battle, not to see a black egg appear and then shatter, which was not very entertaining.

It's definitely a coincidence. If you play like this, there's nothing to watch.

"It looks like a one-on-one duel. Are you willing to accept the challenge?" Abate asked. He also wanted to see the man's strength, otherwise how would he report back?

Describe how round the 'egg' is?

This situation was within Yuki's expectations. He glanced at the giant who was at least three meters tall and could feel that this man was one level stronger than the previous bloody twins.

Since Rihe's method is effective, I don't mind adding another experimental group.

"Accept the challenge."

After stomping his feet three times, a faint light emerged on Yuuki's body. After everyone's attention was focused on him and Hayasaka Ai, the senior sister had been completely forgotten.

[Light-Covering Ritual] is activated, reducing the cooldown period by 100%.

The master-level auxiliary skill immediately put the Night Domain, which originally had a two-hour cooldown, into a state of readiness. Yuki walked back to the ring holding the knife.

Boom! !

A huge shield was stuck in the ground, and the powerful force made the soles of his feet tremble slightly. The giant shouted wildly and fought fiercely, with a metallic luster all over his body, just like an iron man.

"Come on, I'll let you fight for five minutes first!"

He was filled with fighting spirit and desire to show off, intending to tear apart the strange disguise and enjoy the glory of victory.

"If one time doesn't make the difference, we have to try again."

Yuuki remained calm and keenly felt the change in the feeling of being the center of attention.

It was not as frenzied, but rather filled with anticipation, and at least much quieter than before.

Tens of thousands of eyes were staring at Yuki, wanting to see what abilities this guy had and whether he was worthy of everyone's cheers.

See him draw his sword, see him take a step forward to charge, see him cross half the field, see a black 'egg' unfold.

Everyone's expression instantly became wonderful.

Huh? Again!?

......

It still tasted the same, but it took a few minutes longer. This time the darkness field lasted for about half an hour. After it collapsed, there was only one person left on the ring.

Half of the iron block, known for its defensive power, was blown to pieces, leaving behind it a circular pit several meters in size. The black-haired young man was walking back, slowly putting away his long sword.

There was silence, and everyone was confused and at a loss.

Cheers to the victors? He didn't see anything, so he couldn't get excited.

There was no such thing as blood boiling or screaming.

He simply expanded his domain and then used all his strength to kill the enemy in the shortest time possible.

It was fast, but not exciting at all. Everyone came here to watch the fight, and it was designed to mess with people's mentality, right?

"It's confirmed. Once the view is blocked, the audience won't be able to fan the flames, and I won't be disturbed by the fanaticism."

"Two consecutive fights have been like this. Before they digest it, no one should challenge me. I can have a chance to catch my breath."

"And the soul energy of this iron block is equally weak, no match for his strength."

Yuki nodded with satisfaction. This solution was correct. As for what kind of subsequent impact it would have, he would think about it slowly.

Is it only the unknown that can curb the craze for killing?

A word flashed through Yuuki's mind. He ignored all the complicated looks and connected the spirit particle communicator: "While I was fighting, what did you find?"

"Yes, the fight ended in the seventh minute, and the light curtain at the edge of the ring disappeared." Hayasaka Ai has been staring. She doesn't have Hiyori's observation skills, but she is not blind.

"That is, the enemy dies and the fight to the death ends. Then I stay and there is no host to interfere. Is this because of the sacredness of the arena?" Yuki's eyes flashed as he collected another clue.

Keeping it in mind, he walked out of the ring for the second time and was met with Abate, who had a troubled look on his face.

"You, you..." The man's face wrinkled into a ball, and it took him a long time to utter a few words: "This is against the rules."

Rules? Not rules?

"The rule is to win, not to perform." Yuki memorized this word and spoke faster. "If it's a performance, why not fix the match? Just tell me whether I won or not, and whether I was strong or not."

Of course he won. Judging by the iron block, this guy is indeed very strong.

The result was obvious, but Abate scratched his head and couldn't say the word "congratulations". Something was wrong.

"If everyone fights like this, what's the point of the Death Arena? Isn't the point of fighting for cheers and glory?"

Abate's mind was in a mess, as if he had encountered some incomprehensible bug, and his mumbling made Yuki think deeply.

Among the six tips in the game, there is not a single word about "cheers" or "glory", proving that this phenomenon is a rule that comes with the copy, a bit like the rally in Yaduo Town.

Yuki didn't know the consequences of doing this, but before conquering the dungeon, he had to ensure his own safety.

Thinking of this, Yuki deliberately asked: "When does the next game start?"

