In the central control room, the director's entire face is embedded in a mask connected to countless wires, and he is repairing it in a more efficient way.

"News has just come from the arena that one of the cadets has been killed!" Steve sighed.

"Damn!" the director angrily slammed his fist on the console.

The data cables on his mask vibrated and reflected the intense anger inside him.

"The Pope and the President asked us how long it would take to fix the system in the arena. How do I answer?"

"What do you see?"

"The virus has invaded deeper layers of the arena system, and it has wreaked havoc there. God, I don't know which one is worse...... Where are you?"

"If it's going to be fixed, it's going to take at least a day!

"It's over, we can't catch up. Steve exited the console in frustration.

"No, I'm not going to let people die anymore......" the director said to himself.

Director Chai was still working on repairs, and the lights on his mask flickered, reflecting that he was connecting to the inner world of Jerusalem at a rate of tens of thousands of interactions per second. If he could sweat, he would have sweated a long time ago.

Seeing that Director Chai knew that it was too late but was still repairing, Steve couldn't help but secretly admire: Director Chai is worthy of being a conscientious person, knowing that he can't catch up, but he still goes all out, which is responsible for the players in the arena.

But even if he tried his best, he still couldn't catch up, the system was destroyed by the virus, and if he wanted to eliminate the virus, he had to sort out the messy data like a cocoon, which was impossible in a short period of time.

Steve couldn't see his face, but he must have been in pain right now, so he punished himself with this masochistic effort.

A cadet died, died during his tenure because of the destruction of Jerusalem's data by the virus, because he could not eradicate the virus in a short time, which was a huge failure for him who made Jerusalem his home and made data management his career.

Steve felt that Director Chai should be comforted:

"Hey, Chai, I know you're unwilling, but you've done a good job,

"The gods are above, and they all know you've worked hard. Put it down, chai, sometimes letting go is also a kind of gain. ”

"Steve, if you talk nonsense, I'll stuff you into the inner world and cut you into bacon slices. In response to him, he was greeted by an angry shout from Chai.

"Hey, I'm kind! The arena can't be repaired, we can only hope for a miracle......"

"Arena? Why should I repair the arena? ”

"And what are you doing?" Steve curiously observed the operation of the firewood from the perspective of the data, and was surprised to find that he was repairing a part of the arena, a very small system, the broadcast system.

It dawned on Steve that what they had to do was not to fix all the systems in the arena, as long as they could stop the game, so Chai prioritized repairing the PA system, as long as their words could be transmitted to the arena, the game could be stopped!

"That way, we only need very little time. You're a genius!"

"It's you're stupid. ”

In the arena, Snow Mark and Qi Lu stand opposite each other, each holding a "treasure knife" - Qi Lu holds the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk", and Snow Mark holds a firewood knife.

"The game isn't over yet, do we really want to split up?" Snowmark looked up at the artificial sky, and only two white names representing the living were left on the scoreboard - Qilu Golden Sword in first place and Ruluga Snowmark in second place.

"Dogfight mode is a deathmatch, and it won't stop until you decide the first place. ”

"What if we don't do anything?"

"If we don't decide the winner, the negative combat punishment mechanism will be activated again, and then the fog will completely envelop us, and we will die a painful death in the fog. ”

"That's right......" Snowmark glanced at the green mist around them, which now seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, neatly packed a few meters away, enclosing him and Qilu in the central circular field.

Maybe after a while, the poisonous fog will narrow down again until it covers itself and Qilu.

"Either we will wait together to be poisoned, and we will have love instead of fighting. Snow Scar said.

People outside the stadium nodded frequently, saying well, saying well, with this line, they can win this year's peace prize.

The arena is broken, and the negative combat penalty won't be activated, so you'd better stay in peace, and it's better to do nothing until the people in the center control room fix the arena.

"Yes, yes, I'm actually a peace-loving person. Qilu laughed, and although he agreed with the suggestion to wait for Snow Marks to die, his knife was not withdrawn from its scabbard. His smile was also full of meaning.

"Hahaha. ”

After staring at each other for a moment, they both burst out laughing.

They are mocking each other, and they are laughing at themselves.

What Snow Mark is telling is actually a joke, and it is obviously not okay to commit suicide like this.

How ironic is it that the person who finally got the top two in a bloody battle, who was originally arrogant, ended himself in such a tigerish way, and is it still in this arena that can be resurrected, isn't it a joke?

