71 Devils Footwork (1/2)

Chapter 71: Devil’s Footwork

“You don’t know Tu Dahei! He is considered the most death-fearing rookie in the history of [Gaia]!”

When Yang Weiwei said those words, her eyes were filled with admiration.

Xia Lin could not help but exclaim, “The most death-fearing?”

Yang Weiwei smiled slightly and said, “Yes, Tu Dahei is extremely, extremely afraid of death. It is even so in the virtual world! And it’s because he’s afraid of death that makes him possess life-preserving methods that astound people. It is said that Shi Xiaobai fell in love with Tu Dahei because of his impressive ability of staying alive!”

“Do you get it? Manager Xia, this seven-person free-for-all is not a competition of strength. How to survive is the key to victory! If it was Tu Dahei, because of his fear of death, he would keep a very, very low profile right from the beginning. He would try his best to keep his presence to the minimum. Even if he is no match for the other contestants, he will hide from them better than anyone. He will definitely try his best to survive!”

“So Tu Dahei might not clinch final victory, but he will definitely not be the first loser! And if he is lucky, the death-fearing Tu Dahei’s hiding and dodging might allow him to survive until there’re only two people left!”

Xia Lin was stunned hearing this. He began murmuring to himself, “The person who fears death the most knows how to survive the best…”

For [Gaia] branch, as long as they were not placed last, it would be a tremendous improvement. Clearly, Wang Qiang would not be able to do it. He was not strong, furthermore, he was too provocative.

And if Tu Dahei was as Yang Weiwei described—a person who kept a low profile and was afraid of death—a miracle might be created?

“Alright, let’s do it. Weiwei, contact Tu Dahei. He shall be this week’s contestant! Also, if [Gaia] branch can escape the fate of being last this week, I’ll double your salary and promote you!”

Xia Lin patted Yang Weiwei on the shoulder, calling out a rare “Weiwei”.

Yang Weiwei was surprised. She was just trying to get out of this cramped room, who knew that she would receive such a pleasant surprise?

At that moment, Yang Weiwei felt that in this game called life, learning the technique of “speaking nonsense” was awesome!

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In the virtual world, two figures were chasing each other with a giant colosseum as the background. It looked like they were having fun, but the atmosphere felt like enemies chasing after each other. One of them was dressed in a clown costume while the other one was brandishing a red saber. He was constantly attempting to slash at the clown.

The saber beams were bright red in color. Every slash seemed to burst out into a cold blood splash. But upon careful inspection, regardless of which angle the saber sliced in—top to bottom, bottom to top, left to right, or right to left—it was unable to touch the clown in any way. The clown’s footwork was extremely strange, as though it was devilish crab. And it was this strange footwork that would dodge several saber beams from a slight move from time to time.

The saber-wielding person appeared extremely irritated. The way he slashed his saber was already random without pattern. He was grumbling softly, swinging his saber at the clown who was running and stopping from time to time. Sometimes, he even used his saber as a projectile as though he was a child that had been teased to the point of losing his mind.

As for the clown, every time the saber-wielding person threw his saber, he would stop at his spot to wait for his opponent to pick up his saber. He did not attack the saber-wielding person at all, right from the beginning. His motions were not elegant, but the way he deftly avoided attacks made him look like an elegant gentleman.

Of course, in the eyes of the saber-wielding person, this extremely provocative clown that kept dodging was like an old hooligan who sexually assaulted women!

“Octoslash!”

Suddenly, the saber-wielding person shouted. The flames in his eyes were flaring as he turned around and produced a cross cut with a vertical split. In an instant, he completed slashes from eight different directions. Eight red saber beams flew at an extremely fast speed at the clown, as though it was sealing off any route of escape!

“Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!”

Eight flesh tearing sounds erupted, as the clown’s body was split into 9 sections instantly!

The saber-wielding person, having appeared to have completed his assault, sighed heavily instead. The sigh was filled with a deep sense of exhaustion.

The nine body sections distorted and disappeared into the light. It was just a phantom image!