Chapter 690: Chapter 46: Strolling Around
Every name on the leaderboard has a points display, and once someone dies, they are removed from the leaderboard.
Of course.
Right now, everyone’s name is showing a big fat zero behind it.
They arrived relatively early, and at that time, the people in the square were still sparse. As time passed, more people arrived, and the number of names on the leaderboard grew.
"Wasn’t it supposed to be only ten thousand people?"
Su Changxing looked at the names on the leaderboard, which had already exceeded ten thousand, completely different from what he had previously understood.
Deceived?
Probably not, the popular posts on the forum shouldn’t be fake.
"So, the rules of the Slaughter Game have changed. But do the rules of such a game change so casually?"
Su Changxing carefully reviewed the Slaughter Game rules again and found that the cap of ten thousand participants had been changed to one hundred thousand.
The gap of this magnitude was self-evident.
The others in the square also noticed this, the number of players started feeling wrong, too many, a dense crowd stretching endlessly to the horizon.
They looked quite grim, it was already hard enough to survive among ten thousand, let alone one hundred thousand.
It was like originally picking one out of ten, but now picking one out of a hundred, the game’s difficulty rose tenfold, going from hard to hellish.
Even though they were all new players, those who came to participate in the Slaughter Game were prepared and had some confidence.
Su Changxing squinted slightly, feeling the pressure, and looked at the Barbarian beside him, saying blandly, "Could you stop nibbling on your toes?"
"Huh?" The Barbarian looked up at him with a confused expression, his mouth still moist with saliva.
This Barbarian’s name was Gurulu, and why he was called this, Su Changxing had no idea.
As for how this Barbarian became a player, he understood even less.
Because mobile phones are linked with the Spirit, Barbarians, although illiterate, can still read the text on phones, and he could understand the rules of the Slaughter Game.
"I can help you." The Barbarian licked the saliva at the corner of his mouth with his tongue and said, with a serious appearance, not like joking.
Su Changxing waved his hand, smiling, "No need, but I think this is a very private matter. It’s not too late to nibble on your toes in private."
"Huh?" Gurulu clearly did not understand Su Changxing’s meaning.
He carried a primal aura, his flesh was extremely strong, and his power couldn’t be underestimated.
Su Changxing patted the Barbarian’s shoulder and asked, "Why did you join the Slaughter Game? Is it also for advancement?"
The Barbarian raised his club and shouted, "Kill, fight!"
OK.
As expected, he’s barbaric.
Su Changxing extended his left hand into a fist saying, "Let’s bump fists."
The Barbarian did not initially understand what it meant, but later bumped fists after Su Changxing’s indication.
Su Changxing pointed at himself and the Barbarian, indicating, "Later, the two of us team up against them."
The Barbarian thought with his not-so-clever head, nodded, "You are strong, we can hunt together."
Su Changxing nodded with satisfaction, bumped fists with the Barbarian again, "Wait here, I’m going for a stroll, see if I can recruit a few strong people."
The Barbarian understood, grinned revealing large yellow teeth interspersed with canine spikes.
Due to the massive number of Slaughter Game participants, Su Changxing also felt the pressure, so this kind of recruiting tactics was necessary.
But most people wouldn’t rush to join, since this was essentially a mutual slaughter game, who knew if an ally would stab them in the back?
Unless previously acquainted and well-associated, strangers generally wouldn’t want to come together.
With the Slaughter Game imminent, the atmosphere seemed cold, and no one wanted overly to discuss with others, only because they were all enemies.
Su Changxing ambled around the square, greeting people with an air of familiarity, "Hey brother, are you a Demon Hunter? I have the same handgun as yours."
The person wore a black leather mask revealing only cold eyes, and his gray coat was stained with blood, that of demons.
Players able to kill demons were invariably strong, this blood was the proof of strength.
The weakest demons were at least Tier Six, terrifying demons were capable of wantonly destroying worlds, turning where they tread into doomsday.
"Get lost~" the Demon Hunter coldly said, looking at Su Changxing with extreme vigilance.
Su Changxing’s behavior seemed odd to him, if gathering intelligence, one wouldn’t casually discuss but merely greet.
