Base No. 7

Chapter 11: rekill

Outside the glass doors of the combat arena, the Bone-Cutting Blade reveled in the roar and cheers of the crowd. He didn't seem in a hurry to finish off Ah Tai, seemingly taking pleasure in the spectacle.

Someone walked up to the arena to inquire, and at that moment, the female receptionist approached Xu Mo. "Mr. Hunter, if you challenge Mr. Bone-Cutting Blade and win, the reward is 3,500 Federation credits. If you lose, you'll receive 600 credits. Do you accept?"

"Sure." Xu Mo nodded. The Bone-Cutting Blade in the arena glanced briefly in their direction, his twin blades dripping with fresh blood.

"Can't you not go?" Bai Wei's palm clenched tightly, her voice trembling. Everything in the arena was too cruel, and she feared that Xu Mo might die here. Although she didn't fully understand who Xu Mo was, everything here frightened her. The only person she could follow was Xu Mo.

However, Xu Mo walked past her without a word.

Bone-Cutting Blade accepted Xu Mo's challenge!

Under the thrashing heavy metal music, the crowd went wild, reveling in the rush of violence, while Xu Mo, holding his scimitar, stepped slowly onto the combat floor. The arena staff were about to remove Ah Tai; he wasn't dead yet. The over-two-meter-tall giant's body twitched in extreme agony.

"Ah Tai!" Xu Mo shouted. Ah Tai seemed to hear, and his hand stretched out weakly.

Xu Mo gripped his bloodied, mangled hand. "This is the final fate of combat. If you win, don't return," Ah Tai spoke weakly, blood still pouring from his mouth. His hand spasmed once, then went completely still.

Xu Mo let go, watching as they carried Ah Tai off.

"Do you know him?" a voice came from behind. Xu Mo turned and saw Bone-Cutting Blade, whose face was partially obscured by a mask.

"Yes," Xu Mo replied.

Bone-Cutting Blade smiled. "You saw how he died, and you still dare to step up. What are you thinking?"

Xu Mo stared at Bone-Cutting Blade for a moment before answering, "I’m thinking, how will you die?"

Their conversation ignited the atmosphere, and they both wielded blades.

Amidst the intense music, the crowd screamed, while Bone-Cutting Blade licked the blood from his knives and fixed a cruel smile on Xu Mo.

Then, a mechanical voice announced: "Challenger: One victory Hunter; Defender: Eight victories Bone-Cutting Blade!"

"Roar..." As the announcement ended, the crowd went absolutely wild.

"Bone-Cutting Blade, how many slashes will it take this time?"

"Cut off his head!"

The crowd went wild, but Bone-Cutting Blade didn’t act immediately. Instead, he spoke, "One win? You dare come up? This time, I'll make your death slower."

"The first s***h, I will cut your eyes out," Xu Mo retorted.

"Is that so?" Bone-Cutting Blade chuckled. His body moved, and he rushed toward Xu Mo with lightning speed, slashing!