You tell me, this is called daily youth?

Chapter 4: Warriors' Battle (K)

Unlike the church in Yaduo Town, which appears to be holy on the surface but indulges desires in secret, Blood Disaster clearly tells all players from the game prompts to what they see and hear:

Killing and glory, blood and death.

This is the core of the dungeon. No matter what the content of the ritual and the final secret are, as long as you choose to participate in the plot, you will never be able to avoid it.

Then just keep killing. The seniors don’t even need to put in any effort. Just keep killing and you’ll get the answer.

Then let's erase the glory. The people here crave glory, but I won't give it to them, which in turn speeds up the plot.

Yuki stood at the entrance of the dim passage, watching the exciting fighting scene on the ring.

This was a huge melee, with six warriors fighting randomly and madly turning their weapons on their own kind.

There was no mercy, and no one retreated until the opponent's body was torn to pieces, even though the Bull Demon's power was overwhelming.

Standing under the ring, Yuki had to admit that this kind of death fight was full of bloody beauty. There was no need for any conspiracy or trickery. A real man would punch hard and show his strongest side, and finally win or die in the deafening cheers.

Scars are the medal of a warrior; blood is the fate of a soldier.

"I suddenly feel a little embarrassed for you." Hayasaka Ai said suddenly, and she somewhat understood why the man next to her was disliked.

"As a professional player, our primary goal is to conquer the game, not to put on a show." Yuki rolled his eyes and looked ahead coldly, "We're not here to watch the show either. What did we gain?"

"Yes, they are very disciplined. They said it was a chaotic fight, but they really fought one-on-one. If the remaining five warriors unite, they might be able to cause damage to the Bull Demon."

Yuki nodded slightly. He also realized that, just as he had summarized before, the people here were extremely upright.

"Any more?"

"Secondly, these people, besides refusing to admit defeat, seem unable to tolerate not being able to fight." Hayasaka Ai gently tapped her cheek with her fingers and pointed at a knocked-out soldier. "Look, he's burning himself."

Can't be captured? That would make it difficult to extract intelligence from them, and I don't have any control skills, so how can I verify my hypothesis?

Yuki's eyes flickered, and when he came to his senses, only Niu Mo and another warrior were left on the ring, and the warrior's choice made his pupils shrink slightly.

There was a huge gap in strength between the two men, but just like what had been seen before, the warrior did not hesitate to burn with blood flames and rushed forward with a life-threatening momentum.

The Bull Demon was obviously very familiar with this desperate fighting style, so he defended with all his might. Within two minutes, the warrior himself was burned to ashes, turning into a pile of pale bones.

"It's confirmed, these lunatics can't be dealt with by common sense." Yuki covered his forehead in pain.

He originally wanted to use his strength to bully the weak and use his overwhelming power to try to figure out how to end the fatal fight, but these people started to burn themselves out right from the start and didn't give him any chance at all.

"Judging from the blood flames, there's no difference between the soldiers and the civilians. It seems your plan to slowly torture a civilian has failed." Hayasaka Ai knew exactly what Yuuki was thinking and sighed, "It's a pity we don't have any control skills, like freezing the enemy into ice sculptures."

Frozen? Hey, who said there is no such thing?

Yuki suddenly thought of a certain young lady and was about to make plans when he was interrupted by enthusiastic cheers.

"The winner—" the cult host drew out his words, pointing to the fighters at the edge of the ring.

"Bull Demon!!"

“Bull Demon!!!”

There was a roar from the mountains and spit flying everywhere, and the raised hands looked like a dense patch of seaweed.

This voice made Yuki's scalp tingle, and he actually felt a bit of longing. He quickly drank some quiet dew to calm himself down.

Cult members in black suits walked onto the ring, dragged the body away, and then the pitted ring repaired itself.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's your turn." Abate urged from the side.

"He doesn't rest?"

"Take care of yourself more."

Row.

Yuki didn't waste any words and took a step forward, stepping out of the dark passage into the suddenly bright death arena. The moment his foot landed, a feeling of horror surged in his heart.

Just as if it was rehearsed, when he appeared, the tens of thousands of spectators who were cheering just now shut their mouths at the same time, making the noisy death arena become dead silent.

