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Chapter 702: Chapter 58: The Gap

The demon never came, but instead, more and more people gathered around the camp.

This should have been a good thing, but more people meant more chaos.

Intense gunfire erupted in the night sky, bullets zoomed through the air, causing invisible ripples.

It was unclear what had exactly happened, but it seemed a few people already had grudges before, and when they met, they started fighting, pulling nearby people into the brawl.

Everyone here, although appearing calm, was suppressing brutality within, like ticking time bombs ready to explode at any moment.

However, Su Changxing and his companion hid by the rocks at the camp’s edge, peeking at the scene inside the camp.

Qu Ping said assertively, "If more people start fighting later, we’ll just retreat first; otherwise, we might get caught up in it."

Su Changxing nodded in agreement.

Soon after, Buddha’s light spread across the sky above the camp, the Buddha Son appeared amidst the melee, calmly saying to the surrounding people, "This is a truce period, please stop fighting."

His voice was surprisingly loud, but nobody paid attention, and someone even charged toward him with a knife, blinded by rage, caring not for who he was.

But just as that person reached Buddha Son, his body suddenly halted, an incredulous look appeared on his face, and blood suddenly spurted from his chest, leaving a bowl-sized hole.

Yet, this alone wasn’t enough to stop those around from continuing.

"Don’t blame me for being impolite!" Buddha Son’s voice resonated as he said, his eyes shooting brilliant golden light, so intense that it tinged with red.

As if their bodies were punched through, seven or eight nearby people exploded in blood, with bowl-sized holes appearing in their heads, abdomens, and chests, then quietly collapsed to the ground, struggling with horrific moans.

Instantly, the camp went silent, eyes widening in disbelief at the eerie scene; after all, the Buddha Son’s displayed power was terrifying, effortlessly killing these people like squashing ants.

During this, the Buddha Son stood unmoving.

"Impressive, this strength is probably close to Tier Five." Qu Ping gasped, slowly speaking, "For such a monstrous existence to participate in the Slaughter Game, meant for newcomers, is truly shameless."

Su Changxing glanced at him, quietly saying, "You seem the same way."

Qu Ping replied confidently, "But I’m not strong; my strength probably doesn’t even rank in the top thousand."

Of course, this was only referring to his raw strength; as an old hand, Qu Ping was undoubtedly unmatched, whether in hidden methods or seasoned mentality.

Standing among the corpses, the Buddha Son, seeing these people not acting further, stopped as well. He closed his eyes, and the Buddha light vanished along with it, "Amitabha, I also truly don’t wish to kill, please don’t force me."

These words made those around tremble inwardly; really? Don’t wish to? Your killing is more proficient than anyone.

The Doomsday Sect Saintess in a black dress stood by the bonfire, smiling as she watched like a spectator: "You monk, killed as you wished, why bother explaining so much? Are you trying to disgust people?"

The Buddha Son’s face visibly twitched, slowly saying, "A monk doesn’t lie. Just because I say I don’t kill, doesn’t mean I don’t."

The Doomsday Sect Saintess scoffed, not debating with this monk further; with a wave of her hand, numerous thorns emerged from the ground, extending toward the corpses.

Soon, the bodies and blood disappeared completely, leaving only some items.

"Now it’s clean; it looks more pleasing this way." She exhaled, seemingly unable to deal with dirty things on the ground.

Carl, wearing a crown, seemed somewhat impatient, stood up, and said loudly, "What a hassle. Whoever dares to act rashly again will be killed immediately."

"Of course, those who acted just now, won’t be able to run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, visible cold air appeared around him, followed by a strong wind sweeping through the camp, carrying tiny ice particles.

The wind lasted for more than ten seconds, the remaining few turned into ice sculptures, with fine holes piercing through their bodies.

"Overestimating themselves, the weak should hide like mice, not flaunt themselves."

Carl hefted a Frost Giant Sword, striding toward the ice sculptures, swinging his sword, smashing one into pieces, the fragments falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

These people were ruthless, standing atop the Slaughter Game, ranking high in standings.

This massive disparity made many faces turn grim; before witnessing it, they might have had fantasies.

But now the reality was clear, forcing them to admit, these people were indeed far superior in strength.

Carl casually gnawed on the roasted meat in his hand, breaking the ice sculptures one by one, with a bit of nonchalance.

He glanced at Su Changxing and his companion hiding behind a rock not far away, seemingly recalling something, and chuckled.

After this ordeal, the camp’s participants quieted down completely, no longer thinking of causing trouble.

Seeing the few acting, Su Changxing was also startled; these people’s strength likely all reached Tier Five, and if it really came to a fight, he wouldn’t necessarily be a match, even if they got the plague.

The main thing was, he was just a Tier Seven Extraordinary; no matter how he strengthened, the ceiling was there.

He contemplated, needing to eliminate some of these people by the third stage, or else by the fourth stage, the columns would highlight the top seven.

Others would surely figure out he was the first, and likely suspect he was the one spreading the plague.

If it were just the Buddha Son, he wouldn’t fear, but if these people joined forces, he’d be out of options.

Besides, it seemed due to the plague and his vast point total from being first, these people already had intentions of banding together.

Even without this monster’s appearance, they would still choose to unite against Su Changxing, the one with massive points, the Great Demon King.

Yet, Su Changxing wasn’t all that mighty; the plague wasn’t something he could control, it was like he was a fox borrowing the tiger’s might.

Soon after.

The red light barrier shrank again, but since they were already near the center, there was no need to move.

"The monster hasn’t come yet, must be hunting other participants along the way; I saw several top fifty ranked ones just died," Qu Ping whispered to Su Changxing, observing their surroundings.