Liu Jiayi, who was in the crowd, heard the system's announcement that Mu Ke had quit the game. She turned her head sharply and saw students passing by her in the crowd.

All thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, and she made a judgment almost in an instant -

——Mu Ke was sniped, and the next target in the killer sequence is her!

She is the only top student left in the circus!

Liu Jiayi quickly turned around and moved towards where she knew Mu Sicheng and Tang Erda were - she was a witch, a control position, with low combat ability, and it would be quite dangerous if she was alone.

But she had never been alone on a playground for so long before.

Because Bai Liu would not let her stay alone for so long and would come to her rescue soon, but this time...

Liu Jiayi took a deep breath, looked at the row of missed calls to Bai Liu on her phone, and bit her lower lip.

She couldn't contact Bai Liu. At this time, she had to turn to seek support from other combat forces to ensure her own safety. She controlled the lifeline of the entire team's treatment, so nothing could happen against a strong team like Killer Sequence.

Once something happens to her, it means the lifeline of the team is in danger. Liu Jiayi knows this very well, so she has always been accustomed to protecting herself.

Unfortunately, the opponent also knows this.

"Hello, Jiayi." Lu Yizhan jumped down from the tree. He smiled and pulled out a heavy sword from behind him, leaving a heavy scratch on the ground. "I haven't seen you for a while. You have changed a lot."

"You too." Liu Jiayi stepped back cautiously, narrowing her eyes. "You have changed more than me, Lu Yizhan."

"——Or maybe it can be said that this is no longer a big change, but that the true face that has been hidden for a long time has finally been revealed, right?"

Lu Yizhan rubbed his face a little embarrassedly and sighed helplessly: "Maybe it is true for you."

"Not to us." Liu Jiayi said coldly, "It's to Bai Liu."

"We have only met you a few times. We don't care what you look like. Only Bai Liu cares about what you look like."

Lu Yizhan's expression paused slightly. He raised his head, looked calm, and smiled faintly: "That's right."

"Perhaps few people in this world really care what I look like."

"——Bai Liu is indeed one of them."

A stethoscope flew past Liu Jiayi's ear, and she dodged it quickly. She saw Liao Ke coming from behind to attack her, so she gritted her teeth and threw the jar of poison on her back to the ground.

A huge purple poisonous fog spiraled up, enveloping the entire area.

[System prompt: Player Liu Jiayi uses personal burst skill (poison fountain)]

Liu Jiayi retreated bravely in the thick poison-like smoke fountain. She lifted her sleeves to half cover her mouth and nose, and rushed towards the stands.

Bai Liu's plan was that she and Mu Ke, the two top students with relatively weaker combat abilities, would retreat to the classroom and not participate in the fight. He, Tang Erda, and Mu Sicheng, the three more aggressive members, would attack Liao Ke, Lu Yizhang, and Bai Jiamu, the three top students, respectively. This was a tactic of using poor students to defeat good students.

She had previously informed Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng to come to her for coordination. Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng were ordered by Bai Liu to kill Bai Jiamufang. But Liu Jiayi still hadn't coordinated until now, which could only mean one thing -

——These two people were entangled by Bergamot.

Plus Bai Liu lost contact...

Liu Jiayi pursed her lower lips tightly - in such an extremely chaotic battle situation, the tactician's loss of contact was very bad. It meant that their side had no one to command and could not respond in time according to the battle situation.

Although it was weird and confusing for her to be a healing tactician at this time, at this moment, she felt that this was the best tactic that must be done!

We must bring Bai Liu back to the contact center!

"Are you going to look for Bai Liu?" A tall figure dragging a heavy sword appeared in the thick poisonous fog. His voice was clear and calm, with a strange sense of oppression, "That won't work."

"It is very difficult to control your tactician. I made a plan and sacrificed three team members to barely control him for a period of time. To make this sacrifice worthwhile--"

"——Then Bai Liu can move at least after killing you."

The figure in the poisonous mist slowly raised the sword with one hand, parallel to his arm, and purple smoke passed by the sides of the heavy sword he held high.

Liu Jiayi quickly turned around and retreated. Her fighting ability was far inferior to Lu Yizhang's, and she was not good at fighting head-on. But soon, Liu Jiayi found that her way back was blocked.

The stethoscope that emerged from the smoke formed a circle, blocking Liu Jiayi's way. She gritted her teeth and looked at Liao Ke who walked out of the smoke, then suddenly turned around to look at the figure holding a heavy sword and coming towards her.

The figure was getting closer and closer, and a thick purple poisonous mist was lingering around the figure's eyebrows and eyes. He lowered his head, and his expression could not be seen clearly. His left hand was clenched tightly, and his right hand was holding the heavy sword straight, and blood was oozing from his right shoulder.

——That was the gunshot wound that had not yet healed from shielding Bai Liu from the bullet in the previous game.

"Lu Yizhan." Liu Jiayi tried her best to remain calm and confront him, "You killed me and defeated Bai Liu, so what?"

"Do you really have to go this far with Bai Liu and us?"