Moreover, the purpose of the poison fog is to force the competitors to move towards the center of the field, not to kill them, so it can cause a lot of pain but not kill the competitors quickly.

Rather than endure the painful torture of poison gas, it is better to let the other party stab him more painfully.

"I don't want to ......," Qilu said with a wry smile, "The audience can watch it, I don't want to be their laughing stock for a while to come." ”

When everyone in the audience heard this, they were anxious.

We won't laugh at you! When have we ever laughed at you? Are we like that? As long as you stay in peace, we can come out and give you honors!

"Anyone, I'm going to abstain. Snow Scar shouted at the sky. The sound echoed through the reeds, startling only a few insects.

Yes, yes, we all agree that you abstain!

That's what people in the stands are saying.

But unfortunately, their voices could not reach the arena.

"It seems that you can't abstain, it's really a death match. Snowmark bowed her head, "Even Natalie can't scream." So you can't quit the race halfway through, right?"

"That's right, it looks like this. Kiru also tried to call Natalie once, but there was no response at all, "It seems that someone has to die to end this competition." ”

The two looked at each other again.

There was a hint of competitive provocation in Qilu's eyes.

This is a challenging gaze, and Snow Marks can see that Qilu really wants to compete with himself.

Xueji is also a young man with strong blood, ignited by his challenge, and suddenly has a bit of pride in his chest.

The top of the mountain, the battle between the two powers, is simply the plot of knight novels, and this kind of duel should often decide some major things, such as the future fate of the world, the future direction of the rivers and lakes, and so on.

It stands to reason that without Curry's threat, their duel would have been a friendly match.

But that is the challenge of a swordsman, a strong and independent ability, how can he not take it seriously?

He knew that he was not a capable person, and he could not compare with Qilu, but it was impossible to kill him by the neck, so this battle was unavoidable, and he had to go all out.

Anyway, if you can be resurrected, why not give it a go?

"You know, I can't put water. Qilu said.

"Me too, I've already experienced death just now, I really can't stand that feeling, how can I kill myself?"

"To be honest, I didn't think you were a decent opponent before, but now that you've come here on your own, I'd love to know who we're the strongest. A light flashed in Qilu's eyes.

"In the fight with Curry, you used a lot of energy, which is a bit unfair. ”

"It's okay, even if I let you, where is there so much fairness on the real battlefield?" Qilu had already put his hand on the hilt of the knife, and his movements were relaxed and cautious, as if it was not a hand on the hilt, but a soft towel.

He leaned slightly to his side, crossed the long knife behind him, twisted the scabbard with his left hand, turned the blade upwards, and pushed the blade away with his thumb, which was his unique starting style of drawing the knife.

Seeing this, Xue Scar also took a deep breath, held the firewood knife in both hands, and raised it above his head.

"In that case, since we are in this melee battlefield, let's fight!"

Drink!

The two drew their knives and passed by, and the sparks in the air showed that they had exchanged a move just now, and the blades struck each other, and there was no winner or loser.

Outside the arena, everyone exclaimed.

It's a battle that never stops, but no one in the arena knows that if you die, it's a real death. One of them will sleep in ignorance and unconsciousness forever, because they have obeyed the rules of the entrance examination of the Guru, because they believe in the Guru, because they believe in Jerusalem.

Neither the Nianshi Guild nor the New God Church wanted to see this happen.

Some people have already turned their heads away, not wanting to see this cruel scene.

And in the arena, the two who are completely ignorant are still focusing on the duel.

The two of them passed each other again, a stream of blood spurting from Snowmark's arm.

The audience exclaimed again, there was no other game that made them so immersive, so empathetic, so entangled in the victory or defeat of the contestants, and their nervousness was accompanied by strong guilt.

Most of the people who stayed here were the rulers of Jerusalem, the ones who shouldered the responsibility of the world of the able, not the ordinary spectators.

Therefore, every time Snow Marks and Qilu rubbed their bodies, every time their swords intersected, it was as if they were cut on everyone, and the people were silent and painful, and their nerves spasmed again and again with their confrontations.

Both the Pope and the President had mixed feelings. They are to blame for Curry's death, Qilu and Snow Mark are also talents, if one more one dies, the entire world of capable people may set off an uproar, and they simply dare not continue to think about it.

The two fought again, crossing their knives and engaging in a power confrontation at close range.