The woman sitting at the bar held a glass of red wine. Her long black hair was tied up, and beneath her red evening gown, two fair legs were quite eye-catching.
The Arms Queen, Bai Lu!
In Bai Ye's previous life, he and Bai Lu were known as the Twin Whites of the Eastern District.
They had many similarities.
For instance, both their surnames were Bai!
For instance, both of them pursued the path of mechanical technology.
For instance, in the later stages of the World Battlefield, both of them were active in a futuristic technological zone called the "Eastern District."
However, the Twin Whites of the Eastern District were not on good terms. At that time, Bai Ye and Bai Lu frequently clashed over missions in the Eastern District.
"An old rival, then?"
Bai Ye curled his lips, then shifted his gaze from Bai Lu to the胖子 eating at the dining table.
Crimson Ghost, Michael Macquarri!
Perhaps sensing Bai Ye's gaze, Macquarri raised his food and gestured towards Bai Ye, as if greeting him, or perhaps offering a gesture of goodwill.
This guy looked harmless, but Bai Ye knew he was a formidable opponent. He hailed from the notorious organization Cang Long Hui and was one of its six regional captains, ranking among the top ten in terms of strength within the organization.
However, Bai Ye's interactions with Macquarri were limited in his previous life. After a brief glance, he shifted his attention to a blonde man on the other side.
The Villain, Alexander Garland!
If Macquarri looked harmless, then Garland was the opposite extreme. He exuded a strong aura of "stay away." What was interesting was that Garland was also one of the six regional captains of Cang Long Hui, holding a similar status and comparable strength to Macquarri.
Yet, at this moment, Macquarri and Garland had no interaction between them, seemingly not knowing each other?
This was quite an interesting observation, but Bai Ye paid it little mind, instead shifting his gaze to a sofa booth on the other side.
Blazing Fire Phoenix, Situ Chi Cheng!
Clad in a plain white Taoist robe, his hair was tied up with a jade crown. A flying sword in a crimson scabbard was slung across his back, and a jade pendant shaped like a sword hung from his waist.
This guy was also an old rival.
In Bai Ye's previous life, Situ Chi Cheng was also a powerful figure who survived to the later stages of the World Battlefield, known as the Blazing Fire Phoenix. His Great Sun Blazing Heaven Sword was considered the strongest fire-attribute flying sword on the World Battlefield. Wherever he appeared, his flames would scorch miles around; he was exceptionally ferocious.
At that time, Bai Ye had clashed with Situ Chi Cheng many times, each battle being a closely contested one.
This brought a sense of nostalgia to Bai Ye as he saw these familiar faces again.
However, he had no idea about the origins of the other four. Not every once-powerful individual could remain so indefinitely.
Moreover, with a second chance, many things could change.
"What if I just killed these four guys right here..." Bai Ye thought maliciously, "then the former Arms Queen, Crimson Ghost, The Villain, and Blazing Fire Phoenix would cease to exist, wouldn't they?"
Ding!
As Bai Ye pondered, the elevator door behind him suddenly opened, and a man stepped out.
Bai Ye instinctively turned his head, and both men froze, staring at each other.
"Damn it!"
Half a minute later, Bai Ye cursed first and swept a leg towards the other man.
The fellow who had stepped out of the elevator was none other than...
Li Jia Yi!
Li Jia Yi's reaction was also swift. Feeling a gust of wind approaching his face, he quickly raised his arm to block.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Li Jia Yi took Bai Ye's kick head-on and was forced back, while Bai Ye pressed his advantage, not giving Li Jia Yi a chance to recover. He lunged forward with another step.
Bai Ye moved too quickly, and Li Jia Yi hadn't even managed to steady himself. Thus, this time, Li Jia Yi failed to block Bai Ye's punch. He took a solid blow to the chest and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Ptooey!" Li Jia Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorting with ferocity as Bai Ye prepared to charge again. He roared, "Qian Kun Ri Yue Lun!"
In an instant, twin wheels, the sun and moon, appeared above Li Jia Yi, emitting a vast expanse of brilliant silver light that descended towards Bai Ye.
Bai Ye knew the power of this artifact. Lacking his Hexagonal Prism Shield now, he dared not meet it head-on and quickly pushed off the ground, leaping backward.
Rumble!
The next moment, the sun and moon wheels struck the ground with a thunderous roar, gouging a hole in the surface.
"Ning Shuang, Control Sword!"
Not to be outdone, Bai Ye immediately unleashed the Ning Shuang sword, transforming it into a streak of light. Just then...
Clap, clap...
Clear applause suddenly rang out, drawing the attention of both Bai Ye and Li Jia Yi.
At the front of the banquet hall, two staircases led to a small balcony on the second floor. An old man in a suit stood there, his hands behind his back.
"Gentlemen, if you wish to fight, please do so after the Twelve Great Battles commence," the old man said with a smile to Bai Ye and Li Jia Yi. "Besides, everyone has already assembled. I don't think this is the time for haste."
Everyone is here?
Bai Ye remembered he was the ninth to arrive, and Li Jia Yi was the tenth. Who were the remaining two?
Bai Ye looked up ahead. Indeed, all twelve participants were present. On the other side of the banquet hall, there was a second elevator, and a man and a woman were standing by its entrance. They must have just arrived.
The old man continued, "You have all received your identities. From now on, you will fight for the zodiac animal you belong to. There are no time limits, no weapon restrictions, and no ability restrictions. The only rule is to kill, kill, and kill again. Use every means possible to eliminate the others, and when only one person remains alive, that person is the victor."
As the old man spoke, he produced a remote control.
The curtains on the side of the banquet hall were drawn back, revealing a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
"This entire district has been completely cleared. You are free to fight within it, but do not leave the designated area. Every hour, a list of survivors will be announced on the electronic display boards, and every hour, the location of one participant will be randomly revealed. When a victor emerges, they may proceed to that broadcast television tower..."
The old man pointed to the window. It was a very tall television broadcast tower, standing out amidst the surrounding buildings, easily recognizable.
"I will be there to welcome the victor and grant your wish," the old man declared, then surveyed the room. "Does anyone have any further questions?"
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