The dull sound of the blade piercing flesh was like a death knell to the terrified crowd.
That’s right… the rules only stipulate that “candidates” cannot attack each other, but never stipulate that suicide is not allowed!
But what sane person would commit suicide just to harm the opposing team? Who could have imagined this? Even if they saw with their own eyes the boy behind Yue Qiong stabbing himself, some people still refused to believe their eyes.
"suicide?"
The shield girl knelt on one knee in the bloodstain left by Ma Xiaobo, looked up with a sneer and said: "They are being controlled."
A word woke everyone up from their dream. When everyone looked carefully, they found that the boy who stabbed the knife into the chest had a slight tremor in his hand. He looked like he was struggling with fear, but his face was dull and expressionless, and even his pupils were dull and dilated.
Could it be that Yue Qiong is also a psychic? !
No, if using mental power to control others didn't count as damage, then the mental power master of 606 could have easily eliminated Yue Qiong directly. But the other party didn't make a move now, which meant that Yue Qiong had used another method to exploit a loophole in the rules.
Those who have survived until now are not fools, and the candidates immediately had the answer in their minds.
What if 308's roommates, who were like puppets, had already been controlled by Yue Qiong before the game started?
So how terrifying is this kind of control? Can it make a person commit suicide immediately with just a thought?
But compared to Yue Qiong's perversion and cruelty, they are more desperate about their own situation.
The "suicidal" boy had already pulled out his knife. Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, located right on his heart. It was clear at a glance that he was doomed. Even the most powerful healing item was useless; the 100th death was a foregone conclusion.
They seemed to have heard the game's failure prompt.
Yue Qiong's smile became more obvious under the mask.
"I haven't had enough fun yet, but bye."
He also closed his eyes, welcoming the end of everything.
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
The expected mechanical verdict did not sound, and the surroundings remained silent.
No... Yue Qiong suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Wang Pen who had just "committed suicide".
Wang Pen still maintained his original posture, with blood drops remaining on the sharp blade dripping down, but instead of dying, his breathing seemed to be even steadier.
Yue Qiong: “???”
Other candidates: “???”
Yue Qiong opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw a cluster of white light emerging from the opponent's wound.
The shocking wound stopped bleeding immediately upon contact with the soft halo of light. The ruptured muscle tissue and blood vessels sprouted and grew again, like dry land meeting rain.
Healing!
Yue Qiong's face instantly turned icy cold, and he lunged forward to stop the treatment. However, the healing light suddenly shone brightly, blinding him so much that he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the horrific wound on Wang Pen's chest had vanished without a trace.
——The treatment just now brought Wang Pen back from the brink of death!
How is it possible... Yue Qiong bit his teeth and said, "According to the rules, candidates are not allowed to..."
"Don't worry, I don't have any stupid idea of breaking the rules, it's just—"
A gentle young male voice came from the distance behind, but the tone imitated Yue Qiong's previous mockery:
"If it's purely healing, it shouldn't be affected by the rules of the game, right?"
Yue Qiong looked over and saw the source of the voice standing on the balcony of the building opposite, 303. A tall, thin, fair-skinned boy with slightly curly black hair was leisurely leaning on the railing, looking over here with a faint smile.
The remaining halo of the healing light ball surrounded his palm, making his already fair skin even more transparent, as if a layer of holy light was covering his figure. There was no sense of oppression, but it was equally frightening.
This is an energy that only healing psychics can possess!
The boy even nodded at him and said with a smile: "Student Yue, life and death are not in our hands."
Yue Qiong: “…”
Coming from a pastor, these words were not hurtful at all, but extremely insulting.
He remembered this boy, the strongest one in the scheming dorm who had repeatedly faked his own death and even blamed him for killing the informer. He also thought that based on the number of candidates in this competition, there should be a healing ability.
But he didn't expect that the healing psychic would be so powerful that he could even make people unable to die when using his ultimate move.
What the hell is this logic?
In other words, is it the power of the superpower itself... or is it the human?
