Chapter 399: Chapter 398: Mona Warrior
Lv Bai wasn’t sure what this master was thinking, still maintaining a cheerful demeanor: "Cleaner Fish? Sounds like personnel specially responsible for handling unexpected events like me."
"You can only be arrogant for a little while longer now."
The master’s expression seemed a bit stiff, because he didn’t sense any tension from Lv Bai, and instead, there was even a hint of expectation. This made anything he said now seem merely a tough facade.
"Arrogant, am I?"
Lv Bai picked up a wine glass that no one had touched, took a sip, smacked his lips, and seemed to chat idly as if passing time: "This kind of situation is exactly what I was hoping to see."
This was actually the truth.
In fact, when he followed the crowd into the restaurant and saw the master in this form, he realized that this wasn’t the master’s true body.
This meant the other party could completely abandon this shell, and any coercive means wouldn’t get him any information from the master. This was why he didn’t care whether the master answered his questions.
There would be other ways to obtain information anyway.
Causing a ruckus didn’t matter much.
Suddenly, the master, who looked troubled, seemed to receive some news, and his expression turned from cloudy to clear.
He stood up recklessly, putting some distance between himself and Lv Bai, without worrying about the possibility that Lv Bai might suddenly take this opportunity to attack and kill him.
Lv Bai indeed wasn’t interested in targeting a single master, watching as the other party retreated to the edge of the restaurant, saying lightly: "Looks like it’s here."
With victory assured, the master gave a rare response: "Even if you want to escape now, it’s already too late."
As if to confirm what he said, the restaurant ceiling suddenly shattered.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bright pillar-like beams of light broke through the ceiling and crashed down rapidly.
Lv Bai squinted his eyes instinctively, not stopping the beams from falling.
Faced with the sudden change, the others in the restaurant couldn’t sit still, scattering in all directions. If they were hit and killed by the falling concrete blocks from the ceiling, there would be no justification.
But the ceiling shattered too abruptly, and two unlucky individuals were hit by pieces of building debris as large as millstones, crushed into a bloody mess on the spot.
The lucky ones who survived didn’t have time to pay attention to these two unfortunate souls; their attention was all focused on Lv Bai’s position.
A total of six beams, three on either side, surrounded Lv Bai.
The beams were very dazzling, illuminating the restaurant brightly without leaving a single shadow.
Yet this light didn’t convey any warmth, only coldness and viscosity.
Lv Bai adjusted to the brightness, barely accepting it, and laughed: "This setup looks like an execution on the spot."
The white-robed clone avoided the falling debris from the ceiling: "No need to hand you a noose. After all, the noose has quite a few barbs. Be thankful we don’t intend to torture you."
"No way."
Lv Bai touched his neck, explaining: "Anyone who’s been on the gallows knows that the bag over the head is always pulled tight to the neck; you can’t even feel the little barbs on the noose."
The white-robed clone fell silent: "..."
Logically speaking, someone who performed so well in the Death Arena couldn’t be a fool.
But Lv Bai’s reaction made him really doubt if this guy’s mind was still working properly.
The master then looked up and shouted: "Stop dawdling, hurry up and finish off this guy."
Before his voice had faded, three figures leapt down from above, landing outside the six beams.
Lv Bai’s gaze swept over these three people, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Because his Load ability activated instantly, showing that each of these three individuals was a Death Fighter with more than three abilities.
"Human?"
"Human?"
The same two words, the first was a question.
The latter was full of disdain.
The man with the walrus moustache made no effort to hide his contempt for the word human: "You should call us Monan Warriors."
After realizing that these three were real humans, Lv Bai wasn’t surprised at the reaction.
"Convert fanaticism, huh."
Lv Bai nodded, casually flexing his wrists: "But having Death Fighters deal with me is a bit underwhelming, isn’t it?"
"It’s just because this area is under the supervision of us three Monan Warriors, so we arrived faster," explained the square-faced man on the right side of the beam indifferently.
The afro-hair man on the left side sneered, adding: "But just against you, a mere human, the three of us Monan Warriors are more than enough."
Lv Bai didn’t say more, casually accessing the abilities of these three Death Fighters.
The six beams surrounding him instantly extinguished and disappeared; if it weren’t for the six holes left in the floor, it would seem as if they had never been there.
He stood in place, his gaze drifting over the three Death Fighters.
Contemplating, he said: "So-called Monan Warriors, Monan is the name of your master species, right?"
Hearing this, the man with the walrus moustache furiously shouted: "Impudence! You lowly-born human dare to speak the master’s name directly, I will personally..."
After taking two steps towards Lv Bai, he suddenly froze.
He was about to attack when he realized his abilities had vanished.
Lv Bai raised his right hand, extending an index finger, drawing a line in front of him.
Three invisible Wind Blades swept across, the fierce wind like knives, instantly decapitating the so-called Monan Warriors.
He didn’t waste time, as expected, they hadn’t had time to report this information.
The white-robed master’s pupils quaked as he watched Lv Bai casually eliminate three Monan Warriors.
As a member of the Monan people, he was well aware of the high value of the Monan Warrior identity. A Death Fighter who had secured first place three times in the arena only reached the threshold to become a Monan Warrior.
Yet such seasoned fighters couldn’t last a single round against Lv Bai, even when banded together.
"How exaggerated."
The white-robed Monan was internally shocked; he didn’t utter anything like "horrifying" or "this one mustn’t be left alive" because they intended to kill Lv Bai on the spot anyway; he just felt an uncontrollable dread.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, this exaggerated performance was arguably the strongest even among Death Fighters he knew.
"Luckily, luckily, it’s fortunate you revealed yourself. Given more time to grow, we probably wouldn’t be able to handle you."
With that, he turned and sprinted toward the hotel door without looking back.
With the experience of the restaurant ceiling shattering, the local Speakers noticed the white-robed Monan’s movement and followed him without hesitation.
Seeing this, Lv Bai knelt down on one knee.
He clenched his right fist and placed it flat on the ground, kindly reminding them.
"There’s no need for so much trouble just to avoid being affected."
