The woman sitting by the bar held a glass of red wine. Her long black hair was pulled up, and beneath her red dress, two fair legs were strikingly visible.
The Queen of Munitions, Bai Lu!
In her previous life, Bai Ye and Bai Lu were known as the "Twin Whites of the East." They shared many similarities. For instance, both had the surname Bai. Both pursued the path of mechanical technology. Both operated in a futuristic technological zone called the "East Zone" in the later stages of the World Battlefield. However, the "Twin Whites of the East" were not on amicable terms. Bai Ye and Bai Lu often vied for missions in the East Zone, and they clashed numerous times.
"An old rival, then?"
Bai Ye curled her lips, then shifted her gaze away from Bai Lu towards the胖子 eating at the dining table.
Crimson Ghost, Michael Macquess!
As if noticing Bai Ye's gaze, Macquess raised his food and gestured towards Bai Ye, as if greeting her or extending an olive branch. This fellow, with his seemingly harmless appearance, was a formidable opponent. He hailed from the notorious organization, the Hidden Dragon Society, and was one of its six regional captains, ranking among the top ten in strength. However, Bai Ye's interactions with Macquess were limited in her previous life. After a brief glance, she moved her eyes to a blonde man on the other side.
The Villain, Alexander Garland!
If Macquess appeared harmless, Garland was the opposite extreme. He exuded a strong "stay away" aura. Curiously, Garland was also one of the Hidden Dragon Society's six regional captains, holding a similar status and comparable strength to Macquess. Yet, at present, Macquess and Garland were not interacting, seemingly not knowing each other? This was an interesting observation, but Bai Ye paid it little mind, her gaze drifting to a sofa booth on another side.
Blazing Fire Phoenix, Situ Chicheng!
He wore a plain white Daoist robe, his hair tied up with a jade crown. A flying sword in a crimson scabbard was strapped to his back, and a jade pendant shaped like a sword hung from his waist. This fellow was also an old rival. In her past life, Situ Chicheng was a powerful figure who survived to the later stages of the World Battlefield. Known as the Blazing Fire Phoenix, his Great Sun Fiery Heaven Sword was considered the strongest fire-attribute flying sword in the World Battlefield. Wherever he appeared, he brought destruction and devastation, exhibiting extreme ferocity. Back then, Bai Ye and Situ Chicheng had clashed many times, each encounter a hard-fought battle. Seeing these familiar faces again brought a wave of nostalgia to Bai Ye.
However, she knew nothing of the origins of the remaining four. Not every powerful person would survive indefinitely. Moreover, with a second chance, many things could change.
"What if I just killed these four right here..." Bai Ye thought maliciously, "...then the former Queen of Munitions, Crimson Ghost, The Villain, and Blazing Fire Phoenix would cease to exist, wouldn't they?"
Ding!
As Bai Ye pondered, the elevator door behind her suddenly opened, and a man emerged. Bai Ye instinctively turned her head, and both froze, staring at each other.
"Damn it!"
Half a minute later, Bai Ye swore first and unleashed a sweeping kick towards him. The man emerging from the elevator was none other than...
Li Jiayi!
Li Jiayi's reaction was equally swift. Feeling a fierce wind rush towards his face, he quickly raised his arm to block.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed. Li Jiayi endured Bai Ye's kick, staggering backward, while Bai Ye pressed her advantage, not giving Li Jiayi a moment to recover. With a rapid advance, she lunged forward again. Bai Ye was too quick. Li Jiayi, unable to regain his balance, could not block Bai Ye's fist this time. He took a solid punch to the chest and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Pah!" Li Jiayi spat out a mouthful of blood. Seeing Bai Ye prepare to attack again, a ferocious expression appeared on his face, and he roared, "Qian Kun Ri Yue Lun!"
Instantly, twin sun and moon wheels appeared above Li Jiayi, emitting a vast expanse of radiant silver light that slashed down towards Bai Ye. Bai Ye knew the power of this weapon. Without her Hexagonal Prism Shield, she dared not meet it head-on and quickly pushed off the ground, leaping backward.
Rumble!
The next moment, the twin sun and moon wheels struck the ground with a deafening roar, gouging a deep hole in the earth.
"Ning Shuang, control sword!"
Bai Ye, unwilling to fall behind, directly unleashed her Ning Shuang sword, transforming it into a beam of light. Just then...
Clap, clap...
Crisp applause suddenly sounded, drawing the attention of both Bai Ye and Li Jiayi. At the front of the banquet hall, a grand staircase led to a small balcony on the second floor. An elder in a suit stood there, hands clasped behind his back.
"Gentlemen," the elder said with a smile, looking at Bai Ye and Li Jiayi, "if you wish to fight, please wait until the Twelve Great Battles commence. Furthermore, all participants have assembled. There's no need to rush."
Everyone's here? Bai Ye remembered arriving ninth, and Li Jiayi was the tenth. Who were the remaining two? Bai Ye looked up. Indeed, all twelve participants were present. On the other side of the banquet hall, there was a second elevator, and a man and a woman stood by its entrance, presumably having just arrived.
The elder continued, "You have all received your identities. From this moment on, you will fight for your respective Zodiac signs. There are no time limits, no weapon restrictions, and no ability limitations. The only rule is slaughter. Slaughter, and more slaughter. Use every means to kill the others. When only one of you remains alive, you are the victor."
As he spoke, the elder produced a remote control. The curtains on the side of the banquet hall were pulled open, revealing massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
"This entire district has been completely cleared. You are free to fight within its boundaries. Every hour, the electronic billboards will announce the list of survivors, and every hour, the location of one randomly selected participant will be revealed. When a victor emerges, they may proceed to that broadcast tower..."
The elder pointed a finger towards the window. It was a very tall television broadcast tower, standing out conspicuously amidst the surrounding buildings and easy to identify.
"I will await the victor there and grant your wish," the elder declared. He then surveyed the room. "Does anyone have any questions?"
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