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Chapter 813: Chapter 322: Whoever Surrenders, Kills Themselves!!

Lei Meng’s face was flushed with excitement. He tore off his expensive combat suit jacket, and jumped onto a chair, shirtless, wildly waving his clothes, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Go! Kill them! One against seven! I’ve never seen something so thrilling in my life!! Hahaha!!"

Liu San watched from the side, dumbfounded, wanting to intervene but not daring to.

Chu Kuanglan stealthily took out his phone, aiming his camera precisely at the shirtless Lei Meng hopping on the chair, his grin stretching to his ears, calculating how many lavish meals this precious video could extort in the future.

Jiang Wei’s red eyes under the hood glanced over Lei Meng, then swept across Chu Kuanglan’s phone screen.

A hint of helplessness flickered in her clear eyes.

Subsequently, her gaze penetrated the clamor once again, looking toward the depths of the clouds, her elegant brows furrowing even tighter.

...

On the arena.

Seven substantial killing intents firmly locked onto the central Fang Qingyu.

As the leader of the Five Floating Massacres, Shui Lu stepped forward slowly.

The scraping of the bone armor produced a teeth-grinding noise.

From beneath his spinal bone mask came a low, hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping:

"Kid, how do you want to die?"

He raised his hand covered with sharp bone claws, pointing one by one to his companions, his tone carrying a cruel, teasing amusement like a cat playing with a mouse:

"All five of us are very skilled in a type of torture."

"Shui Lu... likes to crush an opponent’s skull inch by inch, listening to the crunching sound, watching the brain matter seep through the fingers..."

"Bone Picker... enjoys using finger knives to extract the opponent’s bones one by one from their flesh, leaving not a trace of meat on the bones..."

"..."

"Considering your bravery..."

He paused, his blood-red eyes staring deathly at Fang Qingyu.

"I can let you choose your way to die."

In the center of the arena.

Fang Qingyu listened, with not a hint of fear in his eyes.

Instead... as if he heard something extremely boring.

He shook his head ever so slightly.

The gesture carried a trace of... regret?

Then.

A calm voice pierced through the thick, bloody killing intent, ringing out clearly:

"I’m sorry about that."

Fang Qingyu tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the five of Shui Lu, speaking with a tone as indifferent as stating a fact:

"Your death methods..."

"You won’t have the choice."

The eyes beneath Shui Lu’s mask turned icy cold in an instant.

The murderous aura from the other four massacres also surged abruptly.

Right at this critical moment.

Fang Qingyu seemed to suddenly remember something, speaking again.

His voice wasn’t loud.

But it carried a strange penetrating power.

Instantly overwhelming the cacophony of the whole scene, clearly reaching the ears of Shui Lu and all members of the Desolate Bone Corps:

"But why don’t we... agree on a prerequisite first?"

Prerequisite?

Shui Lu’s blood-red pupils narrowed slightly, with a hint of vigilance and inquiry.

"What prerequisite do you want to talk about?"

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s melted gold pupils, a sliver of cold amusement quietly spread.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Extended his index finger.

Under the watchful eyes of countless gaze.

Very casually...

Pointed at Shui Lu.

Then pointed at the other six members of the Desolate Bone Corps.

Then.

A voice so calm it made one’s heart skipped a beat.

Echoed throughout the scene:

"Whoever surrenders..."

"Commits suicide."

The impact of this sentence.

Even far exceeded Fang Qingyu’s earlier statement to fight them all.

The entire arena instantly fell into a more frenzied uproar.

"Suicide?! Bloody hell! Playing this big?!"

"No life, no retreat! This is a true death match! Even the road to a cowardly survival by surrendering is completely blocked!"

"Crazy! They’ve all gone crazy! Today’s ticket is worth it! Totally worth it!!"

"Do the Desolate Bone Corps dare to accept?! Not accepting means they’re cowards! If they accept, they must fight to the death!"

"Accept! Desolate Bone Corps! Don’t be cowards! Kill him!!"

"Mask guy! I salute you as a true man!!!"

In the Desolate Bone Corps area.

The face of Gu Yan, covered by a complete skull mask, showed an extremely subtle fluctuation for the first time.

In the depths of those deep eye sockets, a cold anger flashed briefly.

Then transformed into a deeper indifference.

On the arena.

Shui Lu’s body visibly stiffened for a moment.

The blood-red pupils under the mask staring fixatedly at Fang Qingyu.

As if trying to see through this outrageously arrogant guy thoroughly.

The air solidified for a few seconds.

Then.

"Heh... hehe..."

A low, hoarse laughter emanated from beneath Shui Lu’s spinal bone mask.

The laughter grew louder and more manic, filled with an indescribable ferocity and murderous intent.

"Good... good... good!"

Shui Lu repeated the word "good" thrice.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

He suddenly raised his head.

In his blood-red pupils remained only pure killing intent.

His hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat:

"Then as you wish!!"

As soon as the words fell.

The five already poised members of the Desolate Bone Slaughter on the arena, along with the two slightly weaker members.

Boom!!!

Seven violent dark red Qi Blood smokes simultaneously shot skyward.

Like seven bloody beacons, instantly enveloping the entire arena in a layer of eerie red glow.

No probing, no reservation.

As they made their move, it was the most synchronized encirclement and slaughter.

Shui Lu charged directly forward!

His right fist covered with sharp bone claws suddenly ballooned, dark red Qi Blood like burning magma swirling around it, with piercing whistles breaking through the air, aimed straight at Fang Qingyu’s face.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a wailing like ghost cries.

The other four simultaneously split into four positions.

Assaulting Fang Qingyu from different directions.

While the other two members fell to the back.

Sealing off Fang Qingyu’s possible escape routes.

Seven men!

Five entirely different yet perfectly coordinated attacks.