"Someone died, died in the entrance examination held by our Teachers' Association, I will take the blame and resign, as the president, I have an unshirkable responsibility for this matter. President Pissarro said sadly.

Everyone in the audience knew that the fight between Snow Marks and Qilu almost indicated that another fresh life was about to follow in Curry's footsteps, and it was almost 100% Snow Marks.

Even if only one of Curry died, President Pissarro would already be to blame, not to mention adding a snow mark?

"Should I abdicate then?" said the Pope, tilting his hat in a sarcastic tone, apparently disagreeing with Pissarro's statement.

President Pissarro shook his head: "You cherish power, but I am not. Our Nianshi Guild is a completely different organization from your Neotheological Cult. ”

"Okay, stop preaching your theory of love and justice to me, you and I are both high-ranking people, don't say those things that fool believers, let's think about how to minimize the impact of this matter. ”

Pissarro shook his head again, and remained silent, saying in his heart that to say this to a person of no faith like him was simply playing the harp to a cow.

"One of the three of them is Amber's Inner Response, you know. The Pope whispered.

"Not to mention that we don't know who it is, and even if we do, we can't let him die in this arena, on the entrance examination of the Nian Master. ”

"If only one dies......" The Pope squinted his eyes as he looked into the arena, only halfway through his words.

The chairman shook his head at him a third time with a frown.

The Pope did not continue.

The meaning of the Pope's words is obvious, if only one person dies, he can be accused of being a traitor, and there is no proof of death anyway. This would alleviate the blame against them, and even portray his death as a triumph against the invasion.

Xue Zhen's hand was trembling, and the confrontation just now shocked him to numb. I don't know if I don't fight, but I don't know if I hit it, I know that Qilu is really not ordinarily strong, and if I didn't block it just now, I would have my throat cut. Although Qilu is also tired, he is obviously still above himself. Not to mention, he hadn't used his telekinesis yet—the same quick blow he had done when he had killed Pliny and Zadek before.

"It's the last blow, Snow Marks, let's see you on the sidelines! ”

The audience scolded her mother in their hearts, you are a good actor, when did you think so much about the audience, we are not annoying, you had better play for a day or two!

The two of them put on a good stance, and they both knew in their hearts that this was a blow with all their might, and they were either dead or injured.

Coming, Snow Mark has a strong premonition that this is Qilu's strongest sword, and maybe he will use his telekinesis - the mysterious sword that killed Zadek and Plini.

Just as they were about to rush to each other, the long-lost radio suddenly sounded:

"Stop, stop, stop, game stop! None of them are allowed to move!"

An unfamiliar voice resounded throughout the arena. As the sound traveled in the form of sound waves, it also exploded in the minds of Snow Marks and Qilu, and was heard inside and outside the entire arena.

It was Director Chai who repaired the broadcast system at the most critical moment.

The crowd in the audience cheered.

Although one died, one was saved, the nightmare was over, and this cruel death game was over.

The Pope and the President looked at each other with a sense of relief.

"The resurrection system is out of order, please don't continue fighting, treat your wounds yourself in the arena, we are repairing the malfunction, please wait for our rescue. Steve also said on the air.

"It's dangerous! ”

"yes, it's so dangerous, I almost killed you!" Qilu was surprised.

"It's true, it's not a test of our will to fight or something. Snow Scar listened to the voice on the radio, a little incredulous.

"Probably not, though I can't believe there's such a thing as a glitch. But no one would make such a joke. ”

"Hey, are the people before all dead?" Snowmark asked aloud to the sky, knowing that he could be heard now.

"Oh, that's not true, the glitch just appeared. The director's voice was heard on the radio.

The director didn't say anything about Curry, he felt that it was better not to let them know, knowing that he had killed his future classmates might make them feel psychological. Still a kid after all.

"Well, then we just don't have to fight. Qilu put away the knife and said with a smile, "But I really want to share the victory with you." ”

"It's okay, next time, I'll let you go this time, you know I've only used three parts. The duel was aborted, and the relaxed snow scar made a joke.

Kiru laughed.

Snow Scar let go of his hand, and the broken hatchet plunged straight into the mud of the swamp. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

The short fight with Qilu had exhausted all of Xueji's mental strength, and it was far beyond his expectations to survive the three moves.

Snowmark sat paralyzed in the reeds, but asked in his heart: Qilu, do you know about the failure of the arena? Do you also have accomplices who are carrying out sabotage activities outside?

There was no clue from Qi Lu's face, Qi Lu stood there thoughtfully, presumably thinking about related issues.

It can also be seen from his surprise when he heard about the failure of the arena that he did not know this, so what is his role in this incident?

Snow Mark wanted to ask, but at this time, he couldn't ask this, Qi Lu's inner identity was a secret to people outside, and since Snow Mark believed him, he had to help him keep this secret.

"Qilu, your family wants to talk to you. The director's voice was heard on the radio again.

