Chapter 51: Everything Is Effeminate!

Chapter 51
Everyone is a Sissy!

Despair.
Lu Li was completely in despair over this world.
He had been full of confidence initially.
After all, in his understanding, out of the world’s billions of people, there were countless transcendents. Moreover, transcendents bolstered by modern technology were definitely stronger than those ancient figures by more than a single dimension!
Besides, these were the elites selected from the entire globe!
And yet, this was the result?
One Blackman Hunter got counter-killed by a white living corpse that had been roasted into a little charred figure.
The other Indian guy was even more of a textbook cliché!
Why are you so honest? You said you would commit suicide if you couldn't take him down in five moves, and you actually went ahead and killed yourself!
Though that ability was absurd enough.
Lu Li had never seen such an honest Indian before.
He had a friend in foreign trade who said that Indians were crafty and cunning, possessing not only the kind of petty cleverness that could be seen through at a glance, but also a penchant for reneging on debts!
That was why his foreign trade friends either refused orders from Indians or demanded full payment upfront before shipping.

Sighing, Lu Li asked, "So who's going up next?"
He glanced at the foreigners over there.
In these short few minutes, two of the six foreigners had already perished.
Now, it was obvious that the other side didn't want to go.
Presently, their side had eight people left, while the opponents had nine.

Pan Shuai glanced at Xing Tian, who was still feigning death, and then volunteered himself. "If worse comes to worst, I'll go. I'll do my best to drag one or two down with me."
When he said these words, he had already embraced a mortal determination.
Although the two guys before him had died ridiculously, they had also proven one thing.
This battle was not a friendly sparring match to be stopped at the first sign of a winner; it was a life-or-death brawl where they would fight to the bitter end.
And it was the most cruel gauntlet format.
The moment Pan Shuai chose to go up, his fate was already sealed toward death.
But as the Bureau Chief had said, this was his own choice.
Anyway, he was completely unattached, having experienced all sorts of pleasures, so he had no regrets.
What supported him now was a sense of honor and the feeling of being superior to others.
Being a transcendent meant one was destined to have a higher status than ordinary people.
He believed this as well.
However, correspondingly, transcendents also had to shoulder greater responsibilities.
Just like in a war, soldiers would tell civilians to step away.
As a transcendent, the greater the ability and the more privileges one had, the greater the responsibility.
This was Pan Shuai's understanding.
Since he had made up his mind, he would hesitate no longer.
Turning around, he prepared to step onto the arena.
However, Li Guoping pulled him back.

"Xiao Pan, you are indeed the one to go this round, but that doesn't mean you're going there to throw your life away."
Li Guoping instructed him seriously, "Use your ability to test whether the opponent possesses self-awareness, and surrender immediately once you get the result. Of course, if you want to persist a bit longer, you can, but just keep a clear head regarding the gap between you and the opponent. Playing the tough guy isn't your turn yet."

Pan Shuai wanted to argue further, but seeing the resolute look in the Bureau Chief's eyes, he ultimately said nothing and only nodded heavily.
Lu Li watched silently.
He had a very strange feeling.
Clearly, all of this was just a fabricated worldview, so he hadn't cared too much about it.
Even if Pan Shuai died here, he knew that once everything returned to normal, Pan Shuai would still be alive.
Even this Pan Shuai, from his background to his life experiences, was entirely fake.
Yet why... did the emotions feel so real?
Perhaps to Lu Li, all of this was false, but to Pan Shuai at this moment, it was his genuine life.

The moment he stepped into the center of the arena, Pan Shuai surprisingly found that his legs and hands were trembling.
"So this is the oppressive feeling Old Lu faced earlier..."
Looking at the ghostly general holding a white horse and a silver spear ten meters away, Pan Shuai couldn't help but self-deprecate, "Turns out I'm just a keyboard warrior."

