Chapter 981 The End of Sleeping Beauty

Talking and laughing, we returned to the lounge.

I didn't see Max and Ken, and I don't know if they were eliminated and went home, or if they died directly.

Tanxiao took out a badge from his arms and looked at it in confusion. He had almost forgotten this thing in his pocket, but just now he remembered it inexplicably.

[Friendship Badge: Help the princess find the lost golden ball, and you have become the princess’s friend. 】

Which game did you get the props from?

Talking and laughing, thinking about it, he said to himself: "I understand... As a friend of the princess, I helped her kill the monsters in the castle, so she rewarded me with the king's sword?"

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that what I thought made sense, and nodded to myself: "Well, that should be it."

The rest hall was empty. Apart from him, there was a man resting in the distance, with blood stains on his body and injuries.

Tanxiao didn't see anyone else, so he walked towards the man and asked, "Hey, did you get the king's sword?"

If you don't get it, you should be eliminated or the game is still in progress.

The man raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile: "Ah... I got it. You got it too, right?"

"I got it." Tanxiao did a chest expansion exercise on the spot, "It's easy~~ I haven't used my full strength yet."

man:"……"

Tanxiao added: "I don't know when it will end. None of my teammates have come out yet."

The other party sneered: "A group of old, weak, sick and disabled people still want to come out? Wait for death."

Tanxiao glanced at him, but surprisingly he didn't get angry. Instead, he turned around and walked to the luminous square, stopped, and sat down cross-legged——

He wants to wait.

Wait for your friends to come out.

…

The decisive battlefield.

Two high throne chairs sit opposite each other, with a bright gemstone embedded in the top of the back of each chair.

On one side, there is ruby; on the other side, there is sapphire.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Bai Youwei happened to be wearing a red dress today.

Blood gushed out from the wound on the abdomen, making the red fabric slightly darker. It was wet and slowly soaked, and then flowed down the calf...

"In the decisive battlefield, you are not allowed to use weapons other than the 'King's Sword' to attack the opponent, nor are you allowed to use any healing props to heal yourself." Mr. Rabbit said calmly, "The two kings must have understood all the rules."

"It's very clear." Willard smiled and gently let go of his hand.

The long sword that stabbed Bai Youwei's abdomen gradually dispersed and disappeared like phosphorescent particles in the air, leaving only the torn wound and gurgling blood.

The scabbard was empty at the moment.

"There are six positions that can be attacked. The chest is the fatal point. The shield should be on your chest, right?" Willard admired her miserable state and raised the corners of his mouth subtly, "But maybe you will take advantage of my mentality and deliberately put it on your chest." The shield is set in other parts? For example... the legs? Is the seemingly useless residual leg the part you care about the most? Ah... So I have been worrying about what to choose? "

Bai Youwei covered the wound and stared at him coldly, "You chose the abdomen."

"Well, this is a good choice, isn't it?" Willard tilted his head, and his burned face was only ferocious. "The center and upper part of the abdomen are not likely to cause death, but if it stabs the liver and kidneys, it will be fatal. Even if Your body has a strong ability to heal itself, but you must be in pain right now, right?"

Bai Youwei smiled coldly, and the hand covering the wound was completely red.

The scabbard between the two flickered again, and the hilt embedded with rubies appeared in front of them.

There was astonishment on Willard's face.

Bai Youwei smiled again, coldly and jokingly, with unspeakable emotions hidden in her eyes.

She held the hilt of the sword, pulled it out little by little, and pointed it at Willard, "What a coincidence, this time, it's my turn -"