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Chapter 226: Lanchi's Species Evolution Special Training
Chapter 226: Lanchi's Species Evolution Special Training
In the chilly winter air, Hebelian held Talia's hand, as if to share some warmth with her.
"Talia, you should head back first. Later, I'll ask Lanchi to send me back to Boss Cat's restaurant."
Hebelian gazed at Talia gently and considerately.
She sensed that Talia didn't want to continue watching the match any longer.
Though she didn't know the reason, Hebelian wouldn't pry when someone might be troubled.
"Alright, I'll wait for you at home for dinner."
Talia nodded, releasing Hebelian's hand and quickly walking away along the aisle.
As she watched Talia's figure disappear, Hebelian exhaled, a mixture of relief and sigh.
"How nice it would have been to have a mother like her since I was little..."
Hebelian whispered softly, her eyelashes lowered.
Then, she shook her head and turned her gaze back to the combat stage.
On the icy battle square, the iron armor of the Slaughter Squad of the Demon King's Army emitted a crunching sound. Suddenly, a slender fighter burst out with astonishing speed, his body turning into a flash of lightning. As his muscles moved, they generated tremendous force, as if to deliver a powerful kick that would end his opponent's life.
However, the Demon King's Army was already prepared with their serrated broadswords, not intending to block with their weapons but to take the kick head-on. At the same time, the fighter's chest was torn open by the serrated edge, and the warmth of his flesh was instantly carried away by the cold wind.
On the other side of the square, two members of the Demon King's Army surrounded a lone fighter from the Yalong Kingdom who was constantly backing away. He tried to dodge in terror, but the heavy battle axe and scythe of the Grim Reaper inevitably slashed at his waist from both sides, spraying blood. His organs nearly separated from his body, and the powerful impact might have shattered his lumbar spine.
As the mist of blood spread, the audience could clearly see that each attack by the Demon King's Army carved an art of fear. They sought not only victory but also relished the process of slaughter, as if only by doing so could they ignite the chaotic flames in their eyes and fill the emptiness that had long ago taken hold of their hearts.
The five Ikelite fighters, modified by Lanchi, felt no pain, driven only by the killing directives that remained.
Their serrated broadswords and battle axes traced arcs of crimson in the air, and with each fall, a fighter's piercing scream or their body being flung through the air followed.
The once-white combat square was now drenched in blood-red, and the crimson stains on the marble tiles continued to spread with every friction.
"No, don't come any closer!"
A fighter with a twisted calf sat on the ground, his eyes glistening with fear, as he backed away and struck out at the Demon King's Army member before him with all his might. However, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and the approaching butcher's eyes held only contempt for life and a morbid obsession with slaughter.
Soon, the sickening sound of organs rupturing echoed through the arena.
In the ten-minute battle, the fighters from the Yalong Kingdom fell one by one, their bloodstained weapons emitting a chilly gleam in the dim natural light.
At this moment, the entire arena fell silent, except for the four fighters who had already passed out. Only Kuse remained, facing off against five demons.
Even though each member of the Ikelite College fighter team was severely injured, their smiles grew more satisfied.
"Finally, it's just you left..."
The vice-captain's voice rumbled like that of an abyssal behemoth.
The other members seemed to have come here with the sole purpose of killing Kuse, as if killing him a thousand or ten thousand times wouldn't be enough.
This hatred seemed to have transformed into a twisted love, a desire to see him, to get close to him, to find the answers that would satisfy their own cravings.
"Why won't you just fall already?!"
For the first time, Kuse began to back away, his voice laced with confusion and anger.
It was an instinctive muscle reaction.
During the fight, he had indeed knocked these guys down before.
But even with broken bones, they kept getting back up!
He had never seen such terrifying creatures.
Although Kuse, with his face covered in blood, still seemed to have some fight left in him, the terror had set in as he faced the relentless pursuit of five zombie-like, insane demons alone.
With their overwhelming momentum, he no longer wished to continue this brutal confrontation.
However, having spoken so arrogantly in front of tens of thousands of spectators, the thought of surrendering to these weaklings, the very beings he despised, was even more unbearable than death.
"Do you know how many times you've killed me...?"
"You must die here today..."