"Probably not in the short term. Everyone needs to adapt to your style and then see if anyone is interested in you." Abate replied reluctantly.

This is it.

Yuuki quietly clenched his fist and launched the Dark Domain, not only to resist the spiritual erosion, but also to expand his plan:

He wanted to reduce the frequency of battles, and Abate repeatedly mentioned "interest", so he started with what he saw and heard.

The people here are not afraid of death and failure. Instead, they enjoy the process of fighting under the attention of the public. They are like masochists. The more vicious you are, the more excited they are.

Your own blood, the blood of the enemy, the fighting is accompanied by fanaticism, that kind of passion makes people full of power. To deal with such people, you have to burn Boruto for them.

Yuki suppressed his excitement and asked in a cold voice: "Since there is nothing, take me to the lounge."

"Turn left and go to the first room. I need to consult the higher-ups to see if this is considered breaking the rules." Abate turned around and left impatiently, but was stopped by Yuki halfway through.

"Now can you tell me what a warrior is?"

......

In the spacious lounge, Yuki was lying on the sofa alone, shaking his legs.

"Those who fight in the Death Arena are collectively known as Warriors. Under the cheers and witnesses of the audience, those who defeat all opponents will be promoted to Warriors."

"There are eight death arenas in this city, and each one has only one warrior, who is the strongest person selected."

"Eight warriors fight again to compete for the final championship. This plot is really simple and crude."

After being in the dungeon for most of the day, Yuki finally understood the plot of "Blood Disaster". How should I put it, on the surface, it doesn't have so many twists and turns, it seems very direct.

Just kill to the end and make others convinced. If Yuki had followed the plot just now, there would be no need to use the Night Domain.

In that fanatical atmosphere, standing on the ring, killing one by one, either burning himself out or killing all the challengers, with blood surging and murderous intent boiling, a man will fight to the end with real swords and guns.

"But I'm not a hot-blooded reckless man." Yuki smiled slightly self-deprecatingly. If he had been hot-blooded, he would have died long ago. How could he describe his experience over the past month?

Those who are stronger than me cannot outwit me. Those who are more cunning than me cannot defeat me.

"I always feel that you are not ashamed of it, but proud of it." Hayasaka complained from the side. She had a ponytail, wore a black windbreaker, and had a huge revolver and a thick-backed machete on her waist. She looked like a female killer.

dong dong dong.

There was a slight sound of short-heeled leather boots, and a cup of hot coffee was brought to him.

"Hayasaka, I feel like I can't think without your coffee."

"You said the same thing to Senior, but you replaced coffee with tea."

"Ah? When did I say that?" Even though Yuki was thick-skinned, he couldn't raise his head for a moment. When he heard the laughter beside him, he realized that he had been fooled again.

Glancing at the girl next to me, she looked extremely capable in her pantyhose and black windbreaker, and with her serious expression, she was undoubtedly an elite player.

"But the maid uniform is more pleasing to the eye."

"How about I change it back?" Hayasaka asked tentatively.

"Forget it, your clothes and murderous aura always remind me of another maid." Yuki complained, picturing the image of a maid from another work in his mind.

Snapped.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white hand slapped his shoulder heavily.

"Do you know any other maids?"

The fatal question seemed to have touched Hayasaka Ai's bottom line. Yuki immediately transformed himself into the French Plain White Flag and raised his hands high.

"Of course I don't know him, I just made a casual comment."

"Really?"

"Except for the reincarnation game, there's no other maid in the world so murderous. I don't stand a chance in a dungeon," Yuuki explained quickly, his face sulking. "We're in the dungeon, so be serious."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Hayasaka still had some doubts, but she regained her indifferent tone and said, "This story mission looks simple on the surface. It just means you keep fighting and competing for the championship."

"But it wasn't simple at all. The atmosphere was wrong and it went against tip six."

[Tip 6: Fighting and blood are glory, but also poison]

Yuki has already felt the power of the poison. The mindless boiling of blood will only make his blood vessels explode, and he always feels that there is something wrong with continuing to fight like this.

"From the battle just now, it seems these characters are pursuing the glory of fighting to the death. Even if they are defeated and die, they have no regrets."

"So you're taking a different approach?"

"To be precise, it's the opposite. I hate fighting without thinking." Yuuki swung his coffee cup and narrowed his eyes. "Abbate's reaction is very interesting. It's a bit like I solved the problem, but the way I solved it was not accepted."

"Are you talking about that cult that wants players to fight fanatically?" Hayasaka Ai also realized that the atmosphere was wrong.

"That should be the case. The hint clearly states that they are the organizers." Yuki and Hayasaka looked at each other and saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes.