"This damn dog, always making people worry. If you die, will there even be a body left? If not, you can't be revived!"

Senior Sister Red Butterfly stared at Xu Lang, cursing him in her heart.

Why not curse him out loud?

She'd had her mouth stuffed too many times before for being foul-mouthed, so she didn't dare.

……

"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Are you so scared you can't move? Why aren't you attacking yet?" Seeing Xu Lang still standing motionless in place, Bei Moting opened his mouth to mock.

"Thinking about how to kill you," Xu Lang told the truth.

One slash to kill instantly?

That was too violent.

If he really did that, how could he lure out Bei Moting's teammates?

Bei Moting's teammates were also in the spectator stands, and their malice was strong.

"Haha, you players from ordinary buildings won't understand the sinister nature of tales. Today, I'll let you witness... the power of rules!" Bei Moting let out a wild laugh, took out a long flute, and blew into it.

The next second.

Countless rats crawled out from inside his clothes, instantly forming a black tide of rodents that surged toward Xu Lang.

These rats had sharp teeth and claws, with ominous black mist emanating from their bodies.

……

Vast Sky Building spectator area.

The Vast Sky Dormitory Building had the fewest people coming to watch, only two.

At this moment, a square-faced man with his arms crossed snorted with a laugh, "I remember now. The tale sealed inside this person is called the Magic Flute, right?"

"Mhm. Its origin is a legend about a medieval piper who could control rats," a woman in a white shirt nodded. "To kill a player from the Taleblade Building requires powerful information gathering ability. This Purgatory hasn't even watched the combat performances of Taleblade Building players. I'm afraid he's in grave danger this time."

"Boring..." The square-faced man shook his head and said, "If the Mad King Building is full of reckless fools like Purgatory, that would be too ridiculous. I hope we encounter them in the next Building Wars."

The white-shirted woman didn't laugh and said calmly, "Dormitory buildings that can unseal Divine-tier Buildings are not simple... Mad King, just from the name, perhaps it's that kind of berserker type?"

"Ha." The square-faced man sneered. "Then why not call it Berserker Building?"

"Don't know." The white-shirted woman shook her head, adjusted her red-framed glasses, and stared at the arena, saying, "The ability the Magic Flute displayed last time was immortality. The rats were endless, and he himself could also transform into a rat, undying and indestructible."

"Ha!" The square-faced man laughed again. "What undying and indestructible? That flute is the true body. Players from the Taleblade Building are no longer human. Previous players who fought them all targeted the wrong thing, of course they'd lose!"

……

Squeak squeak squeak~

Xu Lang stepped into the tide of rats. His blade was like a bulldozer; even a casual swing could send large swathes of rats flying, startling the rats into frantic squeaking.

Useless... The corners of Bei Moting's mouth lifted. The rats would revive; they couldn't be killed off.

Two or three seconds later, the smile on his face suddenly froze!

The empty space in the coliseum was increasing!

Once the rats were slashed, they died outright!

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong!"

Bei Moting screamed inwardly. Seeing Xu Lang getting closer and closer, he shrank down, transformed into a rat, and merged into the rat swarm.

A trace of boredom was hidden in Xu Lang's eyes as he casually swung his blade.

Sorry, he really wasn't very good at acting.

When he was a small fry, he didn't mind putting on an act.

But now, as the number one person in the Mad King Building, putting on a performance like a clown, acting as if he was struggling hard in the fight, would be somewhat ridiculous.

A little over two minutes later, only one rat remained on the scene, huddled in a corner, trembling.

Bei Moting: Is there a more despairing way to die than this?

……

"How is this possible?!" The square-faced man abruptly stood up. "Where did the tale's immortality go?!"

The white-shirted woman was also shocked. "Impossible. The immortality of tales is terrifyingly strong to begin with. Bei Moting's tale even specializes in immortality. How could he die so simply?!"

As observers from the Vast Sky Building, the two had never encountered such a thing before.

The so-called observers were players who must attend every duel performance. They would record the combat data of all players in the duels as strategic reserves.

This was a manifestation of socialization and centralization.

The ecosystem of the Vast Sky Building had already moved beyond a primitive state.

……

At the same time, players from the Sacrifice Building and the Taleblade Building also couldn't sit still.

Immortality was the most annoying characteristic of tales!

As competitors of the Taleblade Building, the Sacrifice Building needed means to counter immortality, and the Taleblade Building itself needed it too!

Because the game stages they faced were primarily based on tales!

"It's that sword! This is definitely not the effect of a skill, it's that sword!" a player from the Taleblade Building shouted loudly.

Purgatory March gleamed with a sinister red light, as if a river of blood was about to swim out from the blade's surface.

This player's eyes turned red as he frantically yelled, "This is a divine weapon that can kill tales!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the watching Taleblade Building players could no longer remain seated!

Several of them directly exited the coliseum to notify the "adults at home."

A permanent item capable of killing tales had never appeared in the Taleblade Building before. The means to deal with tales had always been sealing!

And now, a sword that could kill tales was right before their eyes!

A treasure to secure the building's foundation! This was absolutely a treasure to secure the building's foundation!

They must obtain it at all costs!

……

"Mountains and rivers are full of sentiment, could you spare my life?" Bei Moting's rat teeth chattered.

He seemed like a joker.

But even jokers must die!

Xu Lang slashed off Bei Moting's rat head with one stroke, sighing inwardly.

"Did I show off too much strength, so no one will duel with me anymore?"

"Ah, forget it!"

"I really can't act. If I can't get duel points, then I just won't get them!"

One's temperament changes with position, one's body is nurtured by environment. After all, he was no longer that insignificant person he once was.

[Congratulations to Mad King Building player "Purgatory" for winning!]

After Bei Moting died, Xu Lang was teleported back to the restroom.

At this moment, there was another person here.

That was Hu Jianguo, who had won the previous match.

"Lang, Lang Ge!" Seeing Xu Lang, Hu Jianguo's heart immediately tightened.

All the injuries on Hu Jianguo's body had been healed.

This was the benefit for the victor.

Xu Lang didn't respond, silently sitting to the side and taking out a gift box.

[Bei Moting's Loser's Gift Box]

[Type: Item]

[Effect: Obtain a mysterious surprise upon opening]

[Description: The head actively offered by the loser, please accept]

"The head actively offered by the loser? Cruel enough. Even after death, the loser is still humiliated."

Xu Lang opened the gift box.

[Congratulations on obtaining "Magic Flute"]

[Magic Flute]

[Type: Tale Curio]

[Level: 15]

[Rarity: Uncommon]

[Description: Leprosy, plague, plague doctors and patients... In this chaotic world, let us play to our heart's content, forgetting all worries]

[Enter the "Tale World" to subdue the Magic Flute? Yes/No]

[Tip: When a Tale Curio is not subdued, it will only produce negative effects on the holder]

No!

Xu Lang refused.

[Nightmare Eye · Magic Flute: A Curio containing immortality and negative energy]

This thing was suitable for being fused!

He wasn't a trash can; there was absolutely no need to insert a tale into his body, unless there was Comfort Level...

Seeing that Xu Lang ignored him from start to finish, Hu Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, shrinking into his seat, his gaze anxious.

The time players could stay in the restroom was limited. He was thinking about how to survive after going out. Zhou Chang's teammates were all extraordinary, and they would definitely seek revenge.

Floor Leader Xiao Yan wouldn't stand up for him. He could only rely on himself!