"I will never let you hurt Zirvine again..."
Their heads swayed as they muttered, their facial muscles contorting, their scarlet eyes fixed solely on Kuse.
The group before him, as if brainwashed by evil, muttered incomprehensibly.
"What are you guys even saying?!"
Watching this, Kuse finally shouted in terror.
He hadn't done anything to Zirvine!
Even the commentator, Lu Vishen, didn't know how to explain what was happening.
Huperrian immediately jumped down from the spectator stand and ran to the coach's bench to sit next to Lanchi.
The problem was far more serious than she had imagined! !
The staff noticed that there was a spectator who had jumped down and quickly prepared to stop them, but when they saw Lanchi wave his hand, indicating that this person was part of their coaching staff, they soon nodded and halted their steps.
"Huperrian, I guarantee that I will give you a satisfying victory today."
Lanchi noticed Huperrian's arrival, glanced at her, and said proudly.
"Lanchi, what have you been doing to them these past two days?"
Huperrian asked anxiously, fixing her gaze on Lanchi.
Although she was surprised that Lanchi would admit that he wanted to win this match for her instead of giving some other excuse, she was now extremely worried that Lanchi might have done something too extreme.
Huperrian felt that Lanchi, with his clear understanding of competitive spirit, had become even more unusual.
It was as if anyone who looked into those emerald green eyes would fall under his hypnosis, succumbing to a deep and uncontrollable fervor and willingly offering everything to him...
"I asked Professor Bolao to modify a horror-themed solo version of the artificial shadow world for me, changing the setting of forced exit upon death to—when they die, they will resurrect at a certain point in time and continue the story until they pass."
Leaning against the long chair and gazing at the combat square, Lanchi casually crossed his fingers and placed them on his legs as he replied.
"And then?"
"Then I set the image of the Yaloran Royal Academy's Kuse and the others as the antagonists and made the heroine look exactly like Zirvine. I sent the five members of the Fighting Soul team into the solo shadow world, and according to their personalities, I designed tragic plots that would be particularly unacceptable to them."
"......"
Huperrian could only listen in shock and remained silent.
"In this illusory yet realistic world, these fighters witnessed Zirvine being cruelly killed time and time again. They experienced endless cycles of death and resurrection. Whenever they were at their most desperate and broken, the Great Lover would appear as a goddess, gently pointing out the mistakes and sins they had committed in this playthrough, and then send them back to start over."
Lanchi continued his explanation to Huperrian.
"You made the Great Lover... a goddess?"
Huperrian swallowed hard.
"Yes, I let her do as she pleased with her words."
"No......"
Huperrian covered her head with her hands.
She couldn't describe the sinful soul-torturing game that Lanchi had devised.
But it was a Pandora's box that she had opened herself.
"It's not over yet."
Lanchi shook his head.
What the Fighting Soul team members didn't realize was that Lanchi, as the central controller, would sometimes enter the game himself, taking on the role of a certain character and artificially creating extremely frightening or enraging tragedies to guide them.
Although the story ended with the challenger's victory, the companions who formed a bond with the heroine would inevitably die, including Zirvine, who would perish because of the challenger.
If there was even a glimmer of hope for one of the challenger's companions to survive to the end, Lanchi would personally intervene to ensure their demise.
"I mainly wanted to emphasize a sense of destiny. Whenever they saw a glimmer of hope, I would snuff it out just as they thought things were about to turn around, making them understand the fact that fate is difficult to change. When they return to the real world, they will feel like they've woken up from a dream, but they will also realize that the wheels of fate have begun to turn again, and they will have one last chance."
Lanchi finished explaining to Huperrian about his special training arrangement.
Finally, after more than thirty hours of this special training, the five fighters successfully emerged from the artificial shadow world that Lanchi had controlled.
Their mental state had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.
"You......"
Huperrian's eyelids twitched, and she quickly turned her gaze back to the combat square.
These five fighters had been immersed in the shadow world for so long that they might no longer be able to distinguish between reality and illusion. They had undoubtedly witnessed Zirvine being killed by Kuse hundreds of times, and now, their minds were likely filled with nothing but the desire to kill Kuse.
She dared not imagine what these five fighters would do to Kuse next!
(End of Chapter)
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