Lv Bai’s figure flickered a few meters away, still wearing an amiable smile that seemed harmless, giving off an air of indifference.

However, he was well aware that this effect was mostly thanks to the [Flash Time].

Just relying on his martial cultivation alone was not enough to match Simba, an apex grandmaster.

Thus, he didn’t stubbornly try to catch Simba’s punch head-on but instead maintained a safe distance, in confrontation with Oshima’s pinnacle.

"As the Speaker of Chikan Bay, is evasion all you know?"

Simba missed his attack twice in a row, clearly stifled with unresolved frustration, even his questioning carried hints of anger.

Lv Bai shrugged indifferently and said, "You were never my target anyway."

When someone is extremely speechless, they might unconsciously laugh.

Simba’s mouth twitched; he took a deep breath. Years of killing experience allowed him to quickly adjust his emotions, preventing his judgment from being clouded.

"This is a war between Oshima and your Chikan Bay; as the Speaker of Chikan Bay, you can’t escape."

"Then try to find me first."

Lv Bai sighed faintly and then symbolically snapped his fingers, turning the surface of Simba’s eyes completely black.

Shrouded once again in "darkness," Simba’s expression froze.

"Bastard!"

Unable to hold back, he cursed angrily.

On his path to the pinnacle of Oshima High School, Simba encountered countless opponents, but none had ever irritated him as easily as Lv Bai.

"Do you think these little tricks can stop me?!

Simba’s face turned terribly grim: "I’ll tell you, wishful thinking!"

He shouted loudly, but unfortunately, no one responded to him.

Lv Bai signaled to White Eyebrow Bat King and Xiao Fengze, indicating that Simba was their responsibility.

Upon confirming they understood his intention, he jogged away from the scene.

He had to continue hunting the Death Fighters, with no time to be entangled with Simba.

Seeing this, White Eyebrow Bat King and Xiao Fengze exchanged a glance, simultaneously displaying sinister smiles.

Truly, for a grandmaster-level martial artist, even losing sight, their keen reflexes and perception are beyond what innate or acquired martial artists can compare to.

But it ultimately impacts combat power, facing peers, being suppressed is almost inevitable.

...

A tunnel in an escape room.

The passage was narrow; rather than calling it a corridor, it was more akin to a cleft between walls.

Furthermore, the passage stretched long; aside from some safety boardings emitting a green glow, it was almost pitch black.

Several figures in Oshima High School uniforms huddled at the passage’s end, not daring to make any sound, even breathing lightly.

Judging from the titles hovering above their heads, their identity was evidently Death Fighters.

They had escaped from Lv Bai’s hands.

Their reactions weren’t slow; as soon as darkness descended, they decisively chose to flee from Oshima’s ranks.

However, just as they were about to escape Chikan Bay, they witnessed a scene that made them despair.

A dense army, like marching ants, surrounded the exit, leaving no gaps.

That army’s scale was akin to an attempt at flattening Chikan Bay.

With wolves ahead and tigers behind, in a critical situation, they could only find a safe place to hide, hoping no one would discover them.

A Death Fighter with prominent cheekbones glanced around and whispered.

"Gentlemen, do not despair; let’s be optimistic, such a scale of troops undoubtedly includes top experts. If things go smoothly, perhaps that ’Smiling Face’ might perish at the hands of the natives."

Upon hearing such words, the remaining Death Fighters, while not overly optimistic, found a glimmer of hope.

Truly, the identity of Lv Bai as Chikan Bay’s Speaker brought them immense shock.

By Death Fighter standards, he was overwhelmingly strong, leaving few Death Fighters confident enough to challenge Lv Bai.

One Death Fighter’s throat moved a few times.

"I still can’t understand why that ’Smiling Face’ is so much stronger than us."

"Just luck."

In the shadows, a disgruntled Death Fighter mumbled.

Unfortunately, no one echoed his sentiment, and the slightly lively atmosphere died down again.

Mouths agape, it’s pointless; anyone with a brain could deduce the answer.

This was organized crime, not some family venture; if he was weak, he wouldn’t sit as the Speaker.

"Perhaps we could try following him?"

After a pause, another Death Fighter proposed a new idea.

The high-cheekboned Death Fighter scoffed: "Imprudent, I suspect that ’Smiling Face’ is a clone; how could regular Death Fighters achieve this?"

"Why not."

Lv Bai responded with slight discontent.

The high-cheekboned Death Fighter: "!"

The other Death Fighters: "!"

In an instant, the Death Fighters in the corner of the passage all peered simultaneously toward the source of the voice.

From their perspective, it was a peculiar scene.

A young man unexpectedly appeared at the narrow passage entrance.

The green glow from the safety light illuminated half of his face, coupled with the bizarre grin on his face, sending shivers down their spines.

After a brief pause, the young man dashed toward them with a wide smile on his face.

Witnessing this scene, the Death Fighters in the corner were shocked senseless.

Ignoring their comrades with whom they were chatting minutes ago, they frantically pushed each other aside, fleeing in the opposite direction from Lv Bai.

Unfortunately, their chosen hiding place wasn’t ideal.

They couldn’t even escape.

The Death Fighter pushed to the back felt a sinking feeling, and without hesitation, turned and knelt: "’Smiling Face’ bro, I..."

He barely started his sentence when Lv Bai raced in and punched his head into oblivion.

In all honesty, recruiting some Death Fighters as underlings could indeed facilitate many tasks.

But the problem was, Lv Bai couldn’t discern if they sincerely wanted to follow him, nor could he determine if they were clones.

The risk and rewards were completely disproportionate; he resolved to treat everyone equally.

Regardless of whether they were clones or not, he dealt with them directly.

The remaining Death Fighters were unable to escape either, being consecutively knocked out by Lv Bai.

Even in such circumstances, none of them entertained any thought of resistance; their sole desire was to outrun their comrades.

The high-cheekboned Death Fighter broke into a secret room, ready to lock the door behind him.

But then he was jolted to the core, incredulously glancing down: "You... I’ll remember..."

A bloody fist was slowly retracted from his heart area, producing a bitter sound of flesh scraping.