Chapter 41

As the fireworks exploded, Bu Li suddenly felt that the omnipresent force of scrutiny had suddenly intensified, as if the fireworks had attracted their attention.

"Alright, now the choice you are about to face is being witnessed by countless people," Chu Zhongze's figure seemed even more sinister, like a soul standing there, speaking words that made no sense.

"You two will die, but for some reason, one of you can survive. Who will survive depends on your own choices and luck," Chu Zhongze said, word by word.

Suddenly hearing that there was still a chance of survival, but only one person could live, the man and woman's faces showed a conflicted joy. Chu Zhongze's strength was extraordinary, and there was no need for deception, as it would be meaningless. But why had things come to this?

Through the mirage, Chu Zhongze's words appeared in the Wufang City, causing a wave of cheers. An interesting provocation was about to unfold, providing more opportunities for betting and more chances to watch the clumsy performances of those lowly half-breeds, making countless people of the Hunlan Continent jubilant.

"This is how it is. I'll give you a few moments to share your last warmth, then I'll decide life and death with the simplest method. Remember the game of rock-paper-scissors we played as children? It's just like that. The winner can live, but will be stripped of their cultivation and banished from the Divine Legacy Mountains. The loser will be killed by me, and their left ear will be cut off. Now, begin. You have ten breaths."

Chu Zhongze spoke slowly, as if afraid that the two people embracing wouldn't understand.

Suddenly hearing about life and death, the girl's face turned pale, and she seemed to have lost her mind, like a sleepwalker. The young man struggled to sit up, somewhat disbelieving Chu Zhongze's words. Although Chu Zhongze had hinted at the reason, he hadn't understood it in the panic. After a brief moment of shock, the young man saw that Chu Zhongze's fingers had already bent to the fourth, and he quickly leaned close to the girl's ear, whispering.

The girl, like a mindless living corpse, didn't hear a word the young man said.

Chu Zhongze's fingers had already bent to the seventh, and time was running out. The young man clenched his teeth and shook the girl's shoulders hard.

Perhaps shaken awake, the girl let out a cry. The immense pressure from Chu Zhongze had already worn away all her courage and strength during the long chase. Bu Li calmly watched all this, piecing together the events and understanding what Chu Zhongze intended to do.

Damn it!

Bu Li rarely swore, but at this moment, he couldn't help but curse. Being a dog so thoroughly was indescribable. The bored people outside the mountains, tired of bloody fights, wanted to see human nature? Why? Just because they thought they were gods?

Feeling a bit resentful, although Bu Li wasn't threatened, a lingering sense of frustration remained in his heart.

Seeing the girl regain some consciousness, the young man leaned close to her ear, whispering softly. Bu Li's heart was shrouded in a thick, heavy gloom. No matter what they did, the outcome was certain, just providing more fodder for those self-righteous, bored people.

As the last finger bent, Chu Zhongze clenched his fists, a faint smile on his face, as if he already knew their choice and was just waiting for the answer.

"Let's begin. The loser will die." Like a demon's whisper, Chu Zhongze's eyes became vacant as he looked at the two frightened people.

Two fists appeared, trembling, not aimed at an enemy but playing a childhood game. The carefree childhood game now carried the lives of two people, the intense and powerful contrast making the young man and woman almost at a loss.

Uncertain if what he was doing was right, what the consequences would be, and what to do next, the young man glanced at Chu Zhongze, seeing his hands behind his back and a mocking smile on his thin face.

In the Wufang City's training ground, all the mirages changed to Chu Zhongze's "game" at the same time, and the noise around was deafening. The casino quickly calculated and opened betting, with countless soul stones being placed. Some bet on how many rounds it would take to decide the winner, some on which of the young man and woman would die first, and some on other things.

When "rock" appeared three times in a row, the noise turned to curses, cursing these people with low, despicable blood, how could they be so cunning!

However, more and more people gathered around the training ground to watch the fate of the young man and woman. This was not a common occurrence, but it had happened before. It was a pre-arranged entertaining segment by the casinos or sects, a different kind of entertainment amidst the bloody slaughter. Everyone watched with great interest, and no one felt sorry for the young man and woman. The Grand Ceremony of the Remnant Clans had clearly stated that these so-called Divine Legacy Clans were born with dirty blood, carrying original sin, and could only be reborn by killing another of the same clan and washing away their sins with blood.

Therefore, no one felt sympathy. It was like watching a trapped beast struggle, a fresh and stimulating experience in a calm and mundane life.

In the Divine Legacy Mountains, Chu Zhongze stood before the fallen young man and woman, his figure blending into the night. Chu Zhongze had clearly anticipated this outcome from the start. He watched silently until the third tie, then said, "You have three more chances."

"Why!" The young man, seeing that Chu Zhongze remained unperturbed and hadn't become angry at his quick-witted trick, had just calmed down a bit, but before he could think about what to do next, he heard Chu Zhongze's voice, cutting off all his options.

"Why?" The same three words, but with a very different flavor. Was it mockery? Or self-ridicule? Perhaps even Chu Zhongze didn't know.

"Because you are weaker than me, and I set the rules here."

"You didn't say that before!" The injured young man tried to argue, struggling weakly.

A white light flashed, reflecting the sunset's afterglow in the Divine Legacy Mountains, like a brilliant meteor. Two streams of blood spurted as the white light disappeared, followed by two screams.

Bu Li's gaze never left Chu Zhongze. In this attack, Bu Li saw Chu Zhongze's method. His long, pale fingers, reminiscent of a girl's from his previous life playing the piano, began to form white frost, which then condensed into ice, forming a small ice knife that was shot at the opponent.

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