At one end of the dueling arena, a corpse lay quietly, surrounded by the thick stench of blood.
The body was covered in whip marks and burns, its skin charred black.
Blood continuously seeped from the wounds, spreading across the dueling platform like a deep crimson net.
The sudden scene froze the minds of the 40,000 spectators present.
They couldn’t process what they were seeing.
Their mouths hung open, but no sound came out.
They could only stare blankly at the sight before them.
The entire dueling arena fell into dead silence, even breathing became cautious and restrained.
Tang Xin snapped out of it and gave the still-dazed Lin Yu a light pat, cautiously asking, “Can we start shouting now?”
“Wait a bit longer.” Lin Yu raised his hand and said softly, “Let’s hear how the audience reacts first.”
Among Bianyuelong’s fans, someone looked around nervously and asked, “Can we start cheering?”
Someone else said, “Better wait.”
“Let’s hear what the commentators say.”
Hong Mi nudged Zi Cai with his elbow and whispered, “Time for your line.”
Since Bianyuelong had won this round, it was up to the supporter Zi Cai to lead the first chant.
Zi Cai raised her hand.
“Let’s hear what the referee says.”
[Ding———–]
The AI referee sounded out a thunderous response.
<WINNER: RED SIDE>
[DUEL ENDED]
[Next player from Qianquegong, please prepare.]
[07:44]
As the most authoritative voice fell, an undeniable fact was laid bare before everyone.
The numbered citizen had killed his opponent with just 3 moves.
“Con———-” Zi Cai’s voice trembled, then burst into a shout, “Congratulations to Bianyuelong!”
“We’ve taken one back!”
“Beautiful!!!”
Bianyuelong’s fans looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.
“W- We won?”
One fan asked in a daze.
“I think…
we won?”
Someone nearby echoed, still uncertain.
“Holy sh*t!
We actually won!”
The emotions that had been building up finally exploded, an earth-shaking roar filled the arena.
“Ahhhhhhh———-!”
“We won!”
“Bianyuelong!
Bianyuelong!
Bianyuelong!”
“Awesome!”
“Three moves, clean and sharp!”
“One-shot kill!”
“Did you see that, Qianquegong scums!?
Did you?!”
“Who’s trash now?!”
“Who’s the real loser?!”
“Ahhhh———–!”
“0748!
0748!
0748!”
Countless people stood up, waving their arms and shouting wildly, though sadly, no one had prepped any 0748 fan signs.
The deafening cheers surged like a tidal wave, threatening to blow the roof off the dueling arena.
Qianquegong’s fans, faces dark as ash, looked like they had just eaten sh*t.
“D*mn it, what’s with all the arrogance?!”
“It’s just one match!”
“What’s there to be proud of?!”
“Three moves?
Just dumb luck!”
“Isn’t that just a Deck counter?
You talking out your ass now?!”
The two fan groups clashed fiercely, neither side backing down, the entire dueling arena was in full frenzy!
“Ahhhhhh———–!” Lin Yu nearly tore his throat yelling.
“Nice!!!”
This point wasn’t just any point.
It was a point of revenge for Jiang Yan and Mu Ningning, it was the point that made 20,000 Bianyuelong fans rise to their feet!
Numbered citizen?
Not important.
Dueling frenzy?
Not important.
Someone died?
Not important.
Victory——— was everything!
Tang Xin closed her eyes and clenched her tiny fists, happily thumping her thighs.
“Ahhh, so amazing.”
As a girl, she needed to maintain her poise.
She couldn’t wail like those men.
Qin Dongzhu took several deep breaths before he finally came back to his senses.
He didn’t shout, just waved toward Li Guanqi from afar.
Li Guanqi understood and walked to the edge of the ring to meet up with the three of them.
“You were amazing, 0748!” Tang Xin couldn’t hold back her excitement.
“Watch your mouth!
Calling him 0748 like that.” Lin Yu scolded, then immediately turned into a bootlicker and handed over a cup of tea.
“Call him Brother Eight!”
Tang Xin quickly corrected herself.
“Brother Eight!”
Li Guanqi took the tea and sipped gently, letting out a long breath.
Qin Dongzhu, visibly worried, asked, “Is your body feeling off in any way?”
“This is the substitution period, if you’re unwell, we can apply for a delay of a few minutes.”
“Feeling a bit hot.” Li Guanqi recalled.
“But nothing serious.”
“Whew———-” Qin Dongzhu let out a long breath and forced a relieved smile.
“Thank you, really.”
He didn’t care whether Li Guanqi’s win in three moves was due to luck or not.
He just wanted to thank this numbered citizen, for helping him vent his frustration.
A person needs pride like a tree needs bark.
To let out this frustration, not just 150,000, he’d give a million if he had to.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Li Guanqi’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
“If I win the next two matches too, how about…”
“Another 150,000?”
“Huh?” The three Bianyuelong teammates froze.
Was this numbered citizen…
getting a bit full of himself?
Was he planning to sweep all three?
Qin Dongzhu was stunned for a moment before speaking, “If you really win the next two as well, another 150,000 is no problem.”
“Now we’re talking!” Li Guanqi’s eyes lit up.
He loved rich guys like this.
New to this world, unfamiliar with everything, he was seriously short on money.
His philosophy for making friends————
Once you find a wallet, milk it for all it’s worth.
The news quickly spread online and immediately hit the Bianyuelong trending charts.
#NumberedMan, Level 4 League#
#Pain Level 10#
#Nightmare Pain#
Top-tier gossip, people were spreading it like wildfire.
More and more viewers flooded the league channel.
Accompanying the news was a photo.
The shot had an excellent angle, close-up, clearly not something a regular spectator could capture.
In the photo, Li Guanqi slightly tilted his head, the numbered citizen’s digital tag displayed across his face.
He half-covered his mouth, revealing a sickly, yet delighted smile.
That smile carried a touch of feminine charm, dangerously seductive.
He stared forward with contempt, and a faint blend of blue and orange shimmered in his eyes.
The photo was so professionally taken it could easily be used as a matchmaking profile, with a “single” label underneath.
A killer for both men and women.
The photo went viral at lightning speed.
[Ding————–]
In a secret 9-person group chat, someone with a rabbit avatar shared Li Guanqi’s matchmaking photo.
“Bianyuelong’s emergency substitute, unclear if it’s coincidence or not.”
Swordsman Avatar: “I’m right next door.
Need help?”
Mahjong Avatar: “Hua, say something.
This is your turf.”
Rose Avatar (Group Owner): “Oh no, he’s hot!”
Mermaid Avatar: “Be serious.
What do you think?”
Rose avatar (Group Owner): “He’s exactly my type!”
Silence fell.
Orange Tabby Avatar sent a voice message: “Meow———”
Rose Aavatar (Group Owner): “Teacher said, watch and wait.”
Lands Unknown – Alterlife Shop.
A card shop in a special location, with more functions than it probably should have.
A girl stepped lightly out of the bathroom, trailing fresh bath scent and mist.
She had clear blue eyes, black hair wet and clinging softly to her shoulders.
A few strands stuck to her cheeks, her skin as pale as snow, pure and lovely.
She wore a simple white bathrobe, the belt loosely knotted, exposing part of her fair calf.
Her steps carried an effortless grace.
Gently drying her hair with a large towel, she walked down the stairs alone, casually glanced at the shopkeeper’s computer screen, and automatically ignored Shuang Shenghua’s nonsensical rambling.
At that moment though, she paused.
Her gaze locked dead on Li Guanqi’s photo.