Infinite Sims Chapter 142

Can I live if I lose my head?

As long as you are a normal person, you know what the answer is.

I also know that in the finals where this accident turned into a death match, Jiang Ren, who has repeatedly fallen into desperation and broke out, even took out the second spirit call, has already died so much that he can't die.

There can be no reversals and miracles.

Because the birth of both requires suitable soil, and death means that the soil no longer exists.

"Miss, are you... okay?"

Xiluweia looked at Vivienne whose light had faded in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to help her.

In a trance, it seemed that she had returned to the dark and dark night after the young lady received the news of her father's death a few years ago.

"I'm fine."

Vivian's chin was almost buried in her chest, her tone of voice did not fluctuate, and she subconsciously pushed Xiluweia away when she touched her arm.

Caught off guard.

Xiluweiya sat down on the ground and made a slight painful sound.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

Vivienne turned her head, and only then awoke from the state of unconsciousness just now, and quickly helped her maid up.

Xiluweiya shook her head: "I'm fine, but you are the lady..."

"I'm fine, all this is the guide of fate, and all I can do is to follow the path of fate."

A smile appeared on Vivienne's face, and she could no longer see the slightest sadness and loneliness. It seemed that everything just now was an illusion.

The colorful python spit out snake core.

The purple vertical pupil almost turned into a thin line, staring closely at the VIP room where Eric was, like a mark before the predation.

"Miss……"

Xiluweiya bit her lip lightly, knowing that it had taken her many years to open her heart, and she closed herself again.

And this time, it may be forever.

"There are always people who think that talent is strength and they don't need to put others in their eyes. In fact, most of them died in the middle. Natural disasters or man-made disasters, who knows."

Eric poured all the red wine that had just been filled in the goblet into his mouth, and smiled provocatively at the Vivienne spiritual-calling python that was diagonally opposite.

This feeling of destroying genius couldn't be more beautiful.

"According to the Hope Regulations, how will Eric be punished?"

On the aisle in the stands, Leif looked at Junichiro Sato who was laughing loudly on the arena, and asked his assistant Perius.

Perius looked serious: "If nothing else is found, it should be ten to fifteen years in prison."

"Somewhat heavy."

Leif shook his head and said, "Send him to the arena of despair. As long as he can survive for three months, he will be exempted from all crimes and be acquitted."

"Yes."

Perius only felt cold in his heart.

The minimum sentence of more than ten years has turned into three months to go to the arena of despair. From the time point of view, this seems to be an extremely cost-effective thing.

But in fact.

There are very few people who can survive three months in the arena of despair, and they are all spiritualists who stand on the pinnacle of mankind, and if they can't survive, they will only die.

Perius didn't think that a person who relied on conspiracy and trickery to obtain a common arena would have that kind of tyrannical strength.

"Notify them that the arrest has begun."

Leif looked at the arena for the last time and was about to leave, but just after half a step, his movements stopped suddenly.

He immediately turned his head and looked at the fighting space in the center of the duel arena.

"Never want to threaten me..."

Kneeling on the ground, Sato Junichiro, who was celebrating aloud, suddenly felt his heart palpitations, and when he looked up, he saw a horrifying scene.

I saw the body in front of me that had lost his head, and the blood-red knife in his hand was held up high.

moment.

The knife slashed down, and the blood shadow flashed.

The audience in the stands only heard a miserable cry and found that Junichiro Sato, who was still celebrating the victory just now, had his arms cut off by Sieken, and his two arms that had lost support fell on the ground.

"Miss, he's not dead! He's not dead! He's still alive!"

Seeing this scene, Xiluweiya hurriedly shouted to Vivian, who was looking down at a pocket watch behind her, because of her excitement, she was rather incoherent.

"I know you are doing me good, but you shouldn't play with this..."

Vivienne raised her head, through the viewing window, saw the fighting space that had become a circular arena, the last "laugh" stopped in her mouth, and murmured: "He actually is still alive."

Unconsciously, there were two lines of tears in her eyes, which were tears of joy.

"Didn't I say that it will not be me who will die today?"

Jiang Ren looked at Sato Junichiro who kept screaming contemptuously, and controlled his body to pick up his head: "Why do you think you can win?"

"Not a human...you are not a human!"

Sato Junichiro saw this weird picture.

I forgot the pain on my shoulders for a moment, and my mind was full of emotions called fear.

"I'm not a human? Are you?"

Jiang Ren put his head back on his **** neck, and the fracture disappeared at a rapid speed, as if his head had never left his neck.

In fact.

This new spirit summoner, named by him as the swordsman, is also a twin spirit summoner, and it is not the humanoid phantom that he possesses, but the sword in his hand.

In this case, as long as the knife is okay, he will be fine.

