Deep in the Living-Chapter 969 - 948: Fighting With Everything They’ve Got

Boom!

The entire prison was shaking.

The intense impact that occurred in the Duel Arena effectively transmitted to the outside world.

[Prison Guard Apartment]

Pibao█ didn't plan to move for a short time, firstly because this apartment was relatively isolated, and he needed to rest for a while.

Moreover, he intended to truly sleep for a while, to deeply integrate with the dreamscape, attempting to fill the Spiral Abyss in the neck.

However, this issue was more serious than he imagined.

As the origin of the dreamscape, a concept itself, he found it difficult to sleep while lying in bed. It wasn't due to emotional fluctuations or considering external threats, but because of [noise].

Noise from the neck, noise from the Abyss within the vortex, where it was constantly spinning. Even though he took various means to limit and constrain it, it was still difficult to completely cover it up.

Such noise kept him awake; even if he could sleep, it was hard to go deeper.

He, the dignified Pibao... Great Dream Master, was actually suffering from insomnia.

An inexplicable frenzy rose within him, directly smashing the objects in the bedroom to pieces.

"Forget it, I have slept enough.

When the event is over, when the great one descends, they would naturally help me erase such impurities and go to a higher realm.

For the time being, all I need to do is kill these disruptive guys."

Pibao washed his face with clear water and walked out of the room. Just as he was about to leave the apartment building, he suddenly realized something.

The ground in front seemed somewhat strange.

Although he was troubled by insomnia, his thoughts were very clear.

The floor appeared to be changing, with square tiles seemingly rearranged, and one of the tiles had broken light bulbs scattered on the surface.

Looking through the special vision,

The tiles were numbered from 1-9 in order.

Number five's tile had shattered light bulbs scattered on it.

Although Pibao was born at the beginning of the universe and never grew up under the influence of any civilization, he had visited the dreams of all life and immediately recognized the situation in front of him.

This was a children's game [Hopscotch] that required jumping to the end following the numbers, while avoiding the 'houses' occupied by others.

Such sudden environmental changes and the appearance of the game made him alert.

However, Pibao did not follow the game rules.

He turned and wanted to walk down the other side of the passage, only to find the same hopscotch game behind him.

It seemed that the game was already tied to him, and must be completed to leave.

Currently, Pibao was incredibly annoyed; he did not want to play games, only wished to kill all the intruders.

He initially wanted to simply cover it through the dreamscape,

But recalling the scene before Teacher Guo's death, he no longer held back, directly drawing a tentacle-like long sword from the dreamscape, vertically slashing down.

Erasing both the game and the building itself.

Boom.

The apartment vanished by half.

Pibao█ steadily landed on the ground and simultaneously glanced to the side, over a hundred meters away, at the man wearing a sharp suit, hard leather shoes, and a Question Mark mask.

Before Pibao█ could speak,

The man under the mask preemptively spoke: "Is Teacher Guo dead?"

As soon as Teacher Guo was mentioned, Pibao█ grew even angrier, the unseen face covered by the dreamscape cracking into a twitching smile, "Yes, you will join him shortly."

"Oh."

Mr. Question Mark responded softly, seemingly without much emotional fluctuation.

He walked forward leisurely, right about to enter the "duel" triggering range, when an unexpected figure approached.

The figure directly blocked Pibao█.

Stockings over the head, sneaky, and with a wicked smile, "Dream Master, you don't seem to be in good shape. How about leaving this matter to me? You go to stroll elsewhere?

Honestly, I have been tracking this guy all along, looking for a chance to strike, who would have thought he would actively seek you out.

Let's do this, I'll kill this guy then immediately meet with you. All the spoils, including the points, will be yours, okay?"

"If you're interested, go ahead and do it. What good stuff can be found on such low-life creatures, hurry up and handle all interference to prevent delays in the big one's arrival."

Although Pibao█ was very frustrated, rationality was still at the forefront.

Any lingering fight might increase the possibility of encountering lunatics. Since Mentis came to help, there was no need to waste time and take risks.

Step~

One step, and he vanished.

Mentis was extremely excited to see this, breathing heavily, rubbing his hands like a fly.

Just as he wanted to step forward and trigger a duel with Mr. Question Mark.

