Chapter 411

Rather than a sound made by a human, it was a 【Fearful Scream】 issued by a ghost.

Sima Di had no time to cover his ears before his head buzzed, followed by endless ringing.

Zi Zi Busheng, lying on the ground, could not escape it either; though he desperately covered his ears, the headache was unbearable.

Sima Di saw Brad's face, less than half a meter away, twist into a mixture of pain and hatred.

Just as he prepared to draw out the Divine Technique blade, Brad grabbed the blade with one hand and shouted something at him, yet Sima Di could hear nothing, only endless ringing in his ears.

Brad smiled wickedly and extended a hand with nails sharp as razors.

Sima Di instinctively let go of the Divine Technique blade's hilt and stepped back, but his body staggered, completely out of control. Brad merely reached out and grabbed, choking Sima Di's neck tightly.

Brad lifted Sima Di high, yet the latter lacked even the strength to struggle.

Numbness, despair, tinnitus, suffocation.

Sima Di could see Brad's mouth opening and closing, still speaking, but Sima Di's vision began to blur from suffocation.

Just as Sima Di thought he would die like this, Brad suddenly released him and threw Sima Di's entire body onto the ground.

Sima Di breathed in fresh air in great gasps.

Although this feeling of suffocation was not the first time Sima Di had experienced it, it was still just as unbearable.

Sima Di looked up at Brad, barely hearing a few high-pitched words from his mouth.

"No matter what you do, it's useless. With such severe injuries, you'll likely die before escaping this place." Sima Di struggled to stand.

No sooner had Sima Di finished speaking than he saw Brad smile.

"My two... no... the injuries are..."

Brad suddenly raised his voice.

"Separate!"

Sima Di stared in shock as Brad drew the Divine Technique blade and simultaneously switched to his male form. And on the male Brad, there were no wounds at all!

As he said, the injuries of the two forms were not unified but calculated separately! This guy was equivalent to possessing two bodies!

But even so, what of it? If I can waste one of your lives, I can waste the second!

The Divine Technique blade on the ground suddenly soared into the air, heading straight for Brad's throat.

Yet Brad barely glanced, extending his right hand covered in Armament Haki to block the strike.

Clang—

Brad reversed his hand, and wicked qi condensed into three iron rings, pinning the Divine Technique blade and the wall together tightly.

Seeing this, Sima Di felt only utter bitterness in his heart.

Observation Haki, Armament Haki, and eerie wicked qi.

Only the final move of the Seven-Star Fiery Sparrow could break through the opponent's Armament Haki, and even then only if the injury wasn't deep. But given Sima Di's current state, he simply could not perform such a move a second time.

Sima Di remembered the lighter in his pocket.

If I use that...

Brad noticed Sima Di's small movement and suddenly recalled what his father had told him earlier. Sima Di's ability was a Devil Fruit power similar to summoning fire spirits. Plus that strange weapon...

I absolutely cannot let this woman succeed again!

The wicked qi surrounding Brad suddenly condensed into a two-meter-long scythe, the tip of which stopped one millimeter from Sima Di's neck. "Whatever you intend to do, you'd best take your hand out now." Brad warned.

Brad felt the person before him gaze at him in a daze, as if thinking seriously for a long while, before finally taking his hand out of his pocket.

Right, he forgot that people who experienced 【Fearful Scream】 generally couldn't hear themselves speak.

"Besides a bit of cleverness, what qualification does this person have to become the Tenth Generation..."

Brad truly couldn't see what was special about this auntie, the kind you could grab by the handful on any street?

He didn't understand why Leader held him in such high regard, forbidding them from acting lightly. He didn't understand why even Lord Father praised him highly. He didn't understand why the Eleventh Generation...

"Whether you can hear me or not."

"I very much want to conduct an experiment..."

Brad's tone was gentle.

"In your words, to play a game."

"A game... to see exactly why you are special?"

"Everyone who has played this game, Fei Lu! 7, 1, all died under their own sins."

"As far as I know... there are no survivors."

"Feel the awakened ability of the Ghost Beauty Fruit."

"If you truly have the qualification to serve as the Tenth Generation..."

"Then live."

Sima Di only saw Brad speaking to him, but could hear nothing.

Perhaps Brad never intended for the two of them to hear these words.

Brad's figure suddenly became illusory, like mist.

Human and male forms shifted.

A skeleton and a beauty floated back and forth in Sima Di's pupils.

"Spiritual Immersion!"

Wicked qi raged, mixed with a seductive fragrance, transforming into a human-sized butterfly. Its wings fluttered as it swept toward Sima Di.

Suddenly, Sima Di felt the butterfly was not a butterfly.

But rather... the face of that little girl.

"It was you, wasn't it? It was you, right? It was you who instigated my daughter to kill Tianyu!"

The person before him, hair disheveled, roared hoarsely.

Sima Di remembered this person.

This was the first person to die by his gun.

Only... why was he appearing here?

"Unforgivable! I will kill you!" The man's eyes turned red as he raised the gun in his hand, aiming the dark muzzle at him.

Sima Di had always felt that a gun muzzle was like a bottomless black hole.

Once a shot had been fired, no one could resist the impulse to fire again.

He had said that if it happened again, he would kill this person.

Sima Di raised the gun in his hand without hesitation and, before the man could act, pulled the trigger.

Bang—

The man's body fell.

The girl who came out at the sound witnessed this scene.

He looked up, turning that innocent, pure face toward Sima Di.

No one could tell that it was this girl who had shot and killed a young man.

And the man's body lay in the room just behind and to the side of the girl.

Blood flowed all over the floor.

"Qianqian."

Sima Di called out in a low voice.

That was the girl's name.

"I'm sorry..."

"You killed my mother?" Qianqian asked.

"I had to... I'm sorry, I had to strike before they killed me. I... all I can say now is I'm sorry."

"I know."

"What?" Sima Di suddenly looked up.

"They started planning on the day that person said the game was over. They even thought ahead to what would happen after I gave birth..."

An unexpectedly mature expression appeared on the girl's face.

"I know many things. Like how my father died violently on the street a few years ago from a drug overdose, like how my mother sold her body to support me, like how some of mother's guests even wanted to lay hands on me... Brother, you don't need to apologize. The big brother I killed... wasn't the first one either."

"What did you say?" Sima Di wore an expression of disbelief.

"Although I didn't strike directly, he still died right before my eyes. I ran ahead, and the fat man behind me chased. I just put some marbles on the ground, and he was so stupid he stepped on them, then crashed headfirst into a protruding piece of rebar."