Chapter 50: More Than One Has a Peculiar Style

"Tsk, what a bizarre ability."

There were simply too many absurd aspects to the cowboy's power; Lu Li didn't even know where to begin complaining.

"Then let's say nothing at all. We must be cautious in our words and actions."

Li Guoping smiled as he delivered the final summary. "Anyway, this first match should be in the bag. We might as well start thinking about who the opponents will send next."

Lu Li: "..."

He somehow felt it wasn't entirely secure, especially right after Director Li finished speaking—that made him feel even less secure.

This flag was entirely too classic, just as classic as "I am already considering my next round opponent" or "I am already studying the MSI opponents."

Sure enough, Lu Li's premonition was soon verified.

That "Black Reaper" drew his gun with extreme confidence and fired, even emptying all six rounds of his revolver in a single breath.

At that moment, a contemptuous smile unconsciously crept onto the corner of his mouth.

He recalled the banners of his forebears; those were the glorious days of the rednecks!

It was his forebears who had taken down that preacher and the Black Panther!

It was his grandfathers who had severed the upward paths for the blacks!

It was his great-grandfathers in Tulsa who had extinguished the hopes of those blacks and broken their spines!

He had grown up listening to the heroic deeds of his elders, and so...

When he grew up, he became a state trooper.

During his fifteen years as a state trooper, his favorite thing to do was patrol the roads in his cruiser, secretly hoping a Blackman would resist arrest.

Of course, even if they didn't resist arrest, he would use his words to provoke a mistake, and then open fire.

In fifteen years, he had taken down a total of twenty-seven Blackmen.

Pity that later on, they were equipped with dash cams; after stepping out of line one day, he was reported by that hateful Blackman cop!

And so he spent a few years in the slammer.

He thought his glory days were gone for good, but right then and there, he awakened extraordinary powers!

And his extraordinary power had restored his glory!

The Black Reaper—he liked this nickname.

Once he finished off the fellow on the other side, he would surrender.

He still needed to keep an eye on that Chinese man.

According to the orders from above, if conditions permitted, he should find an opportunity to take him down!

Since the mastermind behind the urban legends could stir up such a massive catastrophe for his sake, what if he could seize this power for himself?

That would be terrifying.

Yet, as a Chinese superhuman, he would be very difficult to buy off.

Therefore, he must find an opportunity to slaughter him!

The ruler of the world could only be the Anglo-Saxon superior race!

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the expressions of those Chinese people.

He needed to observe carefully, and then find their flaws...

Yet, why were the expressions of those Chinese people... so strange?

The next instant, the sound of tearing air rang in his ears.

Then he smelled something burning.

The next moment, he lost consciousness forever.

Lu Li pointed at the charred corpse in the middle of the arena. "Is this guy's brain broken? He didn't even check the outcome after shooting?"

Faced with Lu Li's confusion, Pan Shuai fell silent for a long moment before forcibly explaining, "Probably because he's never missed before, so he trusted his ability too much. He just didn't expect that this time, the opponent wasn't a Blackman..."

"Then it's still unreliable." Lu Li shrugged. "It seems his ability is still determined by the opponent's actual status. If it worked according to his own thoughts—meaning as long as he thought the other person was a Blackman, the ability would take effect—that kind of power would actually be fierce."

"Ah, but speaking of which, what's going on with that little black guy? He can even summon fire. Does anyone remember any famous historical figures who were burned to death? The only one that comes to mind for me is Joan of Arc, but Joan of Arc was a woman, and this is clearly a man."

If it were the *Dark Souls* series, Lu Li would certainly know.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

Pan Shuai's expression shifted slightly. "I can roughly guess. This one should be Copernicus."

"Pfft..." Lu Li chuckled, launching into a merciless mockery of Pan Shuai. "Young Master Pan, Copernicus died of old age at seventy, alright? The one who was burned at the stake as a heretic for propagating heliocentrism was Bruno."

Just as he finished speaking, Pan Shuai looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Old Lu, have you been reading too much tabloid garbage? The one who was burned was obviously Copernicus."

Lu Li turned his head to look at Li Guoping.

Li Guoping nodded. "It's Copernicus."

Lu Li looked at Xing Tian next.

Xing Tian pondered for a few seconds. "Hard to say."

Lu Li: "..."

He understood.

Yet another world-view alteration reason, huh?

"Let's drop this for now, that Indian guy is up."

Lu Li shifted his attention back to the martial arts platform.

This time, the high-caste Indian stepped up.

Pan Shuai gasped softly. "I never expected he would be the second one..."

Lu Li was practically numb. Why did he have to look shocked at every single person who went up?

The crucial point was that the previous one was utterly ridiculous—not just the ability, but the death itself was completely nonsensical.