Qilu's family asked to speak, and the superintendent allowed it. There was no reason for him not to allow it.

After a cacophony of electricity, the voice of a calm middle-aged woman rang out.

"Qilu, are you still alive?"

"Mom, yes, I'm alive!" Qilu shouted into the sky.

"Qilu, your dad is angry. ”

When Qilu heard this, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he slowly lowered his head.

"I'll explain it to him......"

There was another cacophony of electronic sounds over the radio, as if the microphone had shifted its position.

"Mom?" asked Kiru, confused.

Kiru's mother didn't continue to speak, but the sound of tapping wood gradually came over the radio. Maintain an even rhythm that reverberates throughout the arena.

Hearing this, Qilu suddenly raised his head. Look at the sky in horror.

The sound of the wood striking was steady and steady, coming from the radio, like the morning bell and dusk drum of a thousand-year-old city.

"No! you can't do that!" Qilu suddenly understood something, and he shouted at the sky.

There was no response on the radio, and Qilu's mother did not speak.

Qilu became agitated, and his usual chic temperament disappeared in an instant, as if he was communicating with an invisible person.

"No ......"

"What's wrong with you?"

Qilu froze in place, not speaking, but his eyes flickered, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

What was it that caused his change? Was it his mother's words? or the dull and meaningless sound of tapping wood?

"Are you alright!" Xue Scar's sudden change in Qilu startled him as he quickly stood up and walked towards Qilu to see what had happened to him.

Xueji had already walked a meter away from Qilu, and at this moment, a sudden knife light slashed towards the tip of Xueji's nose.

Snow Scar was startled, and at that moment his feet went limp, and he fell into the muddy water, but he just dodged the knife.

"What are you doing?"

This sword light is Qilu's knife drawing technique.

What's going on? Qilu had just been talking to his mother properly, why did his temperament suddenly change drastically?

"Snowmarks! Qilu stood up from the ground, turned his head, and held the knife in one hand, the blade upward, the arm slightly bent, and posed a right one-handed mid-hand structure, the tip of the knife pointed at the snow marks. His eyes were cold and indifferent, without a little brilliance, and the whole person exuded a cold-blooded and ruthless temperament, as if all emotions had been erased from his heart.

"Hey, you've been beaten to the head! You heard it, people say that the deadly resurrection system is failing! I don't understand, but I know that it means that if you die, you can't live!"

In response to the snow marks was another knife. A bloody streak was made on the snow-stained face.

"What the hell is wrong with you! It's me! Qilu!" Snow Marks retreated hand and foot in the muddy water, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was, but he couldn't care about his image, he didn't want to fight with Qilu, and he didn't want to die.

This is different from just now, where they didn't even know about the failure of the resurrection system. Ignorance and fearlessness.

But now that he knew, he knew that if he died, it would be a real death!

He climbed onto the collapsed platform of the temple, and at some point the lava ignited flames, burning up from the crack, igniting the dry reeds around him, and the flames were spreading rapidly throughout the arena. Aggressive.

But these flames have no temperature, and they have no momentum. This is due to a malfunction of the weather control system.

As soon as Snow Scar climbed onto the platform, he felt the ground slowly sinking, as if the entire temple was about to sink further into the ground.

He struggled to retrieve his wood knife, and quickly turned around to block Qilu's knife.

With a bang, the firewood knife took off his hand, and Qilu pointed at the center of the snow mark eyebrows.

If there are no distractions in his heart, only victory and defeat, Snow Mark can block three moves, but since he knows that he can't be resurrected after death, his heart is like a river and a sea, and he can no longer restore peace. The sword heart is in chaos, and naturally he can't even block a move.

"Damn! Damn! It's not a big deal!" said the director, piercing his cheek with a date.

He hurried back to the console.

The Superintendent now understands that repairing the arena system is imperative and inescapable.

He took a deep breath and put on the strange mask covered with data cables that covered his features, as if he were wearing an oxygen mask.

With a plop, his consciousness fell into the water, like a diver falling into the ocean.

Immersion, just as a writer is immersed in his own creative world, an artist is immersed in a spirituality-giving picture, and Director Chai, who focuses on data, is immersed in the sea of data in Jerusalem.

The pressure came from all directions, and the torrent of blue data enveloped him, and the key data was like a small white fish, converging into a whirlwind that was easily frightened, and the director was immediately separated.

The director discerns the information he needs from the fish, like an orchestra conductor directing ten orchestras with ten fingers, sorting out what he needs from the vast sea of information. The schools of fish are sometimes chaotic, sometimes orderly, sometimes frightened and run away, sometimes pulled in front of them.

The Director saw the red fish, the fragments of the virus, but only a glimpse of the leopard, emerging from the dark bottom of the sea, and in the endless darkness below, there was some behemoth hidden.

The director plunges into the dark depths of the sea, determined to cut through the roots and solve the root cause of all problems in one fell swoop.

He didn't think about whether he would succeed or not, but another question came to mind:

Will they really make it to that point?