Meng Feifei's face turned deathly pale.
The scenes of the previous battle flashed through his mind all at once...
His body immediately began to tremble as if it were a leaf.
This guy is an absolute lunatic!
He already knew that from that previous battle!
"Heh, you actually managed to get away just now. I didn't expect that a sniper like you would have such a first-rate escape ability."
Bai Liao stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and stared at him with a sinister look: "Besides my master, you are the first prey to escape from my 'White Fang'."
"But this time, you definitely won't escape."
As he spoke, Bai Liao's figure transformed into a black shadow, like a ghost, and he slashed at Meng Feifei with a white blade in his hand!
However, just as he was about to get close to Meng Feifei, Bai Liao suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
"Um?"
He looked down and saw that an array had suddenly lit up beneath his feet.
His feet were clearly bound by two chains.
Countless arrows shot out from all directions.
A giant fishing net fell from the sky!
"Trap symbol?"
Bai Liao sneered. Now he understood why Meng Feifei was lying in the middle of the road: "So that's how it is... You think you can deal with me with such childish tricks? That's a trick I used when I first became an assassin..."
His figure transformed into a cloud of black mist, emerging from the encirclement of arrows and giant nets.
The next moment, his figure reappeared as the mist gathered, grinning as he approached Meng Feifei!
"Wow!"
Meng Feifei jumped back in alarm, yelling, "Brother Nai, help me!!"
His backflip only narrowly avoided a single blow from the white fang.
The next instant, Bai Liao's second strike followed, aimed straight at his throat!
"bite!"
A huge, silver-white scythe suddenly appeared, blocking Meng Feifei's path.
The sharp white blade clashed with the silvery-white scythe.
The metal clashed and rubbed together, sending out sparks!
"Um?"
Bai Liao raised an eyebrow and saw Lin Nai appear before him.
"It's you?" Bai Liao's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw Lin Nai. "Lin Nai, the apostle of the White Reaper... Hahahaha! I didn't expect us to meet so soon, this is wonderful!"
Lin Nai frowned slightly. Bai Liao's laughter had an almost manic quality, and the killing intent emanating from the man made him feel very uncomfortable.
"bite!"
"Snap!"
Bai Liao flicked his wrist, using a clever technique, and the blade in his hand sizzled and rotated against the sickle.
It's obvious he's a master at handling knives!
Lin Nai's eyes widened as she saw Bai Liao suddenly twist his waist, his dagger flashing a ghostly white light! Lin Nai quickly tilted her head back to avoid his attack.
The blade almost grazed his neck!
However, this is not the end.
Bai Liao's attacks came wave after wave, his dagger flashing out like a viper's tongue, at an extremely fast pace.
Linna used White Night to defend herself, retreating repeatedly.
At this moment, the white fang suddenly changed its attack rhythm.
A blade swung from the opposite direction.
"Pfft—"
A bloody gash was clearly visible on Linnai's chest!
Lin Nai frowned slightly.
Wow, so fast!
This guy is probably the strongest opponent he has ever faced!
"Hahahaha! Blood has been drawn!"
The white fang seemed even more excited when it saw the blood.
The dagger in his hand flew incredibly fast.
Another offensive has been launched!
Lin Nai didn't want to continue fighting him in close combat, so she circulated her soul power.
"The Gray Eyes!"
His pupils gradually turned silver-gray.
It unleashed a powerful mental attack!
Bai Liao was about to swing his knife again, but when he met Lin Nai's Gray Eyes, his movements suddenly slowed down.
"This is the White Reaper's power—the Gray Eyes?"
The white fang endured the impact of the mental force without retreating.
His knife stabbed straight at Lin Nai, as if he wanted to fight her to the death!
"He really is a madman!"
Lin Nai had no intention of risking his life against this madman. He swung his scythe, flicked it, and then suddenly flipped backward, retreating more than ten meters to create a safe distance between himself and Bai Liao.
Not far away, Truman stood atop the trunk of a tall oak tree, holding his notebook and pen, watching the contest with great interest.
"I didn't expect to see them face off in the first round."
Truman pushed up his glasses: "Now we'll definitely be able to calculate some really good data."
......
"Unexpectedly, Linna and Bai Liao met in the first round."
Old Ji laughed, his wrinkles smoothing out: "One is an apostle of the White Reaper, the other a superhuman with the 03 superhuman serial number. This match is sure to be very interesting, hahaha..."
A male assistant beside him couldn't help but whisper, "But Mr. Ji, isn't the ultimate goal of this competition to select the talent who can join 'Dark Moon'? What if some of them are eliminated here? Wouldn't that be..."
Old Master Ji waved his hand: "Don't worry, with the strength of these two, as long as they don't fight to the death, they still have the ability to escape unscathed."
"Moreover, there are several powerful experts nearby."
"If they don't want to be taken advantage of, they certainly won't choose to fight a battle that results in mutual destruction."
The male assistant looked at the map on the surveillance camera's screen, still somewhat worried: "What if...?"
"Um?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ji... but there's no such thing as 'what if'." The male assistant quickly apologized.
With a blank expression, Elder Ji said calmly, "If something unexpected really happens, then we'll just have to give these contestants another emergency mission to forcibly separate them... Do you think I really didn't prepare?"
"Uh..." The male assistant scratched his head, glanced around at the presidents of prestigious universities from various regions sitting in the other seats, and lowered his voice again: "But isn't this a bit unfair to the competition?"
"Fairness?" Old Ji scoffed. "The annual college freshman competition is just a competition to select members for 'Dark Moon'. This world never pays attention to the complaints and tears of the weak. Only those with potential are qualified to pursue fairness."
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