Luo Hongxia listened to Wu Zhangshan's account without expression.
A single beast can kill countless people; the merit of killing it is enough to offset the sin of killing someone.
However, this is from the perspective of the overall situation.
For Wu Zhangshan, all he saw was his enemy reappearing in Kaitian City.
This is a difference in perspective brought about by different heights. Luo Hongxia can only sympathize with Wu Zhangshan, but going against the taboo is still a capital offense!
It cannot be offset!
Because the genetic experiments involved intelligent beasts capable of destroying humanity, it was a matter of great importance to the entire Nine Cities, and a sin that no individual could atone for.
Looking at the silent group, Wu Zhangshan joked, "You don't need to worry. You are the future pillars of Kaitian City. Your families and friends will be well protected. You won't encounter a situation like mine."
"What kind of shitty rules are these! Is Luo Hongxia senile?!" Qi Jie cursed, without considering that someone might be watching.
Wang Xiaopang sighed helplessly, perhaps even without Lao Fan, he would have been another Wu Zhangshan.
Shangwu closed his eyes, but when he opened them, there was not a trace of sympathy in them.
Wu Zhangshan may have his reasons, but the fact remains that the Creation Cult attempted to harm Xu Ruiling, and he could not possibly have any goodwill towards the Creation Cult.
Ye Bufan shook his head and remained silent.
He can't change anything now, but perhaps one day in the future he will remember Wu Zhangshan's words and do something about it.
They were chatting leisurely, which completely baffled the candidates behind them.
What's going on with them?
"They seem to be chatting?"
"Are they members of the Creation Cult? Isn't that a cult? How can they start a conversation so easily?"
"It's not as terrifying as rumored. Could it be just a showpiece?"
"Make a move?"
Some candidates looked at each other in silence and walked forward quietly.
If we continue to wait, wouldn't their long pursuit be completely pointless?
"It seems like it's almost time," Wu Zhangshan reminded him, raising an eyebrow.
Ye Bufan turned his head and, gripping his fist, asked, "Are you going to stop us?"
Why didn't you stop them?
Wu Zhangshan stood up and raised an eyebrow: "You guys are all geniuses. Wouldn't it be interesting if you were eliminated here?"
"What a twisted sense of humor," Shangwu said coldly.
"I'm about to die, so naturally I have to find some fun."
Wu Zhangshan revealed his mutated body and raised his hand, saying, "If you want to get over here, beat me down first."
Ye Bufan gave Shang Wu a look, and the next second he rushed up and punched him in the head.
"I already told you, my defense is very high!"
Wu Zhangshan made no attempt to defend himself, instead swinging his hand back at Ye Bufan's chest. His mutated hand was like a hammer, and being hit by it would be quite painful.
"Thanks to you all, I have plenty of experience fighting cultists!"
Ye Bufan dodged to the side, but his fist instead struck Wu Zhangshan in the chest.
bite!
Sparks flew, but Ye Bufan's attack only left a white mark on his chest, failing to penetrate it.
Just as Wu Zhangshan was about to launch an attack while Ye Bufan's attack had failed, Ye Bufan suddenly shouted.
"Yu Rui!"
I turned around abruptly, and a familiar gaze flashed by—the eyes I vaguely remembered from when I was drunk.
With a thud, Wu Zhangshan collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.
Ye Bufan looked at Yu Rui's scythe with envy; it was definitely a weapon made by a high-level alien beast!
"Stop dawdling, Shangwu can't be stopped."
Qi Jie took a step, glanced at Wu Zhangshan one last time, and rushed towards the island.
Ye Bufan did not hesitate and continued their escape journey.
There were more people who didn't want them to make it to the third round than they imagined, and many teams on the island were also harboring the same idea, putting them in a situation where they were surrounded by enemies.
Just when Wang Xiaopang was about to be eliminated, Ye Bufan stepped forward, broke through to the third level, and led the group to break through the encirclement.
The suppression from two third-tier martial artists has already caused many examinees to abandon the idea of eliminating them.
After all, in the third round, not only the top player receives a reward, but all the top 100 players also receive different rewards.
Once this idea took hold, the pursuing test-takers secretly began targeting those around them to accumulate their own points.
Qi Jie, with his sharp eyes, directly scolded them for being disloyal, which resulted in them starting an internal conflict, allowing Ye Bufan and the others to completely escape the predicament of being surrounded and chased.
More than ten hours passed, and the final moment of this assessment had arrived.
Ye Bufan and his companions were sitting by the roadside, leisurely watching Qi Jie begin his performance.
Shang Wu and Ye Bufan have both broken through to the third rank, leaving only Yu Rui and Qi Jie who have not yet broken through.
Qi Jie was naturally not going to accept this, especially since he was the only one who hadn't made a breakthrough in front of Yu Rui; wouldn't that be a loss of face?
So when they encountered another believer, Qi Jie waved his hand and said he would face him alone.
"Is it really necessary..."
Wang Xiaopang, the only first-level martial artist, spoke up quietly.
"Don't interfere! I'll handle him myself!"
Shangwu remained silent, and no one wanted to get involved.
The cultist standing in front of Qi Jie was dressed in dark, oily skin and also possessed defensive properties.
Qi Jie swung the baseball bat and reminded, "If you have any last words, say them quickly."
The Black-skinned cultist remained silent, his eyes filled with murderous intent, clearly indicating that he was not of the same character as Wu Zhangshan.
That's perfect.
Qi Jie felt relieved and could proceed without any worries!
Bang!
The baseball bat slammed into the cultist, but veered off course and crashed to the ground.
The believer's skin was so slippery it looked as if it had been coated with oil!
"What the hell is that?"
Bending down to dodge the cultist's punch, Qi Jie stepped back and looked at the baseball bat with a puzzled expression.
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