"Fine then, what's this guy's ability? Don't tell me it's Dalit-specific extermination."

"It's not that extreme. To a Brahmin, Dalits are untouchables; touching them and speaking to them makes them feel tainted, and they even hang bells on the Dalits' ankles so they can avoid them in advance. His ability couldn't possibly be that."

Pan Shuai's expression was dead serious. "His name is Salah Khan, and his ability is Word Spirit."

Lu Li grew a bit interested. "Whatever he says will definitely come true? That's a bit fierce."

Really that fierce? He didn't believe it.

This was almost on par with Miss Luo.

Of course, that was assuming Miss Luo only spoke instead of silently using her abilities, without needing passivity, and without relying on the combat strength of her physical body and demon true form.

"Not that exaggerated," Pan Shuai refuted Lu Li's thought. "It's just a buff. In other words, if he states a condition, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort while carrying it out.

"Of course, as a restriction, he must also state a side effect targeting himself. If he fails to accomplish what he stated, that side effect will take effect on him. The higher the buff he applies beforehand, the harsher the backlash of the debuff must be; otherwise, his ability cannot be activated.

"So even though many people know about his ability, he remains very difficult to deal with. After all, apart from his extraordinary power, he is also a martial artist, and one who has trained to the limits of the human body.

"It's starting!"

Lu Li snapped his head up! He saw that after stepping onto the platform, Salah Khan merely muttered a few words under his breath, yet everyone present heard the language clearly in their ears.

"Within three moves, this deity will take your life, or else I shall suffer incontinence and break my legs on the spot!"

Lu Li's mouth dropped open.

Holy shit! This guy is ruthless!

Ruthless in every sense of the word!

The next instant, Salah Khan's figure left in place gradually turned transparent, and then vanished!

Lu Li's pupils contracted violently!

It was simply that Salah Khan moved too fast, leaving afterimages on Lu Li's retina!

He hadn't even managed to see it clearly?!

This guy... is too terrifying!

Unless he activated the dream world in advance or struck first, Lu Li could be certain that even with a twenty-meter distance, he would be instantly vaporized by the opponent!

"The victor is decided!"

Before Pan Shuai's voice had even faded, the living corpse of Copernicus was already headless!

Lu Li hadn't caught his movements at all!

"So strong! Truly strong! Too strong!"

Lu Li couldn't help marveling. "At this level, I might not even need to take the stage. He alone could probably sweep the remaining nine opponents."

Pan Shuai nodded. "Indeed..."

Yet he still felt uneasy.

After all, judging by Lu Lü, whom they encountered at Old Sophora Village that night, the ones coming later might each be fiercer than the last.

After all, Copernicus's ability caused people to combust from the inside out out of thin air... he wasn't a combat-oriented type at all.

And its ability likely required looking directly at the opponent for a few seconds to activate, so as long as the speed was fast enough that it couldn't react, it posed almost no threat.

But the ones coming after might not be the same.

"That's a possibility, but don't lower your guard." Li Guoping remained steady and composed, as befitted a leader.

Xing Tian's expression grew increasingly ugly.

He really didn't want to go up.

Were all of these people monsters?!

Even the Indian guy up there was fiercer than the strongest person he had ever seen!

And that strongest person he had ever seen was still a whole tier stronger than his current self!

"Here they come! The opponent is sending their second!"

The expressions of the four-member Chinese group turned grave.

Because this second opponent was actually none other than the white-horsied, silver-speared Zhao Zilong!

Pan Shuai's expression was exceptionally anxious.

Although he greatly admired and revered Zilong, this was the critical moment of life and death for humanity!

At a time like this, they had to unite against the outsiders!

He needed to warn Salah Khan to be careful and not underestimate the enemy!

Yet before he could speak out, Salah Khan's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"If I fail to take your head within five moves, this deity shall commit suicide on the spot!"

The next instant, violent winds roared! The air seemed to twist!

An extreme collision! A thunderclap seemed to detonate directly in Lu Li's ears!

At that very moment, his mind went blank.

When he recovered, several seconds had already passed.

Enduring his tinnitus and the queasiness in his eyes, he looked up at the arena, only to see Salah Khan and Zhao Yun—who was mounted on a white horse—standing back-to-back, ten meters apart.

After a long moment, a plume of black mist erupted from Zhao Yun's body!

Yet its head was still firmly perched atop its neck!

"Hmph! This deity keeps his word!" With a cold snort, Salah Khan immediately slapped his own forehead with his palm!

Then he fell backward, kicked his legs, and instantly dropped dead on the spot!

Lu Li: "..."

This is damn well about the life and death of the entire world!

Are you guys pulling a prank or something?!

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