Mi Tang switched to holding two knives with both hands, staring fixedly at Banbu Tianxia: "I think it's better to choose first; the chance of picking a fake knife is higher. Any problem with that?"
Banbu Tianxia closed his fan: "Then why aren't you the first to pick?"
"I don't like being the first to choose; what's wrong with that?"
"Is it because you don't like it, or are you afraid the first pick will be too obvious, leaving you with no choices at the end? So, you're the prophet, aren't you?"
Mi Tang's face was as cold as ice: "This is all just your baseless speculation, trying to add a crime where there is none!"
"You think this is a trial? A reasonable guess is enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Banbu Tianxia flicked his fan, and several fine needles shot toward Mi Tang.
Mi Tang swung her knives a few times, blocking them all: "Heh, do you think I'm made of clay?"
"Whether you're made of clay or not, I won't know until I try. Thug, Banana, I'll deal with this one. The rest of you, divide yourselves up as you wish."
Banbu Tianxia shouted to the thug and Banana, then, with his folding fan in hand, rushed toward Mi Tang.
Mi Tang was not afraid in the slightest. She held both knives in her hands and swung them directly at him.
Banbu Tianxia had clearly chosen the wrong opponent. Mi Tang looked slim and weak, but her knife techniques were sharp and practiced. For a moment, Banbu Tianxia found himself on the defensive.
Fortunately, Banbu Tianxia's folding fan was extraordinary. Not only was it made of durable material, but it also had hidden mechanisms that could shoot out hidden weapons, preventing him from being defeated immediately.
Seeing he was losing, Banbu Tianxia narrowed his eyes and quietly pulled something from his chest. As their weapons clashed, he quickly shot it at Mi Tang's abdomen.
The huge impact sent Mi Tang flying backward, and she crashed into the wall before hitting the ground. Her abdomen was riddled with steel needles.
Banbu Tianxia smiled smugly: "Little bitch, what did you just call me?"
Mi Tang spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, then, to Banbu Tianxia's surprise, she stood up.
Mi Tang glanced at her abdomen, furrowing her brows: "Damn, what kind of hidden weapon is that? It had such a great impact!"
With a flick of her wrist, Mi Tang tossed off her outer clothes, revealing a soft armor underneath.
Fortunately, the soft armor had protected her, or those steel needles would have pierced her abdomen!
Mi Tang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Not only a show-off, but also a fool. You didn't think to strike when I was down! Don't you know villains die from talking too much?"
She said this, and again, with both knives in hand, she lunged at Banbu Tianxia.
Banbu Tianxia knew that with his limited skills, he was no match for Mi Tang. He had to dodge while running toward the second floor, hoping that someone from the other battlefields would come to his aid.
———
Meanwhile, on the other side.
While Banbu Tianxia rushed toward Mi Tang, the thug looked between Wu Xiang and Nan Gong Miaomiao, finally casting a wary glance at the rifle in Nan Gong Miaomiao's hands before facing Wu Xiang with his knife.
"Wu Xiang Monk, you've always appeared righteous. I wonder, are you really as honest as you seem?"
Wu Xiang, with his staff planted on the ground, replied, "Amitabha, the poor monk speaks no lies. I am indeed not the prophet."
"Heh, you speak no lies? Is that why you've survived until now?"
"Thug, I've told you before, killing without reason isn't the way to win this game!"
"Haha, this isn't random killing. We just eliminate the most unlikely suspects and kill the rest!"
Without further conversation, the thug gripped his knife with both hands and charged toward Wu Xiang with several downward slashes!
Wu Xiang wasn't to be underestimated. He blocked the first two strikes with his staff, then performed a spinning counterattack.
The immense force from the strike made the thug stagger back several steps.
Clearly angered, Wu Xiang said, "Thug, since you've fallen to darkness, I'll come to rid you of your evil!"
Wu Xiang's staff techniques were sharp. Every strike was either a swing or a chop, with tremendous force. The thug couldn't directly block and had to dodge.
After dodging one of Wu Xiang's swings behind a pillar, the thug quickly emerged from the other side.
By this point, the thug had drawn his short knife from behind and was now holding two knives in reverse grips, increasing his speed.
Lacking the strength to win, the thug now focused on speed!