Facing the opponent head-on, he could feel an almost suffocating sensation, as if the air had been compressed into a vacuum.
And that violent killing intent—if not for a fierce general who had genuinely fought and killed among hundreds of thousands of troops for decades, such killing intent could simply never exist.
This was a true powerhouse who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; that bloody aura even caused Pan Shuai to hallucinate!
He seemed to be standing amidst a vast army, and the steady, bloody aura emanating from the soldiers around him gave him a sudden surge of security.
Yet for some reason, everyone seemed extremely nervous; some even subconsciously tightened their grips on their weapons and swallowed hard.
Their gazes were all fixed ahead, their eyes faintly revealing terror.
Pan Shuai instinctively looked up, but only saw a long spear and a white horse.
And that immaculate, silver-armored older brother riding the horse.
That person charged into formation with a spear in one hand and a sword in the other, sweeping away everything like autumn winds clearing fallen leaves.
Soon, he reached right in front of Pan Shuai.
In his vision, countless spear images were like falling rain filling the sky, but within Pan Shuai's sight, those countless spear images gradually converged into one.
The spear image grew larger and larger, and gradually, the entire world seemed enveloped by this single long spear!
Pan Shuai instinctively took a step back.
He jolted awake in a panic!
Turns out all of this was merely an illusion condensed from the opponent's killing intent!
The long spear had already arrived before his eyes! By the time Pan Shuai wanted to react, it was already too late!
He instinctively raised his arms to block in front of him!
But blocking it was simply impossible.
However, when the spear tip was less than five centimeters from his skin—to the point where Pan Shuai could already feel the sharp, bone-chilling cold on his arm—the spear paused slightly and veered past him!
Pan Shuai seized this momentary opening and instinctively threw a punch, hammering it right onto the horse's head!
The white horse let out a whinny, stumbling backward with its rider for over twenty meters!
Pan Shuai was about to charge forward, but suddenly recalled the instructions given by the Bureau Chief.
He looked up at Zhao Zilong, who was twenty meters away.
Faint blue flames burned within the eye sockets of its skull face.

Yet Pan Shuai seemed to understand something.
He couldn't die yet! He had to pass this information on!
"I surrender!"
Pan Shuai raised his hand.
In the spectator stands surrounding the arena, there was an uproar among the heads of state of various countries who were watching the live broadcast.
Pan Shuai ignored them and turned to leave the arena.
As he passed those foreigners, he unsurprisingly received a few scornful and abusive remarks.
However, Pan Shuai didn't care at all.
He walked quickly back to Lu Li's side and whispered, "I can feel it! Zhao Zilong has consciousness! He held back when he hit me just now!"
Li Guoping's eyes lit up. "Are you certain?"
"Certain!" Pan Shuai affirmed firmly.
"Good, I roughly understand now." Li Guoping nodded, turned to Lu Li, and asked, "How many can you handle?"
Lu Li held up three fingers. "Three. Beyond three, I won't be able to hold on."
"Alright, then before the last three appear, I will hold down the rest."
Li Guoping looked at Zhao Yun on the stage. "If all the martial generals of Huaxia are holding back... then I guess they will come out first. Excluding the four Huaxia generals, that means I still have to fight two more, right? That's enough!"
Lu Li was puzzled. "Aren't those foreigners going to pull their weight?"
"Aside from that Indian guy just now, none of the others who came are their top-tier battle strengths," Li Guoping sneered. "These fellows are still infighting even when facing life and death; they can't be relied upon."
He glanced at Xing Tian. "Xing Tian is a brawler; the opponent is faster than him, stronger than him, and far superior in technique. If he goes up, he'll just get crushed unless the opponent is a fragile, magic-type caster like Copernicus, but it doesn't look like it."
Stretching his body, Li Guoping glanced at Pan Shuai and suddenly smiled. "Xiao Pan, from now on, the Extraordinary Affairs Bureau is yours."
Pan Shuai bit his lower lip fiercely, tears welling up as he nodded heavily.

"Ha!"
Laughing carefree, Li Guoping walked into the arena with his hands behind his back and his beer belly proudly protruding.
Leaving the last three to Lu Li was, on one hand, because of his immense trust in him; on the other hand...
It was because he had already accepted that he would not walk down alive.
Lu Li asked, "Can he pull it off?"
"He can, he definitely can!" Pan Shuai wiped away his tears. "Didn't you say earlier, Old Lu, that the Texas cowboy's ability wasn't strong enough? Actually, the Bureau Chief's ability is similar to his, but it's based on his own cognitive perception."
Lu Li raised an eyebrow. "So what is his ability?"
An ability roughly the same as the "Blackman Hunter"?
What could that possibly be?
"The Sissy Terminator," Pan Shuai said. "The Bureau Chief's ability is specifically designed to counter sissies. When facing sissies, his strength can continuously break through its limits. Moreover, in his eyes, apart from himself, every man in this world is a sissy."
Lu Li: "..."
What an absolute, jaw-dropping absurdity!