Boom!

A loud bang came, the intense tremor nearly made him fall to the ground, barely standing by holding the wall.

"Who is it, such a commotion~ Don't damage the prison's structure; I haven't had enough fun yet."

...

[Great Colosseum]

Two high-speed entities capable of directly tearing through basic space-time were engaged in the most direct frontal collision.

Luo Di's mind was at an unprecedented level of concentration; this was the most pure, most suitable combat for him, engraved in his deepest inner pursuit.

Unexpectedly, he found fulfillment in the dangerously treacherous Central Prison,

His opponent was too perfect,

A sword and a shield, one attack and one defense.

Such a simple attack pattern, yet in his hands, it was mastered to perfection, with no flaws.

Any form of attack from Luo Di would be perfectly blocked, and if he showed even the slightest weakness, the opponent's sword would immediately slice through.

Moreover,

The concept of the Sword Shield itself seemed to be bound with Losantos; as long as the sword and shield existed, they could be constructed and summoned at any time.

This was the weapon that had accompanied him out of the Duel Arena, slaughtering every life in the Pan-Asian World one by one in the days that followed; it was part of him as a Gladiator.

However...

Ding!

Another sharp clash of metal,

the War Sword broke, and seeing the Slaughter Knife coming for him, Losantos forcefully swung his shield.

Pa!

Luo Di's body was sent flying by the Shield,

while Losantos fell heavily to the ground, a wound was slashed on his forehead penetrating deep into his brain, and he could feel a kind of inextricable metal accumulating within his body.

This metal was much like the prison, restricting him.

"What kind of knife is that? Is it a special weapon granted by the Prison Director? I can sense the similarity in the metal."

Losantos was intensely curious, unable to understand why every time weapons clashed, it was always his War Sword that broke.

After all, the War Sword itself was engraved with his Divinity, by reason it shouldn't lose to any divine weapon.

Moreover, Luo Di was obviously young, not even a hundred years old. Yet his proficiency in wielding blades was on par with his own.

As the essence of Hell, Luo Di came forward,

only a sound of rough breathing came from beneath the metal mask, as if he had been entirely influenced by a beast, unable to make any pertinent response.

Slash!

He slashed from a kilometer away.

But this slash wasn't aimed directly at a target, but rather tore open the passage space.

Instead of sprinting, he directly appeared behind Losantos,

claws tearing.

This sudden change was difficult for most to adapt to, but as the Undefeated Gladiator, Losantos had already considered all possibilities, he could handle all situations.

"Perfect Block"

Footsteps twisted, blocking behind.

Still precise, still flawless.

The Shield slammed heavily on the Beast's arm, using the shield's shattering as a price to completely leverage the arm away, and along with that, unbalancing Luo Di's body.

But... This time seemed a bit different.

Luo Di predicted the rending would be blocked,

so he had preemptively severed the connection between this arm and his body.

The blocked arm detached from the body, flying toward the stands, resulting in dozens of rending deaths.

Luo Di himself wasn't affected, maintaining his center of gravity steadily.

Without any halt, he decisively swung the knife!

Ding!!

The War Sword used for blocking was cut down again, and just as his body was about to be slashed.

Pa~

The anticipated slash did not arrive.

Instead, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

Clearly a moment ago it was a blade structure, yet this second it had transformed into a metal arm, equivalently giving a response from Luo Di.

This knife,

was precisely his left arm.

This contact was not about beheading but triggering.

The accumulated metal magnitude was enough, a direct contact was all it needed to trigger the trap.

This was the most terrifying trap in history, released as malicious torment by him as the King of Hell.

Countless iron nails and spikes sprouted from within Losantos, piercing through all his flesh and organs, including his Divine Status.

Luo Di quickly withdrew his weapon, returning it to Slaughter Knife form as it detached.

Expressionless,

he turned to leave,

sheathing the blade,

boom... an intense tremor split the ground,

severing the entire Duel Arena in two,

Losantos's body was diagonally cut into two halves, crashing heavily to the ground.

Ps: Seems like I've caught a cold, continuous runny nose, feeling weak, might take leave tomorrow, going to take some cold medicine to adjust a bit...