Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

Three figures, looking somewhat pitiful, lay on the ground as if they had completely lost the strength to resist, powerless.

The red glow attached to his eyes gradually dissipated, and the Blood God, controlling himself to calm down, looked at his hands with a bit of surprise, then at the three opponents lying on the ground.

They... had already lost?

So he turned and looked towards the sidelines, waiting for the referee to announce the result.

No matter how it felt before, the final outcome was that he had achieved victory, and some murderous intent in actual combat... should be normal, right?

Behind him, the Viper lying on the ground looked at the back of the Blood God, a cunning light flickering in his eyes, "This is an opportunity!"

If he couldn't win head-on, then he would launch a surprise attack.

The person in charge only needs them to kill the Blood God; the referee has not made a move for a long time, obviously, he has received orders to cooperate and wait for their uprising.

The cold mechanical blade quietly sprang out from the Viper's prosthetic limb, and he also passed two of them to his comrades.

Bai E, who had been watching the situation on the field closely, abruptly stood up; however, the outbreak on the field was faster than any spectator's reaction.

The Blood God's reaction was clearly a beat too slow due to exhaustion, and only when the Reaper's blade tore through the skin of his arm did he realize that these three opponents weren't planning on stopping.

The scorching red light once again attached itself to his eyes, and the recently subsided rage swept back in an even more violent manner.

"Bang!"

As the Viper watched, a punch came flying from behind the Blood God, and he saw his mechanical arm forcefully pressed down by a fleshy wrist, losing out completely in this contest of pure strength.

Following that muscular, bulging arm upwards, the Viper's eyes met a pair of fiery red ones.

"Boom!"

With a punch thrown, the Viper's entire body was sent flying like it had been hit by a truck instantly, his head bending back completely while in mid-air, showing that his neck had broken under that blow.

The Blood God, whose rage persisted, flashed behind in the blink of an eye, grasping the wrist of the Reaper, whose movements were not as agile due to lack of strength.

"Crack!"

The acute pain of crushed bones instantly spread throughout the body, and in the next moment, the Reaper felt himself being lifted off the ground.

Having his ankle grabbed, he was hoisted up like a bag.

"Thud! Thud!"

Left and right, he was slammed against the iron plate, the sound of the collision creating earth-shattering noise.

The Reaper, whose bones were shattered, became like a boneless dead dog at that moment, a lump of mangled flesh wrapped in skin, casually tossed against the coarse nets at the side of the arena.

The last one, with a blade imbued with Spiritual Energy, wasn't quicker than the Blood God's reaction, and the Blood God, trapping the dagger with his chest muscles, grabbed the equally robust old soldier by the shoulders with both hands.

"Huff~ Huff~" Amidst heavy breathing, consciousness struggling to awaken, the Blood God's forceful grip slowly relaxed as the red glow in his eyes flickered, easing the pain-wrinkled frown of the old soldier.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Voices from the spectator seats, not knowing when, unanimously chanted together.

They didn't care about the consequences; they only wanted madness.

Not to mention, in a situation where one side had already violated the rules, any retaliatory action by the counterattacker was tacitly allowed here.

Blood, violence!

This was a carnage of frenzy for everyone!

The feverish atmosphere soared high, with all its core focusing on that one single focal point.

Any slightly calm thought was drowned in endless bloodthirsty qi.

Blood... Slaughter...

Savage desires erode the will, endless fury overwhelms the mind.

Enough noise!

"Ah!" The Blood God roared furiously.

"Bang!"

Muscle tissue tore apart, and a rain of blood like fluttering snowflakes gently scattered upon a face that was gradually becoming clear and seemed confused.

Warm...

Sweet...

Subconsciously licking his cracked lips, the Blood God looked at his heavy hands.

Two pieces... corpses?

Playing back what had just happened in his mind, the Blood God narrowed his eyes and stood silently in place.

The sheer brutality and bloodshed had inflamed the entire audience at that moment, their emotions surging skyward...

Bai E took one last look at the figure on the field, receiving countless cheers, then turned to leave.

The gap was significant.

But what puzzled everyone was that the previously declining Blood God seemed to suddenly muster an explosive performance, with both speed and strength increasing significantly.

Did he also possess an ability similar to Overlimit Drive?

Unclear...

The hints from the explosion rate didn't show all of a person's abilities, and it was normal for some hidden abilities to go undiscovered. He still didn't know much about him.

...

After exchanging the 750 black water coins won for Chavez, Bai E stepped into the growing darkness of the night, heading towards the secret base to change his clothes.

Apart from the rat-men, no one was in the base. With the nightfall, it was an excellent opportunity for the players to go on their missions.

"My lord..."

Hearing the noise made by Bai E, the rat-man instantly became alert, only to relax when he realized it was Bai E.

Recalling what he had heard in the afternoon, the rat-man whispered to Bai E, "My lord... this afternoon when I overheard their conversation, they seemed to mention something about the warehouse."

"Oh? What did they say?" Bai E asked with a smile.

"They said it's troublesome to wait for you to be present every time something is exchanged or contributed. It would be better to have someone specifically to look after the '...'—I didn't understand the word. In the end, they also mentioned that this '...' was fun but too realistic, so it's too troublesome."

The rat-man looked perplexed, "They didn't avoid me when they talked, but often I don't quite understand what they say, or can't hear it clearly..."

System keyword censorship?

Bai E looked at the rat-man with a somewhat astonished gaze... The words he couldn't understand, could they be "NPC," "game," or such indescribable and ineffable things?

Impressive!

The more he experienced, the more Bai wanted to uncover the truth behind this world... No matter what, Bai E wouldn't believe that everything he had experienced was merely the product of a virtual game. There had to be a deeper story behind the appearance of players, but perhaps his current level was still insufficient to access it?

But that didn't matter. As long as he kept progressing, he would eventually be able to lift that mysterious veil.

Walking under the starlight, Bai E quickly returned to camp.

It was still early, and none of his tentmates had rested.

Seeing Bai E lift the tent flap, everyone's faces brightened.

"Speaking of which, we haven't gone on a mission together since Bai joined the team... The battlefield doesn't count," Dashan was the first to speak.

"We have a mission the day after tomorrow that's just come up for our squad. You're okay with that, right?" Tiger looked at Bai, formally asking.