The oppressive feeling of silence came over her, and Hayasaka instinctively pressed herself closer to Yuuki, but she saw that the man remained calm, even with a smile on his face.

The copy is rejecting his actions, doesn't that prove that he is doing the right thing?

Yuki felt that he should laugh, and looked up to see the warrior wearing a bull-horned helmet. He was holding a huge axe, his armor was stained with blood, and he had a meteor hammer tied around his waist. He had just slaughtered several people and was full of murderous intent.

Beside him was a figure wearing scarlet armor and with slender limbs.

The fighting spirit and murderous intent could not be hidden at all. Yuki was very annoying. In their opinion, this was destined to be a difficult and gloryless battle. Perhaps only by tearing Yuki's body into pieces and holding his head high could they get the most intense comfort.

As for failure, this may be the only thorn in their hearts. They are not afraid of losing or dying, but they are not used to their desperate battles not being seen, and dying silently without any glory.

"Apart from being a bit absurd, they are actually a group of strong men."

Yuki's eyes were indifferent. He had no personal connections with these characters, and he didn't want to put himself in a bad situation. At least from what he saw, no one retreated or begged for mercy.

Standing on the ring, everyone fights to the death, just like the fanatical believers in Yaduo Town, with firm beliefs.

"If possible, can you not use that thing?" Abate seemed to notice Yuki's gaze and whispered, "A collision of iron and blood, a fight to the death like a man. You might as well give it a try. The passion and pleasure of battle are indescribable!"

He is very bewitching. Fighting to the death amid the passionate cheers of tens of thousands of people, every killing skill will be cheered, making your knife sharper.

Yuuki fantasized for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "No, I prefer hidden murderous intentions."

After saying that, he left Abate, who looked constipated, and walked straight into the cylinder. He turned on his demon vision and saw signs of the 'flame' on the dark cylinder reviving.

It seemed to be able to sense the emotional fluctuations in the audience, that suppressed sense of anticipation.

Interesting, this thing is indeed alive.

Yuki withdrew his gaze and looked at the two people opposite him. His fighting spirit remained undiminished, but he was not in a hurry to start fighting.

"You insulted this arena, so I'm going to kill you." Niu Mo whispered in a low voice, as if he was not good at talking.

"On the contrary, I gave my all every time and with great respect."

"Respect? You rejected everyone's cheers and brought shame to the sacred battle." It was the Reaper who answered. He drew out two serrated swords, and with a whoosh, crimson flames burned on the blades.

Yuuki had seen this sword burn enemies to ashes before, and after carefully examining it from a distance of several hundred meters, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Two extraordinary monsters, shuttling through a sea of ​​corpses and blood, have a combat capability one level higher than players of the same level.

The characters in the dungeon are almost all like this. The vast majority of players are ordinary people, and their willpower and combat experience cannot be compared with these professionals.

He had no intention of talking nonsense, so he held the knife and took the first step.

"As strong men, are we fighting just to cater to the preferences of these weaklings?"

This was the first time Yuki answered. Before this, he acted like a deaf-mute, fighting in silence, killing silently, and then leaving without looking back.

Bull Demon and the Harvester were stunned. Not only did this man actually speak, but what he said also made some sense.

Yes, shouldn’t the strong be unscrupulous?

They couldn't refute it. After thinking about it seriously, they found that it went against the deeply rooted ideas in their minds, so they simply gave up thinking about it.

Fighting is fighting, no reason is needed.

"That's true, but I'm still going to kill you."

The hostility between the two men decreased slightly, but their murderous intent became stronger.

"Each each other."

Yuki is not good at talking, so he made a gesture to Hayasaka Ai behind him and immediately quickened his pace.

Two heavily armored warriors appeared in the field of vision. They walked side by side, silently, carrying the expectations of countless viewers.

Finish off your enemies and restore order to the sacred Death Arena.

Bull Demon and the Reaper had a sense of mission, as if there was a fire burning in their chests, making the depressing scene even hotter.

There is no doubt that the enemy named Kevin is powerful, but a warrior will never retreat and the fire of killing will never be extinguished.

