The woman sitting by the bar held a wine glass, her long black hair styled up. Beneath her red dress, two fair calves were conspicuous.
The Arms Queen, Bai Lu!
In his previous life, Bai Ye and Bai Lu were known as the "Twin Whites of the East."
They shared many similarities.
For one, both were surnamed Bai!
For another, both followed the path of mechanical technology.
And in the later stages of the World Battlefield, both frequented a futuristic technological zone called the "East."
However, the Twin Whites of the East were not harmonious. Back then, Bai Ye and Bai Lu often vied for missions in the East, and they clashed many times.
"An old rival, perhaps?"
Bai Ye's lips curved into a smile. He then shifted his gaze from Bai Lu to the胖子 eating at the dining table.
Crimson Ghost, Michael Macquias!
Perhaps sensing Bai Ye's gaze, Macquias raised his food and gestured towards Bai Ye, as if greeting him, or perhaps offering a gesture of goodwill.
This guy looked harmless, but Bai Ye knew he was a ruthless character, hailing from the infamous organization "Cang Long Hui." He was one of Cang Long Hui's six regional captains, ranking among the top ten in strength within the organization.
However, Bai Ye's interactions with Macquias in his past life were not deep. After a brief glance, he moved his eyes to a blonde man on the other side.
The Scoundrel, Alexander Garland!
If Macquias appeared harmless, then Garland was the opposite extreme. He exuded an intense aura of "keep out," and interestingly, Garland was also one of Cang Long Hui's six regional captains, holding a similar status and comparable strength to Macquias.
Yet, Macquias and Garland were not interacting, seemingly not even acquainted?
This was rather interesting, but Bai Ye didn't pay much mind. He shifted his gaze to a sofa booth on another side.
Blazing Fire Phoenix, Situ Chiceng!
Dressed in a simple white Daoist robe, with his hair tied up by a jade crown, he carried a red-sheathed flying sword on his back and a jade pendant shaped like a sword hung from his waist.
This guy was also an old rival.
In his previous life, Situ Chiceng was a powerful figure who survived until the later stages of the World Battlefield. Known as Blazing Fire Phoenix, his Great Sun Blazing Heaven Sword was considered the strongest fire attribute flying sword on the World Battlefield. Wherever he appeared, flames would scorch a hundred miles; he was ferociously brutal.
Back then, Bai Ye had clashed with Situ Chiceng many times, each encounter being a hard-fought battle.
This brought a sense of emotion to Bai Ye. Seeing these familiar faces again filled him with a degree of nostalgia.
However, he had no idea about the origins of the other four. Not every strong person in the past was destined to live forever.
Moreover, with a second chance, many things could change.
"What if I just killed these four guys right here..." Bai Ye mused maliciously in his heart. "Then the former Arms Queen, Crimson Ghost, The Scoundrel, and Blazing Fire Phoenix would cease to exist, right?"
Ding!
As Bai Ye was contemplating, the elevator door behind him suddenly opened, and a man stepped out.
Bai Ye instinctively turned his head, and both men froze, staring at each other.
"Damn it!"
Half a minute later, Bai Ye cursed first and immediately swept a leg towards the other man.
The fellow who emerged from the elevator was none other than...
Li Jiayi!
Li Jiayi's reaction was also swift. Feeling a strong gust of wind approaching his face, he quickly raised his arm to block!
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Li Jiayi took Bai Ye's kick head-on and staggered back. Bai Ye pressed his advantage, not giving Li Jiayi a chance to recover, and lunged forward with a swift step.
Bai Ye was too fast. Li Jiayi hadn't even managed to steady himself, so this time, he couldn't block Bai Ye's punch. He took a solid blow to the chest and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Pah!" Li Jiayi spat out a mouthful of blood from the side of his face. Seeing Bai Ye about to pounce again, a ferocious expression appeared on Li Jiayi's face, and he grunted, "Qian Kun Ri Yue Lun!"
In an instant, twin wheels, the sun and moon, appeared above Li Jiayi, emitting a vast expanse of dazzling silver light and descending towards Bai Ye.
Bai Ye had experienced the power of this artifact before. Without his six-pointed prism shield, he dared not take the blow directly. He quickly pushed off with his legs and leaped backward.
Rumble!
The next moment, the sun and moon wheels struck the ground with a deafening roar, carving a deep hole.
"Ning Shuang, command sword!"
Bai Ye, unwilling to fall behind, immediately activated his Ning Shuang sword, which transformed into a beam of sword light. But at this moment...
Clap, clap...
The crisp sound of applause suddenly rang out, drawing the attention of both Bai Ye and Li Jiayi.
At the front of the banquet hall, there were two staircases leading to a small balcony on the second floor. An old man in a suit stood there, hands behind his back.
"Gentlemen, if you wish to fight, please wait until the Twelve Great Battles begin," the old man said with a smile, looking at Bai Ye and Li Jiayi. "Besides, all participants have already assembled. I believe there's no need to rush."
Everyone is here?
Bai Ye remembered he was the ninth to arrive, and Li Jiayi was the tenth. Where were the other two?
Bai Ye looked up towards the front. Indeed, all twelve participants were present. On the other side of the banquet hall, there was a second elevator, and a man and a woman were standing by its entrance, presumably having just arrived.
The old man continued, "You have all received your identities. From now on, you will fight for your assigned Zodiac sign. There are no time limits, no weapon restrictions, and no ability limitations. The only rule is slaughter, slaughter, and more slaughter. Use all means necessary to kill the others, and when only one of you remains alive, that person is the victor."
As he spoke, the old man took out a remote control.
The curtains on the side of the banquet hall were drawn open, revealing a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
"This entire district has been completely cleared. You are free to battle within it, but do not leave the designated area. Every hour, the list of survivors will be announced on the electronic billboards, and every hour, the location of one randomly selected participant will be revealed. When a victor emerges, they can head to that broadcast tower..."
The old man pointed a finger towards the window. It was a very tall television broadcast tower, standing out amongst the surrounding buildings, easily recognizable.
"I will be waiting there to welcome the victor and grant your wish," the old man finished, looking around. "Do any of you have any questions?"