With his dual knives, the thug quickly suppressed Wu Xiang, forcing him to defend.
The thug's speed was too great. Despite Wu Xiang's staff technique, the thug's quick attacks found angles that left a few scratches on Wu Xiang's body.
Wu Xiang, now enraged, began attacking instead of defending.
"I can take your strikes, but you won't survive one of mine!"
For a time, the two exchanged fierce blows, their moves dangerous, their movements agile, an amazing spectacle to watch!
———
In the corner, Yu Tu watched, dumbfounded!
Mi Tang and Banbu Tianxia, that was understandable!
Banbu Tianxia was barely competent, relying on his fan and hidden weapons. As for martial arts or footwork, Yu Tu felt like he could give it a try himself and maybe accidentally knock out the old master with random punches!
Mi Tang, though her blade techniques were fierce, was still a woman, so her strength and speed were lacking compared to the others.
Yu Tu figured that in a direct fight, he probably wouldn't win, but he could still run away if needed.
Even without a life-for-life mentality, just adding the firearms in his hands, Yu Tu felt like he could take out Mi Tang.
But the thug and Wu Xiang were a different story!
In a direct confrontation, Yu Tu couldn't take even a single hit!
He was even glad he didn't engage the thug directly in the beginning!
By relying on ambushes and firearms to keep a distance, there was no direct confrontation, which kept the fight even.
With the thug's speed, Yu Tu felt like even if he had a gun, he wouldn't be able to hit him! The kinds of scenes where someone dodges bullets like in TV shows were no exaggeration.
It wasn't the opponent dodging the bullets; it was that the handgun was inaccurate.
Of course, if Yu Tu had a machine gun with enough ammo, the thug would definitely be dead.
It was the same with Wu Xiang.
The speed, the force—every time his staff struck the ground, the entire mansion seemed to shake.
Every man had dreams of wielding a sword and walking the world, and Yu Tu was no different.
The strength of the thug and Wu Xiang made Yu Tu envious.
———
On another battlefield, things were much calmer.
The Banana Man held his knife, staring at Nan Gong Miaomiao. However, he was wary of the rifle in her hands, unable to make a move.
The rifle was deadly up close, and even the thug, in order to avoid a misstep, chose to fight Wu Xiang instead of her, not to mention the clearly weaker Banana Man.
Nan Gong Miaomiao read the hesitation in the Banana Man's eyes. She raised her rifle to her chest, mocking him as she waved her hand: "Soft Banana, come up and try! Let me see if you're tough!"
The Banana Man's grip on the long knife sweated nervously. He really didn't dare to move.
"Nan Gong Miaomiao, I don't need to come up. I'll just wait here. When the other battles are over, someone will naturally take care of you."
"Hehehe, Soft Banana, you wish. Unfortunately, it looks like the thug won't defeat Wu Xiang, and Banbu Tianxia won't defeat Mi Tang."
"No matter who survives, it's already clear I'm not the prophet. But you, you haven't been cleared. The chance of the survivor killing you will be much higher."
Nan Gong Miaomiao sneered, "Hehe, Soft Banana, you're really a fool. If it's Wu Xiang and Mi Tang who survive, do you really think they'll team up with you to kill me?"
The Banana Man's eyes widened. Not to mention Mi Tang; if Wu Xiang survived, he would be the biggest threat to him.
"And…" Nan Gong Miaomiao pointed to Lian'er, who was watching from the side.
"How do you know the prophet isn't her?"
The Banana Man glanced at Lian'er: "She's pretty but has no combat ability. If it really comes down to it, killing her later won't be a problem."
Nan Gong Miaomiao looked at Lian'er. This time, she was truly confused. Why did all the men here, except Wu Xiang, think Lian'er was beautiful?
"Eh, Soft Banana, I'm curious. Lian'er is old and ugly, a total eyesore! You all think she's beautiful? If I were a man, I'd give her a few knives. Something so ugly shouldn't exist! Damn, just looking at her makes me sick; she should be drowned in the sewage!"
Yu Tu, hiding in the corner, thought to himself, Damn it, illusions!
No wonder there were such beautiful women!
Lian'er, who had been watching from the side, was seething with resentment after hearing "old and ugly."
Old and ugly?
Disgusting?
Lian'er reached into her bosom and tightly gripped the crossbow.