"You're a good kid, Jiayi." Lu Yizhan's figure was light. He raised his eyes, and there were many deep emotions in his eyes that Liu Jiayi couldn't understand. "But this is not a game suitable for good kids."

"Get out of here."

The heavy sword was held straight and swung at her without mercy.

Liu Jiayi's pupils shrank to a tiny dot.

A figure passed through the poisonous fog at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, raised a pair of monkey paws to block in front of Liu Jiayi, and let out a "hiss" of pain: "Fuck!"

The metal blade of the heavy sword and the sharp black monkey claws collided and rubbed against each other, emitting a dazzling flash of fire. The poisonous mist was blown away by the wind brought by the heavy sword, and everything was exposed to the sun again.

Mu Sicheng's chest rose and fell violently. He held the heavy sword with both hands tightly. The blood in his palms spurted out along the blade. He was slashed backwards by the force of the heavy sword. His feet left two deep footprints on the ground. His face turned red from the pain, but he was still trying to provoke him. He smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Looks like I came at the right time?"

[System prompt: Player Bai Jiamu's health points are reset to zero, exit the game.]

Mu Sicheng's face, hands, and body were all covered with scratches from the Baijiamu blades. His flesh and blood were all blurred, and his clothes were all torn. However, he couldn't hide his smug smile as he rushed towards the Land Station:

"I'm sorry, you kicked your players out of the game just as you were about to clear ours."

"..." Liu Jiayi held his forehead with his hand, "Mu Ke has been cleared out by them."

"Shit!" Mu Sicheng asked in shock, "When did this happen?!"

The silver bullet hit the stethoscope that was blocking Liu Jiayi's retreat. The stethoscope made a crisp "beep" sound, swung, and was taken back by Liao Ke who was hiding somewhere.

Tang Erda, who was also covered in blade wounds, leaned against the wall and answered Mu Sicheng helplessly while changing the magazine: "When you and Bai Jiamu were fighting, didn't you hear the system prompt sound?"

Lu Yizhan put away his heavy sword. He looked at Tang Erda and Mu Sicheng who were blocking Liu Jiayi and looking at him with hostility. He scratched his head in annoyance and complained worriedly, "Isn't Bai Jiamu a troublemaker? He was cleared out so quickly? Shouldn't we let him delay for at least ten minutes?"

"There's no other way." Lu Yizhan took a deep breath, smiled, and his eyes suddenly fixed. He turned the heavy sword in his hand and held it tightly, "Then I can only fight three tops first."

"You are too arrogant..." Mu Sicheng had not yet finished his counterattack. The next second, Lu Yizhan disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Mu Sicheng.

Lu Yizhan swung his sword from bottom to top, and his sword blade had already reached Mu Sicheng's throat, who was completely unable to react. Mu Sicheng looked in shock at Lu Yizhan's eyes through the heavy sword as he swung the heavy sword at his fatal spot, and he couldn't help but feel the hair on his back shivering.

For a moment, Mu Sicheng had no intention of resisting at all. He was in a trance and trembling as he retreated with the heavy sword against his throat.

Those were a pair of extremely cold and dangerous eyes, which completely shattered the image of the always smiling, good-natured tactician in Mu Sicheng's mind. At this moment, the man who held the heavy sword against his throat was not as gentle as Wang Shun said.

What does it mean to not take action easily? What does it mean to protect the life and safety of every player on the game field? What does it mean to be a safety tactician?

It's all fake, a person like that can't have that kind of look.

This look was like... like... the look of a god who had judged and executed countless players and heretics, lost himself in a pool of blood, and then calmly found himself, his original intention, and his balance.

——It was like a look that had personally judged and executed him countless times.

The heavy sword was swung, and blood spurted out.

"Mu Sicheng, be careful!" Liu Jiayi shouted loudly, and at the critical moment she grabbed Mu Sicheng's hair and pulled his head back from the heavy sword, but Mu Sicheng's right hand was still chopped off.

Mu Sicheng leaned against the wall with his pupils dilated. He covered the wound on his right hand that was gushing with blood, and looked with trembling eyes at Lu Yizhan who was covered in blood in an instant.

The sword just now almost cut off his head.

"Who...are you?" Mu Sicheng asked in a trembling voice.

"Why are you suddenly asking this in the middle of a fight?" Lu Yizhan raised his head and smiled innocently. With his formal school uniform, he seemed like a high school student who really didn't know anything.

But the school uniform was now splattered with blood: Mu Ke's, Liu Jiayi's, Mu Sicheng's, and his own blood from the wound on his right shoulder.

"Let me think about it. I have many identities outside the game. Some people call me the prophet, some call me the judge who rebels against the gods, and some call me the captain." Lu Yizhan touched his chin and answered seriously. He smiled, "But I personally still prefer to be called Lu Yizhan. Lao Lu is also OK."

"But now in the game, I should only have one identity."

Lu Yizhan pulled out the heavy sword that was embedded in the ground with one hand. The wind blew his blood-stained hair and he smiled gently:

“That’s your opponent.”