Chapter 340 - 340 320 Destroyer

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340: Chapter 320: Destroyer 340: Chapter 320: Destroyer “…Oh, Runner number 63, a favorite choice of ours, is on a killing spree. Another unfortunate soul, another pitiful bug trying to surpass him, ruthlessly eliminated by him…” The host in the sky continues to cheerfully broadcast the “highlights” of the race, commenting on the individuals that are eliminated one after another. His behavior is undoubtedly a reflection of the attitude of the Secret Realm’s manager, or even the attitude of the Chasers (Virtual Personas). He, simply enjoys competition… “…From the very beginning, there were no restrictions against attacking others actively. Everyone was trying to suss each other out during the first stage…” Someone, be it from the leading group or lagging behind, finally understood and started to take action. From the outset, this “race” had no standard rules. And “having no rules” is a rule in itself, namely, “as long as you cross the finish line first, do whatever you want.” Some started to attack vehicles ahead, while some directly threw tacks, stones, and spikes on the highway… In comparison to those who came prepared, Lu Ping’an was not as nasty. Of course, where he truly crossed the line was in exposing the sordid “unspoken rules” through his actions. He alone had turned the “duel of strength ” into a “duel of tactics”… Of course, these were just phenomena set to transpire sooner or later. “Unorthodox competition” was bound to occur eventually. But without his interference, the competition might have stayed unperturbed for several trials or even a few months. A new environment is initially somewhat clean and fair. Perhaps there should have been a period of “fair competition”. But regardless of how everyone would develop new “player rules” in negotiations later, this is destined to become a rather filthy race zone in the short run due to Lu Ping’an. As for Lu Ping’an, he was probably the first one to foresee this destined chaotic race. Unlike others who would think about the consequences of muddying the waters, consider factors beyond the race, and worry about unsportsmanlike tactics. If he even bothered to consider these things, it would indeed be odd. At this point, he was still immersed in his massive beast-taming killing spree. Those who were faster than him, eliminate them. Those who were slower than him, ignore them. Those trying to overtake him, prioritize them for elimination. Catching up to the people chasing the first few places was unrealistic. The teams of those fourth-tier bosses were among them and even if he catches up, it wasn’t guaranteed he could win. There were a few people who managed to catch up from behind, their abilities were exceptional. After a brief bout failed to resolve the problem, others would seize the opportunity to overtake, leaving Lu Ping’an to deal with the masses behind him. He, with his own strength, had forcibly turned “who is faster” into “unless you are stronger than me, you are not allowed to be faster”. The speed among those in the first tier was still astonishing. With Lu Ping’an placed in the middle, a frustrated crowd formed behind him. Maybe in the following rounds, if anyone tries to replicate this scenario, the race would get extremely dirty. For example, if one’s own team is striving to run ahead and several people from the rear form a malicious partnership and prevent all those attempting to get near the front, as long as the cost is affordable, that would ensure a place within the top ten or even secure the championship every three days. Would Chasers interfere? Not necessarily. This guy mentioned: “No matter what obstacles appear, they should be overcome with one’s own strength”. He is only interested in seeing competition. A river of blood and malicious teamwork seem to be a form of competition too. “If you want to place based on strength, you better take this chance, before teams or groups monopolize the competition. Perhaps there is only this one time left.” Even if a few smart people foresaw the future, Lu Ping’an, who stood in their path, became an “obstacle” they couldn’t surpass. There were people who shouted “Let’s take him down together”, some even took the initiative to charge. However, they were horrified to find out that no one followed them. Fighting Lu Ping’an was asking for trouble. Those who initially agreed to “go together”, one by one, just watched from a distance. Nobody is a fool. If they really managed to stop that monster, both sides would fall into a deadlock. Those riders who were previously stopped would certainly rush up to grab the places. The sweet taste of overtaking. And, that beast seemed increasingly irritable without food. If they weren’t careful, people were really going to die… They were waiting, waiting for the beast to tire out. After all, beasts not only get tired easily but are also incredibly temperamental. However, they did not realize that Little Flame was not a regular Magic Monster. Even if their vehicles exploded, Little Flame would not feel tired. [Boiling Blood Passion (Silver Lower Passive): This creature is bloodthirsty and loves to fight, and doesn’t know the meaning of fatigue. Their special physical structure allows them to have almost infinite physical and stamina recovery ability before their blood is exhausted.] This strange vehicle race was still ongoing, with Lu Ping’an leading comfortably on his beast, followed by a hodgepodge of vehicles. There were bicycles, roller skates, motorcycles, horses, unicycles, vacuum cleaners… Cough, most people still had conventional vehicles. Still, their speeds were similar, maintaining a safe distance with Lu Ping’an in front. The situation had become more ironic; because of Lu Ping’an’s presence, the already unfair competition had again become “fair”, with everyone else obediently lining up behind. The race had returned to its starting point. The last time Lu Ping’an looked back, he saw at least forty people squatting there. “Seventeenth place, eh? That’s not bad.” He didn’t think that any undergraduate competitors from the Ancient city would be able to keep up with Meow’s incredible speed in the first round. The ones in front should be participants from the social sector who came to clear the Secret Realm. Therefore, most of his school competitors were most likely still behind him. “As long as I don’t lose, it’ll be just fine. Next up, it’s Guan Xinxian’s turn.” Lu Ping’an was quite satisfied with this result. He waved triumphantly at the host in the sky, who responded with a jovial wave and greetings. The course of the second round was not very long and, with the boosting effect of the vehicles, everyone’s speed was not slow. When the second midpoint line appeared in front of everyone, a sigh of relief was let out. However, if it ended right there, then they would have underestimated Lu Ping’an. “Little Fire Dragon…Little Flame, let’s burn it up!” While Lu Ping’an was making jokes that no one understood, he ordered the “Little Fire Dragon” beneath him to spew magma onto the ground. “Heat Blood Explosion!” A copious amount of flames, blood, and magma spewed out at the same time, their destructive range was kept minimal with careful control. [Thermal Blood Explosion (Silver Lower): Open body’s heat and liquid pores, and vomit a third of the blood to cause a wide range of destruction] The high-temperature body fluid and magma form a flowing moat, with the damaged terrain burning in the blaze. Behind Lu Ping’an, a lava river that tore through the highway sprung into existence. If it were the first round of the race, for the Runners, leaping over the obstacle would not be a problem. But in the vehicle race, not many vehicles could fly. How long could it stall? Looking at the highway that had completely turned into a volcanic area, Lu Ping’an estimated that the time would be sufficient. From this moment on, many vehicles had to slow down. Taking this opportunity, Lu Ping’an took the lead and rushed to the next exchange point. “Your turn.” Seeing the suddenly appeared Guan Xinxian, Lu Ping’an smiled and pass him the baton. They coordinated perfectly, no need for superfluous words. In a flash of light, he returned to the stands, greeted by Meow’s subtle gaze, the hostility and wariness of the other spectators, and of course, the Ghost Club members who were both excited and a little uneasy.

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