Ye Zi's first step is to capture someone so that she can experience the allure of the One-Legged Bronze Man weapon. The target will definitely be the one with the most serious crimes.
Among the thirty men who attacked him, the tallest and strongest was a black man. While enduring the attacks from the others, Ye Zi grabbed the black man's fist with one hand, pulled him close, and then threw him over her shoulder.
The black man successfully became a weapon in Ye Zi's hands, but the position where he was currently being held was still his wrist.
The over-the-shoulder throw was very effective; both sticks were hit squarely and died on the spot.
The black man who was used as a weapon didn't have it easy either. Ye Zi's over-the-shoulder throw was not easy to withstand. After being thrown, the black man immediately fell into a dazed state.
Before he could react, Ye Zi grabbed his wrist and swung him around.
It has to be said that these people are incredibly stubborn. Not only were they ordered to come and test Ye Zi, but most of them are genuinely capable.
Ye Zi stepped onto the arena to compete. Although she didn't use her full strength, she definitely used 20% of her power. She also had the burly black man in her hand as a weapon.
The sweeping attack was actually caught by someone.
While it's true that living people can't compare to real one-legged bronze figures, it also shows that these people were indeed quite skilled.
Two burly men, one black and one white, were holding off the black man's legs held by Ye Zi, while several allies behind them also provided support.
The attack was blocked, but the leaf's attack wasn't limited to just this one type.
With the human weapon blocked, Ye Zi took a step forward, using her right foot as support, and raised her left leg to deliver a whip kick to the abdomen of the two who had blocked the attack.
The two men are still holding onto the black man's legs, which are being used as weapons, while his abdomen has no defenses other than his abdominal muscles.
The immense impact caused both of them to cough up a mist of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The burly men who were acting as support were also thrown back by the impact.
Ye Zi took another step forward, reaching the black man's legs, and grabbed his ankle to begin her attack.
You've seen the Hulk smashing Loki, right? It's not exactly the same, but it's a perfect replica.
The only difference is that Loki didn't have anyone to take down with him, while the Black man did.
In the middle of the ring, a black man was jumping around, and every time he landed, someone was crushed to death. The black man, who weighed two or three hundred pounds, would be heavy enough to ordinary people, but in Ye Zi's hands, he was just so-so.
After all, Ye Zi's conventional weapon, the tungsten steel mace, weighs 500 pounds each, while the black man in her hand is not even half the weight of the tungsten steel mace, but his attack coverage area is much larger than that of the tungsten steel mace.
Black people are already corpses, so when they are thrown at people, the effect is less than when they are alive.
Because when you're alive, your muscles will automatically tense up to provide some protection against impacts, but once you're dead, this effect is lost.
Between a black and hard lump and a soft, mushy one, the black and hard one is definitely more powerful.
While the onlookers were enjoying the spectacle, a chill ran down their spines. It wasn't the first time they'd seen people used as weapons, but this was the first time they'd seen it done so easily.
They had all witnessed Ye Zi's battle during the last competition. Compared to Ye Zi wielding a weapon and Ye Zi using a black corpse as a weapon, they all felt that Ye Zi wielding a weapon looked easier to deal with.
In less than five minutes, the black man was left with only one leg in Ye Zi's hands; the rest of his body had flown away.
But only Ye Zi could stand in the ring.
After catching her breath, Ye Zi threw away the black man's thigh, kicked aside a corpse, revealing an East Asian man who was already unconscious, but judging from his height and appearance, he was a Japanese soldier.
How to tell if someone is a Japanese soldier or a Korean soldier? It's very simple: Japanese soldiers are short and look lewd no matter how you look at them.
Koreans are all about the same height, but they're generally not good-looking. If you see a handsome guy, you should take a closer look to see if he's had any plastic surgery. If he is, then he's Korean.
The person in front of me, though unconscious, was clearly a Japanese soldier, not only because he was short and lewd, but also because he was wearing ninja-style night clothes.
Whether he was knocked unconscious by chance or deliberately used this method to escape death, once he stepped onto this stage, only Ye Zi would leave alive.
With a kick, half of the Japanese soldier's head was crushed. Ye Zi turned around, and after the system detected that there were no survivors, she looked at the more than twenty boxes around her.
This is all money; he earned it through hard work acting.
He bent down and pulled several belts from the corpses, strung all the boxes together, and then dragged the string of boxes away from the arena.
At this point, no one would continue the competition, so asking would be pointless.
Ye Zi dragged more than twenty suitcases past where Wu Dongheng and the others were, gave James a friendly look, and then walked toward the plane.
Wu Dongheng counted the boxes Ye Zi had dragged away, then turned to James and said:
"You guys have a lot of stubborn people, which is commendable, but it's all for naught. I'm going to win this competition."
What do you plan to do after losing your job?
Wu Dongheng continued to provoke James. The bet had already been set, and James showed no intention of raising it. During Ye Zi's match in the arena earlier, Wu Dongheng had repeatedly tried to provoke James into increasing the bet, but to no avail.
Ye Zi dragged her suitcase past. Wu Dongheng made a final effort, using his unemployment as bait to provoke James, hoping that James would get carried away and increase the stakes.
But James remained unmoved.
Seeing that James made no comment, Wu Dongheng sighed inwardly. It seemed that Ye Zi was putting a lot of pressure on them. He then closed the suitcase, left with a disdainful expression, and got up to leave.
What Wu Dongheng didn't know was that it wasn't that James didn't want to increase the stakes, but that he couldn't afford to.
James went to great lengths to defeat Ye Zi, using every resource he could muster.
Small countries like Pakistan and North Korea were capable of participating in this competition, but they didn't, and neither did Russia.
It's fair to say that 70% of the participants in this competition were recruited by James.
The remaining 30% consisted of the elite forces of various allied factions.
With so many spots available, James will have to foot the bill.
Some might think that James isn't stupid, and that such a game is meaningless.
However, compared to the stakes held by Wu Dongheng, the stakes that James put out were worth less than one percent of the stakes.
James's bets were mostly on cultural relics and antiques looted from China before the founding of the People's Republic. These items were priceless in the eyes of the Chinese, but in the eyes of others, they were just so-so.
When making a bet, adding a zero turns something that was originally one million Chinese dollars into ten million, but James converted the Chinese dollars into US dollars.
The artifact, worth one million Chinese dollars, instantly became ten million US dollars, its value increasing dozens of times. But Wu Dongheng had to admit it; otherwise, they wouldn't use it as a bet.
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