Even if this humanoid Spirit Summoning was chopped into pieces, it would still have little effect. The reason why he chose to reinstall his head instead of directly recovering it was just to reduce the consumption of mental energy.

"When you made the last cut, I had at least two chances to kill you. Do you know why I didn't do it?"

Jiang Ren pulled a knife and threw out all the blood on it.

Sato Junichiro seemed to have thought of something.

The face that was already horrified is now full of fear and fear.

Without any hesitation, he knelt on the ground supporting his weak body, and kowtow to Jiang Ren: "Forgive me, please forgive me!"

"Spare you? Then why didn't you spare the stone ape?"

Jiang Ren looked at the snow-white blade that could clearly illuminate his face, his face calm and gentle. It seems that this is not a fighting space for life and death, but a quiet restaurant where you can enjoy afternoon tea.

"vomit!"

Suddenly, Junichiro Sato vomited a blood-red piece of meat, and then smiled provocatively at Jiang Ren.

Judging from the shape of the meat, it seems to be half of his tongue.

"Can you have some common sense?"

Jiang Ren glanced at the flesh and sighed helplessly: "Breaking off your tongue is the most stupid way to commit suicide, unless you are going to block your throat with blood and suffocate yourself to death."

The other party did this, obviously knowing what he was going to do to him next, so he wanted to kill himself in this way, but it was a pity that he lacked the necessary common sense.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Hearing this, Sato Junichiro's face changed drastically, and he kept kowtow to Jiang Ren.

On the one hand, I hope Jiang Ren can give himself a happy life, on the other hand, he wants to knock his head directly to commit suicide.

"You may not know, I am a kind person."

"In that death fight, how you treated the stone ape, I will pay back ten times today, saying that ten times is ten times, definitely only a lot more."

Jiang Ren retracted the knife body from the scabbard on his back, then stepped on Sato Junichiro's head, and said softly: "Have you heard of a punishment called Lingchi? Simply put, it is to take the meat from the prisoner's body. Cut off piece by piece, worth thousands of knives, and lasted as long as three or four days."

"Ah ah ah ah ah......"

Sato Junichiro was struggling with trepidation.

But he slammed the strongest knife and was still seriously injured, unable to let the foot that fell on his head move the slightest.

"There are a lot of people."

Jiang Ren looked at the crowded stands, and was not prepared to impose such cruel punishments in the crowd.

After all, the penalty of excessive delay is too deep for the senses.

Even if these spectators often watch **** gladiatorial battles in the arena, I am afraid that no less than 70% of them will feel uncomfortable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Rose Arena to watch the finals of the Rose Arena. This final is now over. I, Shi Yong, on behalf of all the staff of the Rose Arena, thank you!"

Jiang Ren took off the blood-stained hat, changed several directions continuously, and bowed to the audience in the stands to show his gratitude.

soon.

Thunderous applause sounded from the stands.

"Shi Yong! Shi Yong!! Shi Yong!!!"

Immediately, a name rang over the arena, and even the residents living near the arena could faintly hear it.

Outside the arena, in this city.

More people who "watched" the finals on the radio were stunned by the commentary on the game. If it hadn't taken into account the integrity of the selected channel, they would probably think it was a fraud.

But even so, because they didn't see it with their own eyes, many people still doubted it.

But at this moment, when they heard the commentator chanting the name of the winner, they couldn't help calling out the name. At this moment, the whole city seemed to have only one voice.

When all the voices are brought together, only one name is heard.

——Shi Yong!

Under Jiang Ren's suggestion.

The commentary of the Rose Arena soon announced the end of the game, and skipped many steps to start the clearing.

"Do you think I lost?"

Eric looked at the dwindling crowd in the stands, his facial features gradually twisted together, and then gloomily looked at Jiang Ren who was stepping on Sato Junichiro's head, waiting for the crowd to evacuate.

He couldn't figure out why a person could still be alive if his head was lost?

But these are not important anymore. If you don't do anything, then from today onwards, Rose Arena will no longer belong to you.

Lost this special industry.

The aura on his body will fade, and the title of the noble that he is proud of is no different from those nouveau riche.

"Fortunately, I did a two-handed preparation."

Eric thought of this ~www.mtlnovel.com~ with a cold smile.

Long before the fight started, he had placed a lot of manpower outside the VIP room where Vivian was located, just because of the current situation.

As long as Vivienne is dead.

The only person who owns the right of succession to the Qiangwei family will obtain the Qiangwei Arena and all the property of the Qiangwei family.

At that time, just push Vivian's death above the vendetta.

Anyway, she had gone to study at the Illusionist Academy in other places for a few years. Whether she offended anyone during that time, no one can tell.

As for the reputation of the arena after the assassination incident.

As a city with only one arena, this is a unique business, and there is no need to worry about it.

Moreover, even if it will have an impact.

At the very least, it is much better than just watching, the arena is out of your own name.

Chapter end