Chapter 294: Fateful Showdown! Any Opinions?

Staring at the murderous, snarling, terrifying face before him, Tang Hui froze and stepped back a few paces.

The especially grotesque, ear‑to‑ear grin revealed a huge Mouth, its rows of sharp Teeth like feral demons, ready to bite anyone.

"Su Yang, you…"

With wolves ahead and tigers behind, he faced a dilemma in advance and retreat.

Tang Hui never expected that Su Yang had more than one trick up his sleeve!

Yet he recalled that the Butcher was a creature created by Liao Chen.

What does it have to do with the Treasure seeker?

Could Liao Chen be colluding with them?

However, that thought was quickly dispelled; the opponent, like him, wanted to win and had no 'Special Task'.

There's no need to gamble with that risky move.

Only…

"Roar!"

With a mighty Roar, a ferocious Qi Wave spewed from his Mouth, instantly whipping Tang Hui's hair into a frenzy.

The foul, stench‑laden saliva sprayed across his entire face, frightening him into repeated retreat.

Terrifying!

"Why run? Aren't you the biggest fan of Trickery?" Su Yang asked with a Laugh.

【7】 At that moment, the Faceless One had already Blockaded his retreat.

At this moment, the faceless person had already blockaded his Retreat.

Tang Hui felt the oppressive pressure from both, and cold Sweat poured.

The 'Ground‑Dodge' Cooldown Time still had ten minutes left.

To escape the encirclement, he could only rely on his legs.

But in front of a Faceless One with 'Speed Enhancement', how could he run?

"So you'd already made your plans; why the pretense?" Tang Hui's eyes flicked, intending to stall.

Although the situation was dire, it wasn't without a sliver of hope.

As long as he could drag it to the end, he could use Ground‑Dodge to leave.

Then he would go to the Treasure's hideout and relocate it again.

Once Eternal Night passed and the ghosts dispersed, Su Yang would have no chance of Clearance.

Thinking of that, Tang Hui steadied his heart, calming his turbulent emotions.

"I won't take this punch; how then would you emerge from the mud?" Su Yang said slowly.

"Aren't you afraid Li Zhangge's punch could kill you?" Tang Hui replied coldly.

"Just because him?" Su Yang sneered, shaking his head, "He's not worthy."

He had anticipated Li Zhangge's strength; at most it wouldn't exceed the power of a Giantized Butcher.

After all, it was a trick item constructed by Liao Chen through Trickery, using the player himself as the benchmark.

If he could swallow the Butcher's punch, he could swallow Li Zhangge's punch.

Thus he employed a self‑sacrificial ploy, inviting the lord into the jar.

Resulting in delight, Tang Hui deemed victory assured, resolutely emerging from the earth, interrupting his Innate Talent.

"All the world says a woman's heart is the most poisonous, yet in my eyes you surpass them," Tang Hui said gravely.

"No need to waste Mouth‑talk; I know what scheme you're plotting. A word of advice: abandon that thought early," Su Yang said calmly.

He then looked at the cold‑faced Qin Weiyang and said, "It's yours."

"Me?" Qin Weiyang seemed somewhat eager.

"Of course. If you can kill him once, you can kill him a second time," Su Yang nodded slightly.

Qin Weiyang trembled slightly, slipped on the Finger Claw, and stepped forward.

Seeing this, Su Yang asked, "You have only five minutes; when time's up, I'll let the trick item act."

"Five minutes?"

Qin Weiyang flexed his fists, his flawless face radiating cold, "Dealing with a defeated subordinate is more than enough."

Su Yang retreated to the side, quietly watching the arena.

Meanwhile, the Faceless One stood by his side like a Guard.

Constantly vigilant of his surroundings.

Tang Hui, seeing the situation and realizing Su Yang's intent, hurriedly drew a weapon.

Qin Weiyang pressed forward step by step, saying, "In this game I've faced you twice, and you've fled twice."

"But… three's a crowd; this time I won't give you another chance to run."

Seeing the delay fail, Tang Hui grew anxious, "One‑on‑one fights are boring; how about we play a game?"

"We're already in a Death Game; still not enough?"

With that, Qin Weiyang darted away like a gust of wind, his speed astonishing.

Both their Innate Talents were in Cooldown Time, so this contest depended solely on themselves.

Their combat power wasn't vastly different; no matter what moves Qin Weiyang used, Tang Hui had a counter.

He calmly blocked every onslaught, biding his time to seek a flaw.

Qin Weiyang's fist wind was razor‑sharp, each strike lethal, aiming straight for the throat.

The technique is a Killer Technique.

So is the fighting.

The two belong to different schools: one Sanda, the other a Free Fighting style.

Overall there is little difference, but on close inspection it is easy to see that Qin Weiyang's leg technique is far superior.

The fierce leg whip whirls out, accompanied by a series of booming sounds, slicing the air as it falls.

"Bang!"

Tang Hui crossed his hands to block, let out a muffled hum and retreated a few steps.

Just as the strain eased, the opponent attacked again.

His figure was like a lithe leopard; three steps forward, he instantly caught sight of a face as cold as frost.

Tang Hui's pupils narrowed slightly, he dipped his waist to dodge the side kick, but failed to evade the incoming Finger Claw.

"Ka!"

The Finger Claw landed heavily on his chest, and the breath he had been holding was instantly shattered.

Tang Hui spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning iron‑blue.

His brain suddenly recalled that unbearable past.

It was also a Finger Claw, using the same technique.

From that moment the battle turned, ultimately leading to defeat.

The familiar feeling resurfaced, Tang Hui, furious beyond restraint, shouted, "Are you done messing around?"

At this moment, Tang Hui, facing the barrage of punches, did not dodge, gritted his teeth and endured, ignoring his wounds and launched a fierce counterattack.

Qin Weiyang winced in pain and stepped back, his gaze growing even colder, then struck again.

The opponent's style of killing eight hundred while losing a thousand himself truly surprised Su Yang.

In his view, Tang Hui cherishes his life immensely, more than anyone else.

One who has died once does not wish to taste that darkness again.

Precisely for this reason, he repeatedly fled from direct confrontation.

Now, however, he throws himself into it, willing to be gravely wounded just to drag his opponent down.

Such a 'suicidal' confrontation truly catches people off guard.

Tang Hui's eyes turned blood‑red as he stared at the life‑and‑death foe before him, old anger welling up in his heart.

He hates!

He hates the Divine for being unfair, for giving him such a Useless Innate Talent.

If he possessed Liao Chen's Trickery, he would bet that every player in this game would be his plaything.

Why must it be so difficult as it is now?

Qin Weiyang, faced with a suicidal onslaught like a raging storm, not only shows no fear but becomes even more excited.

Back and forth, both sides are riddled with numerous wounds of all sizes.

"Time is up," Su Yang reminded.

When five minutes pass, he will have the Butcher and the Faceless One strike together.

He will categorically not give Tang Hui any chance to catch his breath.

"Kill him like a dog!" Qin Weiyang said coldly.

"Just you?"

But before Tang Hui could react, Qin Weiyang appeared at his side and smashed a fist into his ribs.

"Pfft!"

Tang Hui vomited a huge mouthful of blood, and when he tried to counterattack, he found his whole body limp, unable to muster any strength.

Qin Weiyang grabbed his head from above and said, "Any objections?"