"Alright~"
Su Changxing also wasn’t the least bit angry and smiled.
He felt there was no point in being angry with the dead, and if he were angry, it would just make him seem petty.
He brushed past the Demon Hunter’s shoulder lightly and hummed an unknown tune, "da-da-da~"
The plaza was filled with all kinds of people, men and women, young and old, from children who looked like they had just learned to walk, to old men in wheelchairs, from monks to Christians, and even a slave owner, and even someone wearing a crown with disheveled hair.
"Are you a king?" Su Changxing walked up to him and asked curiously.
The man had deep-set eyes, a black long beard, curled hair cascading down the sides, dressed in thick fur-lined armor, carrying two iron Battle Axes on his back: "Don’t I look like one?"
His voice was deep, carrying a sense of authority.
Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "Isn’t it quite a stretch for a king like you to participate in the Slaughter Game?"
The man wearing the crown sneered, "Our kingdom only has me left, it’s either death or reaching higher, I have nothing else to ask for."
"I see." Su Changxing nodded, showing a look of realization.
The man wearing the crown looked at Su Changxing, placing his hands on his hips and said, "I’ve actually been observing you for a while now, but couldn’t figure out what you’re up to. Your actions might just make a lot of people remember you."
"I’m afraid that once we enter the Land of Slaughter and the chaos begins, you’ll become a target for everyone."
He analyzed logically.
Su Changxing looked at the crown on his head and smiled, "Aren’t you the same? A person wearing a crown might attract more attention."
"That’s because I have strength." The man wearing the crown said confidently.
Su Changxing nodded, extended a hand and said, "I’m also looking for allies, as a king you should know the power of a team."
"But you’re only Tier Seven."
"You can surely feel I have some strength, and two equally strong people don’t easily join forces."
The man wearing the crown took a glance at him, then extended his left hand, "I’m Kyle, even if our alliance might not be so strong, I think it’s necessary."
They shook hands and exchanged knowing smiles.
Carl was a Tier Six Extraordinary, his position being "Frost Throne", and his strength was evidently formidable.
This kind of alliance wasn’t strong, but useful, under certain circumstances, they could fully cooperate.
Su Changxing originally wanted to see if there were any people related to Cultivating Immortality, but didn’t find any, perhaps cultivating immortality was incompatible with being an Extraordinary, or there was no need for it.
He also saw someone who looked like a Cultivator, but upon closer inspection, wasn’t, just someone with a position related to a sword.
A person holding a Longsword in both hands, dressed in white robes, looking very Immortal-like, tilted his head back, and said coldly, "A mere Tier Seven dares to come before me."
"..."
Su Changxing gave him a strange look, then silently went behind him, standing back to back.
"..." The person holding the Longsword was taken aback, took a big step backward, seemingly sensing something, and screamed, "What do you want to do!"
Su Changxing glanced back at him, said nothing, and walked away arrogantly.
"What was that?"
The person holding the Longsword frowned, recalling the feeling he got just now, unease rising in his heart, deeply buried, long lingering, as if a cold blade was already pressed to his neck.
The plaza was huge.
Su Changxing was running out of time, his Speed increasing, not as leisurely as before.
Although he seemed to be wandering the plaza aimlessly, in fact, he covered every corner of it.
"What is he doing?" A person with a rifle on their back, dressed in camouflage, noticed Su Changxing’s actions and felt puzzled.
The person next to him, also in camouflage, sneered, "Just putting on airs, a mere Joker."
There were four such people, and their actions showed a sense of coordination.
Among them, the slightest, wearing glasses, looking like a teacher, observing the surroundings, writing something on a notepad,
"According to my analysis, although that person is only Tier Seven, his strength is definitely not weak, possibly even stronger than any one of us four."
After hearing this, the others showed serious expressions; someone a tier lower than them could actually suppress them; what kind of monster was this?
In their minds, a higher tier meant absolute crush, they all were strong players, but how strong could he really be?
"Everyone must be very careful, once inside, don’t act rashly, first find a way to survive."
"If the four of us can successfully regroup, no one else will be our opponents. Just"
