“Wait! You liar! Didn't you promise to give me the antidote?!”
Hearing that Lan Qingyou didn't have an antidote, Xin Tianle felt like she was going insane.
“How funny. Did I promise you anything?”
After tightening the cap of the glass bottle, Lan Qingyou looked at her and asked.
Uh...
It seemed...
Lan Qingyou really hadn't promised.
Thinking back, Lan Qingyou had only asked if she surrendered; she hadn't said a word about an antidote.
Now, Xin Tianle was truly desperate.
“You... I... Damn it...”
Pop!
Just as Xin Tianle wanted to say something but was overwhelmed by too many thoughts to form words, a small red mushroom with white spots suddenly sprouted from her face.
“Ahhh! It grew! It actually grew!! Someone save me!!!”
Seeing the mushroom out of the corner of her eye, Xin Tianle immediately screamed and tore it off.
However, no sooner had she ripped one off than many more sprouted elsewhere on her body.
Thus, in a cycle of tearing and screams that grew weaker each time, Xin Tianle's body became covered in red mushrooms, and the life faded from her.
“Hmm... It seems that mental instability or excitement accelerates the growth of these mushrooms. I should record this and show it to Ursula later.”
Seeing that Xin Tianle was no longer moving and her health points had dropped to zero, Lan Qingyou took out a notebook and pen to make some notes. She then harvested a few mushrooms from Xin Tianle's body and dropped them into a glass bottle as samples.
“Referee, may I go back now?”
【...Of course.】
I was just waiting for you to finish!
The transparent figure grumbled inwardly before teleporting Lan Qingyou back to the rest area.
【Alright, the two finalists have been decided. We will hold the grand finals this afternoon.】
【Additionally, due to the death of the contestant, the Nightmare Demon Xin Tianle, the Witch of Fresh Blood, Ursula, automatically takes third place in this tournament.】
After making these two announcements, the transparent figure vanished from the arena.
Leaving only a pile of mushrooms lying there alone.
“What ruthless methods!”
“That was unnecessary, truly unnecessary...”
“Say what you will, she's a witch through and through to be able to go that far.”
“Tsk tsk, being parasitized to death by mushrooms while still alive—that's a pain most people couldn't bear. Rather than being drained by the mushrooms, I think Xin Tianle probably ended her own life.”
“True. The Witch of the Tower's methods feel quite cruel. Is she taking revenge for the way the other side mocked her subordinates earlier?”
“Very likely. I've always heard the Witch of the Tower is fiercely protective.”
“Give it a rest with the sentimentality. This is no way for a person to die.”
“You say that as if a demon from the Demon race is a person.”
“Are you looking for an argument?!”
“If that's what you think, then sure.”
“You...”
“No, isn't this an outside-the-ring tactic? Doesn't it count as a foul?”
“Hmm, good question. Next time, remember to bring your brain before asking.”
“You're asking for a beating, aren't you?”
“Is it not true? Did that transparent referee mention any rules other than surrender or death?”
“...It's common sense! A match should be fought fair and square in the arena!” the person said stubbornly to save face, knowing the other was technically right.
“Right, right, right. Common sense. Sure.”
Seeing that there were still people trying to apply Blue Star's 'common sense' at a time like this, the person who had retorted gave a perfunctory reply and moved to the back of the crowd.
It was better to stay away from such idiots to avoid being splashed with blood when they inevitably got killed.
After all, bloodstains were the hardest type of stain to clean.
While many found Lan Qingyou's actions despicable and cruel, there were also many who were either indifferent or happy.
But as for who felt the best right now...
Aside from Lan Qingyou, who had just 'finished the job,' it was the few people who had survived the mana tide in District 666 using human fuel after being backstabbed by Xin Tianle.
“Refreshing!”
“Serves her right!”
“Damn, Xin Tianle's death is great!”
“It's just a pity we couldn't kill that bastard ourselves to avenge the other thousand-plus people.”
“The Witch of the Tower did the deed. If they knew, they could rest in peace.”
Right now.
These few people were gathered, drinking fruit wine and watching the broadcast.
They were naturally overjoyed by Xin Tianle's death—so happy they were clinking glasses repeatedly.
From their physical traits, it wasn't hard to see that these former Transmigrators had all become evolved beings under the racial immigration plan led by Diana and the others.
However, because they didn't want to turn into 'little sisters,' they had obtained their evolution potions from other races.
In any case, they were people who had been in the same district as Lan Qingyou from the beginning.
To live a stable life in the Abandoned Land, one couldn't do without these ultimate locals.
So, those minor races had gone all out, giving them their few evolution items.
Even so, there weren't enough to go around.
After all, only a hundred or so people had survived the original District 666.
Each race could only get three or four 'old-timers' who thoroughly understood the Witch of the Tower, and that was only if the old-timers were willing.
Of course.
While some were happy, others were naturally furious.
Especially the people of the Demon race.
As mentioned before, because of Lan Qingyou's disclosure, basically all the Transmigrators on the Kalim continent now knew the Demon race's weakness.
She had even provided a live demonstration of the Red Parasol poisonous mushrooms that could drain a host's mana to grow rapidly.
In the future, if the Demon race had a grudge or conflict with someone, they would have to be careful about being poisoned.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
“Damn Xin Tianle, that damn stick! Why couldn't she die sooner? It would have been better if she'd died in the last match!”
“And that Witch of the Tower—she's a damn person too. Doesn't she know what she's done? Leaking the weakness of an entire race... she has no sense of responsibility at all.”
“Stop talking about it. Let me have some peace for a moment.”
In a certain room, five or six members of the Demon race with various horns on their heads were gathered.
“No, I will speak! And that Li Huai—if he had killed that scourge Xin Tianle in the previous match, we wouldn't have all this trouble now.”
“Then why didn't you go when registration was open?”
“I had something come up! By the time I was done, the entry portal had already closed.”
“Fine, fine, fine. You had things to do. Everyone's busy. Being busy is good.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don't mean anything, it's just...”
“Just what?”
“I think we should speed up that plan. Otherwise, that witch might pull something else on us. What do you think, Sherlock?”
“Get lost. Don't bother me,” a rounded figure cursed at the person who asked.
The exposed demons cursed Xin Tianle while also harboring grudges against 'related parties' like Lan Qingyou and Li Huai.
But most importantly, these demons seemed to be plotting a major event.
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