As the two sides got closer, the mood at the scene began to change under the attraction of this sense of mission. Many people clenched their fists, hoping that one side would win as much as they did now.

Every death fight has a winner and a loser, but it is fair in the eyes of the audience. No matter what the result is, they will be crazy about the collision of power and the spurt of blood.

Killing doesn't need a reason, but the process is intoxicating. Who wouldn't want to watch a sharp blade cut through flesh and chop off the other person's head in the gushing blood?

Just when the atmosphere was about to reach its peak, the realm of darkness unfolded, like a rising black curtain blocking the view, and the cheers that had already risen to throats were strangled again.

Damn, here we go again.

The area was already pitch black like ink. Yuki stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was because the enemies were finally of similar strength, he suddenly had a sense of epicness just now. The powerful warrior came forward under the attention of everyone, and a bloody clash was about to begin.

He began to think about whether to offer a feast of killing to meet everyone's expectations. After a moment, he decisively expanded his territory.

His vision was dark, with only a few flickering soul fires. The frenzied cheers were suppressed, and calmness returned to his body.

"I can't hesitate for even a second. I almost got tricked again." Yuki grinned. This copy seemed simple and straightforward, but it was actually extremely insidious.

For example, at this moment, killing himself has become a kind of consensus, and those fanatical audiences didn't even make a sound.

Hearing the sound and locating the position is a basic skill, but not everyone has the soul vision. The noisier they are, the more advantage Yuki has.

"Be careful, Hayasaka. This battle won't be easy. If all else fails, you can leave the Night Realm and use the positioning function of the Spirit Communicator."

"clear."

The maid replied immediately that the Night Territory moved with Yuki as its center. 2000 square meters seemed large at first glance, but the radius was only over thirty meters.

This distance is very close for extraordinary creatures.

"Also, the shooting action uses a fixed template, and the error cannot exceed 0.1 second. Can you do it?"

Hayasaka tilted her head slightly and immediately realized that Yuuki was looking at it with a different set of eyes. The power of the Deathstroke was different, but the speed of the bullet was constant.

"can do it."

"I believe you." Yuki nodded. Hayasaka Ai and he had the best understanding of each other, which was an ability that went beyond physical evaluation.

coming.

In front, two balls of blood-red soul flames leaped and rushed violently from the front. They crossed back and forth, switched positions back and forth, and almost overlapped. The devil's eye could not tell the difference between the two.

Who goes first and who goes last?

Yuki hesitated for a moment, then simply raised his shotgun.

Shotgun—bang!

The souls formed a rain of bullets, covering a large area in front, but the two people rushing over did not slow down, only the crisp sound of "ding ding ding" was heard.

I managed to get through it.

Yuki leaned over and drew out his long sword. The blood-red blade left a red afterimage in front of him, and then he shook his wrist.

clang!

The blade was held, the overlapping soul fires separated, and the reaper jumped from behind the Bull Demon, his two swords spinning like a sharp gyroscope.

boom! !

The death knell sounded in the distance, and the heavy bullet hit the sword like a hammer, knocking him back.

'Can that dastardly shooter see?'

Her ears were buzzing and the reaper raised an eyebrow. Hayasaka Ai couldn't see it of course, she was just shooting according to Yuuki's instructions.

The magazine rotated, and the second bullet entered the chamber, but the trigger was not pulled yet——

"hide."

Following the voice coming from the Lingzi communicator, she flew into the air without hesitation, and heard a dull thud as something fell heavily on the spot where she had just stood.

Meteor hammer? Is the ability to locate the target by sound so accurate?

This wasn't just sitting and listening, as he was dozens of meters away, with a giant axe and a long sword, the Bull Demon's power was clearly stronger than Yuki's.

He threw the hammer with one hand and suppressed it with the other. After feeling the strength in his hand suddenly relax, he was not nervous. Following his instinct, his huge body leaned back.

boom! !

The hunting rifle fired, and the passing bullets made his face feel a little hot. Yuki didn't care that the bullet missed. He knew that these soldiers had amazing intuition.

Demonic Possession. Expand.

Blood Blade.

The gray fog merged into the night, and soul energy filled the blade. After being released, it formed a sword light that was more than ten meters long. It touched the long axe and spread to both sides.