The only person that Shen Yicheng can input is that one person.
Chen Yi realized after Shen Yicheng was eliminated that Zhang Nan was never a fake; he was a survivor.
Zhang Nan fooled all the fake people, fooled Shen Yicheng, and fooled the other survivors, manipulating everyone at will.
The fact that they weren't pursued after being discovered heading towards the purification rune was likely part of Zhang Nan's plan. He needed someone to complete the task and obtain the purification rune, so he didn't exterminate them. At the same time, Zhang Nan didn't want too many people involved. He drastically reduced the number of players to speed up the game's progress while simultaneously feigning a mistake and letting them go.
Because of his false identity, someone will eventually discover it, and then he will be in a passive position.
Only then did Chen Yi realize how terrifying Zhang Nan was, and she also understood Shen Yicheng's heavy heart. He, a survivor, could make the fake people believe him, and he could also make the survivors believe that he was a fake person.
Zhang Nan smiled, revealing her white teeth. When she met Shen Yicheng's gaze, her clear and beautiful eyes were full of sarcasm, as if she were saying to Shen Yicheng, "You really don't learn your lesson. You've been fooled so many times, and you still fall for it."
Shen Yicheng's clenched fist was so tight that his fingernails were stained with a faint trace of blood. In his eyes, Zhang Nan was like a well-fed and playful cat, lazily watching the mouse struggling in his palm. In Zhang Nan's eyes, he was probably that mouse.
If the first time he discovered that Zhang Nan's martial arts skills were no weaker than his own made him feel uncomfortable, this time, it was the other party's relentless mockery of his intelligence that instantly filled him with humiliation.
If last time he wasn't completely shattered by Zhang Nan and still had the desire to compete with her, this time it brought a sense of humiliation that left him feeling suffocated and powerless, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Even though his opponent didn't seem strong, he was defeated time and time again. From being deceived and then defeated at the beginning, to being defeated even when he was on guard, Shen Yicheng felt helpless. He felt like he couldn't escape Zhang Nan's grasp. The feeling of being completely controlled by his opponent made Shen Yicheng feel even more suffocated.
But the resentment deep within Shen Yicheng was followed by an urgent desire to become stronger. He hated this feeling of being dominated and controlled. All the previous glories and praise now felt like slaps to his face. His past complacency and carefree attitude, relying on his talent, seemed like a joke. He had to become stronger, much stronger! When they met again, he wouldn't lose to Zhang Nan again! Never!
As Shen Yicheng walked out of the competition venue, the sun was still hanging in the blue sky, and the spring breeze was gentle, but his heart felt as if it were buried in a snow-capped mountain.
Influenced by his family, he wanted to become a glorious warrior from a young age. He learned various fighting skills from his parents and brother from childhood. But at some point, he gradually became lax, and he couldn't seem to find the reason.
Perhaps it was his superiority over his peers, or perhaps it was the praise from the adults around him, that made him slowly forget how hard he had worked to obtain his so-called "talent." The applause around him made him uproot himself, float in the air, look down on those who had their roots firmly planted in the ground and worked hard, and believe that his talent had already been predetermined.
But he had forgotten how he used to cry his eyes out when he couldn't do well in his studies as a child. Shen Yicheng hadn't thought about that child hidden deep in his memory for a long time. That cowardly child who cried under the covers at night—if he hadn't met Zhang Nan, he might never have remembered that child in his life. He would have continued with his carelessness and contempt, only to pay the price one day.
Shen Yicheng stopped and looked back at the competition venue. His anger from before had subsided. Perhaps he should thank Zhang Nan instead—no, he wouldn't thank that despicable guy. Maybe he could tell his grandfather when he got back that there was such a promising talent, but his thinking wasn't quite right, and he needed to work on him.
This show is just so-so, nothing interesting.
After finishing his reflections, Shen Yicheng resumed his carefree demeanor and followed the other eliminated contestants and staff backstage.
Zhang Nan was unaware of Shen Yicheng's many thoughts at this moment. If he had known, he would have only found it nauseating and disgusting. Looking at the remaining number of people on the field, he felt he could speed things up a bit; he didn't really want to stay up all night tonight.
As Zhang Nan thought about it, she looked at Chen Yi. Of course, it would be better to have only one prop.
Zhang Nan instructed several imposters to sacrifice themselves to corrupt the altar, ideally rendering it completely unusable.
Several of the imposters hesitated. There were only a dozen or so people left on the field, and at this point, the imposters outnumbered the survivors. None of them wanted to continue sacrificing themselves.
Zhang Nan didn't waste any words and eliminated all the hesitant people. Holding the God-Slaying Tool, he coldly swept his gaze over the others.
Several cowardly hypocrites have already moved toward the altar.
However, some hypocrites have different ideas.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. We outnumber the survivors now, so let's eliminate the other survivors first."
Other fake people also stood behind this person, and the square was suddenly divided into three camps: a survivor camp, a camp of other fake people, and the last one was Zhang Nan alone.
"Humans are always greedy and desire what they don't have, and they never know satisfaction."
As soon as Zhang Nan finished speaking, several more fakes were eliminated, bringing the ratio of fakes to survivors back to nearly 1:1.
The fake man in the lead was starting to panic. Zhang Nan could dodge his attacks, but Zhang Nan could always eliminate a fake man with a single shot. If this continued, the fence-sitters behind him would definitely switch sides to Zhang Nan again.
Chen Yi and the other survivors watched from the sidelines. She noticed that Zhang Nan was intentionally maintaining a 1:1 ratio between the two sides. Zhang Nan could have eliminated all the survivors or fake people, but the other side did not, seemingly forcing the fake people and survivors to comply.
This is probably another step by the other side, using this high-sounding reason to maintain the balance. She boldly guessed that once the balance was unbalanced, it might trigger a mechanism, and it would definitely be a large-scale mechanism that Zhang Nan could not completely deal with.
Should they both suffer losses, or should they let things develop in Zhang Nan's direction?
Chen Yi made a decision on the spot, took out the god-slaying artifact, and attacked the fake man.
As expected, Zhang Nan, who had already stopped firing, glanced at Chen Yi, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Nan turned his gun and aimed it at the survivor, and the contestants in the square began to flee in panic.
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