The mask couldn't hide Yue Qiong's ugly expression, but he quickly realized that this would only make people laugh at him, so he forced himself to restrain his expression. His eyes curved again, but there was no smile in them.
"Sure. But I'm also curious, what's the maximum limit of how many healing abilities can be used, and how many times can you save them?"
He snapped his fingers again, and Wang Pen, who had just escaped death, had to pick up the knife again tremblingly and pointed it at his heart.
He could have just ordered the puppet to jump off the building, and no matter how powerful the other party's healing skills were, it would have been useless. But the slap in the face and the ridicule he had just received had left him feeling angry, and he simply wanted to use the most brutal means to consume the other party's superpowers and mentality.
It would be best if the other party could watch the treatment target die in despair.
The sound of snapping fingers rang out in the air, but this time, Yue Qiong didn't hear any movement behind him.
His heart skipped a beat and he turned around immediately.
Wang Pen and Li Xiang, who had been standing quietly on both sides behind him, rolled their eyes for some reason and their bodies shook irregularly. No matter how he controlled them, they did not respond.
Oops!
Yue Qiong guessed what was going on almost instantly: "It's you again!"
A clear female voice came from above his head, and this time he knew whose voice it was without even looking.
Besides the one from 606...who else could it be?
On the top balcony, Tang Xinjue was also leaning on the railing.
Yue Qiong couldn't see her, but she could see everything clearly.
Faced with the question, she smiled and said exactly the same words as the boy from the 303 Therapy Department:
"Classmate, life and death are not in our control."
The people watching the whole process: ...Shit.
They were even more shocked than Yue Qiong. Their minds were blank for several seconds under the onslaught of intense anger and despair, and only now did they realize—
This is equivalent to having both healing and psychic masters to assist in controlling the situation. Are you still afraid of people committing suicide?
The phrase "Life and death are not determined by man" can be translated as:
Is this a place where you can live or die as you please?
Although it seems extremely unreasonable in the literal sense, in the face of absolute strength, the logic of the bandit is irrefutable.
Yue Qiong was so angry that he laughed.
At this moment, even with his shamelessness, he couldn't help but break down his defenses, blurting out sinisterly, "So mental abilities can also transcend the rules. I never thought of that."
Tang Xinjue shook his head: "I didn't attack them. I just saw that they were too nervous, so I tried to comfort them."
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and pointed in the air. Wang Pen and Li Xiang's eyes rolled back and they fainted completely.
Yue Qiong's so-called suicide order was originally a mental suppression imposed on the two boys. It would not be considered a violation of the rules of the game if the two could complete it independently.
On the contrary, as long as the two boys' spiritual strength is enhanced, conflicts with orders will arise and they will fall into chaos. When the two men fall into coma and lose the ability to move, Yue Qiong's methods will collapse and disappear.
As the two men fell to the ground, Yue Qiong stood there without saying a word, and the other candidates were also silent.
They hadn't even reacted yet. What exactly happened in those few seconds?
A person with healing abilities suddenly appeared, and the suicidal boy was brought back to life from the brink of death. He was then knocked unconscious by the psychic master 606, completely losing the possibility of suicide.
This wave of overwhelming attacks and defenses was so overwhelming that the game didn't even send out a single death notification, so... are they safe now?
Looking at Yue Qiong's gloomy aura, everyone looked at the balconies of 303 and 606, unable to describe the turbulent emotions in their hearts.
It was just like riding a real-life roller coaster, experiencing the danger of the seat belt breaking at the highest point, and then being notified that you had won a five million lottery ticket after overcoming the danger! It was as thrilling!
"Of course, you still have one last method that can also make us fail."
Tang Xin Jue's voice suddenly rang out, and the examinee who had just put his mind at ease suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and his heart was lifted again.
Yue Qiong raised his head and heard only the girl's gentle voice:
"Since you can't let others die, then it should be okay for you to die yourself, right?"
Yue Qiong: “…”
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