As soon as Li Yisheng finished speaking, a servant took out an incense stick and lit it.
As wisps of smoke rose, several figures rushed onto the arena and began to fight.
A rough-looking man wielded two meteor hammers, creating a whooshing sound as he forced one man to retreat.
The effeminate man, wielding a curved sword, joined the battle. Instead of fighting the rough man, he teamed up with him to eliminate the other man.
After exchanging dozens of moves, the two separated to find their own opponents. Then, the scene from before repeated itself, and everyone else was eliminated except for them.
The two chuckled, their unspoken understanding unspoken.
The audience was stunned. Who could believe that the two who almost came to blows earlier were now working together in perfect harmony to beat up the others?
Lin Yu clicked his tongue. Clearly, the conflict between the two was a staged performance to put on a show for others, an attempt to sabotage someone.
That's fucking black!
Many people in the audience couldn't stand it anymore and rushed up to attack them.
The audience eagerly awaited their elimination, expecting the two to be quickly eliminated. Unexpectedly, the two unleashed their full power, striking with lightning speed.
In a short time, people broke bones and tumbled off the stage, and soon all those who rushed up were eliminated.
Based on their actions, Lin Yu roughly judged their strength to be level 7-8, not particularly strong.
The rough-looking man chuckled, his nostrils flared, and shouted:
"Who else? Get up here right now!"
"What, are you all scared? Bah! A bunch of cowards, do you think you're worthy of marrying Miss Li?"
The audience went wild.
"My horse, I'm so angry, I really want to punch it!"
"Heavens! I can't believe that the naturally beautiful and pitiful Miss Li will end up marrying such a vulgar man. Heaven is so unfair!"
"Is there any hero who can go up and finish him off?"
...
On the arena, the rough-looking man and the effeminate man looked down at each other with disdain, drawing a lot of hatred from everyone around them.
Even Li Yisheng, who usually had a gentle smile, couldn't help but frown repeatedly at this moment.
Inside a house behind Li Yisheng, a corner of the curtain was lifted, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes that looked on with tender affection and anticipation.
Lin Yu clearly captured this scene.
Following the woman's gaze, Lin Yu looked at a young man in the crowd.
"Interesting." Lin Yu chuckled, a guess forming in his mind.
At this moment, several heroes finally rushed onto the stage to deal with the rough man and his companions. The two sides engaged in fierce combat, with the clanging of metal echoing throughout the arena.
The audience began to cheer for the heroes, but before long, one by one, the heroes were knocked off the stage.
"Haha! They're all trash, not one of them can fight!" The rough man laughed wildly.
Li Yisheng's face was grim, and he said in a deep voice:
"Half an incense stick's time has passed. Anyone else who wants to compete, please come up on stage as soon as possible!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" More than a dozen figures rushed forward. Some of them had been observing, seemingly trying to figure out the two men's moves, but now they decided to take the plunge.
Among these people were a man and a woman whom Lin Yu considered competitors.
The man and woman were very cunning. The man hid in the crowd and fired shots from time to time, making it impossible to defend against. Several people were eliminated by him.
The woman secretly cast a spell, and arcs of electricity flashed, numbing many people.
Lin Yu was secretly puzzled. This man and woman had a clear objective. Instead of attacking the two masters, the rough-looking man and the effeminate man, they were helping them deal with the others.
This is very abnormal.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Yu decided to go on stage and meet them.
At this moment, demons were dancing wildly on the arena, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
As soon as Lin Yu stepped onto the stage, two bullets were fired at him with a sly smile. A man hiding in the crowd was shooting at Lin Yu from the shadows.
Can Lin Yu tolerate this?
"Clang!" Lin Yu quickly swung his sword, slicing through the bullets, and glared at the man with the black gun.
The man with the black gun shuddered, feeling as if he were facing a boss in a dungeon, which filled him with doubt and uncertainty.
However, on second thought, this is only a C-level dungeon after all, so there shouldn't be any particularly terrifying bosses. Besides, it's a non-death dungeon, so even if you get killed, you'll be resurrected outside.
So what's there to be afraid of?
So he fired two more shots at Lin Yu and gave him the middle finger.
This time, Lin Yu chose to hide in front of a guy and pretend to fight him. Then, the guy was shot in the back.
The bullet pierced his armor and embedded itself in his flesh.
The man screamed in pain, then roared in anger:
"Who's so inconsiderate? What kind of hero attacks from behind?"
The man turned around, wanting to see who had used a hidden weapon against him. Then, Lin Yu stabbed him in the back and kicked him off the stage.
Brother: "!!!"
Lin Yu smiled at the man with the black gun, revealing his snow-white teeth.
But then Lin Yu casually swung his sword, and with a "whoosh," sword energy surged forth, transforming into countless small swords, each about an inch long, layered upon each other, forming a gear that spun and flew out, passing over the crowd and heading straight for the man with the black gun.
This is the skill Lin Yu has just learned—the Sword Wheel.
The man with the black gun paled in horror. Just as he was about to flee, the sword wheel was already upon him. Its irresistible sharpness made him tremble all over!
The man with the black gun opened his mouth as if to say something, but the next second, he was strangled to death by the sword wheel.
[You have received real damage +50 +50 + ...]
The man with the black gun was stunned. True damage? How could a C-rank dungeon have such a powerful boss?
This doesn't make sense!
The man with the black gun vanished in a streak of light.
Although he could be resurrected, the feeling of death was no different from the real thing. The black-gun man's face twitched from the pain, and he turned deathly pale.
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