It's Down

There was no time to worry about the blood exposing his whereabouts. Li Changan ran wildly, in order not to slow down, he could only hastily bend the needle into a hook shape, so as to forcibly pull the wound together and rely on his self-healing ability to catch his breath.

He could be sure that the kid who played with the bow must be in a high place, and he must also find out about the fight here, so he moved the battlefield to the rooftop, thinking that his foreknowledge of danger could evade it first.

But San Zhenghe taking out a gun became the first variable that he could not be sure whether he could escape from the muzzle, and could only be forced to fight.

In the entanglement between the two, which distant enemy would choose whom as the first kill target was also an unknown, he could only hope that this despicable long-range attacker would focus on San Zhenghe first.

After all, San Zhenghe was the second most likely person to win in this trial, while he was just a nobody. Anyone who had bought information from the black market would make the same choice.

It was also possible that the other party was an idiot who wanted to harvest points first, so seeing him look weaker would become the target.

And before the archer made a move, whether he could survive under San Zhenghe's hands was also one of the variables.

In short, this was a gamble, gambling with his life, Li Changan's.

There had been times in past fights when he had had to go all out, only this time was different from then, this time he was gambling his life on someone else’s intelligence.

"But I won the bet," Li Changan's mouth curled up slightly, constantly stuffing military food pills into his mouth. He had lost too much blood that an ordinary person would have already lost their ability to move, relying solely on his physical fitness to sustain himself.

There were no hospitals for transfusions in the trial grounds, he could only rely on his own hematopoietic ability, fortunately his hematopoietic ability was not bad.

The sewers could no longer be accessed, the rich smell of blood would attract rats, and those lurking in the dark.

Relying on his memory, Li Changan slipped into the building next door. This used to be a hotel, only now more than half of it had collapsed, leaving only three floors, which was unimportant.

Li Changan pushed open the door to a room at random and rushed straight to the bathroom, turning on the faucet of the bathtub. In seconds, turbid water gushed out.

"It still works!" Li Changan turned and walked out the door. From the food packaging in the supermarket, he could infer that this place had probably been destroyed three years ago, so some facilities might still be usable.

With water in the tub, Li Changan gathered all the combustibles he could find nearby and then lit them on fire, spreading the flames.

With oil and dry wood, the roaring flames engulfed the path he had come.

Li Changan returned to the room just now. His backpack was also damaged in that fight, fortunately he had reacted quickly to collect some of the items, such as the water-purifying stones that sterilized water.

The water-purifying stones went into the tub along with Li Changan, who then closed his eyes.

A big fire would not attract attention, because fires were breaking out all over the city now, Charles' battle was still ongoing, only the battlefield kept shifting.

The blue dragon, whose body was covered in scorched blackness, most of its shiny scales fallen off, fought more and more fiercely like a gladiator, dragon blood dyed the sky red, then disappeared in a few seconds.

Charles bathed in thunder, determined not only to kill his opponent, but also seemed intent on destroying the world. The already dilapidated city became even more precarious, nothing grew wherever he went, the vitality of the city was being extinguished by him.

"Charles, how about we stop fighting?" the dragon spoke in a human voice, "I admit I'm not your match, but if we keep going like this, you won't be better off either. Rather than let someone else take advantage, why don't we stop first?"

Although Charles' clothes were torn in many places as he stood in the void, it did not detract from his composure and nobility. He smiled slightly, "Are you telling me that when only you and I are left, we will decide the winner then?"

The dragon hurriedly said, "That's right, we have that qualification, don't we? It's only the second day of the trial, there is no need to decide life and death between us!"

"Please allow me to decline, it goes against the spirit of the nobility," Charles shook his head. "I have royal blood flowing in my veins, this does not allow me to compromise, I should die standing rather than survive shamefully."

Seeing the thunder coming again, the dragon could only curse inwardly and went to meet it. This was not the trial he wanted. With his strength, he should have been the center of attention after enduring silently for so many years, just for this outbreak now.

Why! Why! Why!

"Why?" Li Changan sat up in the tub, looking over himself.

The speed of his recovery was far beyond his imagination. Even though his shoulder had been pierced by a bullet, pink new flesh was already growing there now. This was different from usual.

Barely standing up, looking at the healing wounds all over his body, Li Changan frowned and murmured, "What did I do to cause this? Or did I come into contact with something?"

"Is it the water?"

"No, no, it's not the first time my wounds have touched water."

"Or is this actually my superpower, only it's so weak that I can't sense it at all?"

"Impossible, impossible, I wouldn't not be able to sense my own superpower, this is purely recovery ability."

"Or is it...I got stronger?"

In disbelief, Li Changan threw a punch. The wound on his shoulder immediately ruptured and blood flowed out again.

"Okay, I didn't get stronger." Covering his chest, Li Changan sat back down in the tub, feeling the healing speed of his shoulder. It seemed that only his self-healing ability had improved slightly.

Sure enough, his initial guess was right! Li Changan was troubled as he tilted his head. In the previous trials, he had guessed that in addition to the trials themselves, his constant fighting might also be a reason for getting stronger.

But the extent of getting stronger was not very obvious. Only after narrowly surviving death could he clearly feel his own change. This time counted as a narrow escape from death, not a mortal combat, so it was only a slight improvement in self-healing.

"Damn it, everyone gets stronger after mortal combat, can you give me a useful superpower!" Li Changan stood up. The fire outside was almost out, he couldn't stay here any longer.

I wonder what superpower I would awaken if I did? Would it be [Elemental], [Combat] or [Mystic]?

Taking off his already tattered pants and wringing them out, Li Changan wiped the water stains off his body and was about to change clothes...

Where are my clothes?

Right, they were destroyed along with my backpack!

Damn it!

What to do now? Since entering the trial grounds until now, this was the first time Li Changan felt at a loss.

"Hehehe." A head much larger than a normal person's poked in through the door, licked the corners of his mouth, "There really is someone hiding here. Seeing that you are severely injured, don't resist anymore."

The big head pushed the door open and walked in. His head and shoulders were equally wide, his weirdly muscular body seemed glued on, giving off an evil air.

In addition to the head, this man was also holding a huge chopping knife in his hand.

"I will take good care of..." Before the big head could finish speaking, he saw his prey rushing at him. He hurriedly slashed at himself with the knife.

Dodging the slash, Li Changan threw a heavy punch. Then he saw the big head disappear from in front of him.

Teleportation? So it's — behind!

Feeling the coolness on his back, Li Changan lowered his body and swept his leg.

Tibia struck tibia, and two clear bone cracking sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The big head couldn't help but scream in pain. Then he saw the man with the broken leg like him rush at him again.

No, don't you fucking have no sense of pain!

As the punch missed again, Li Changan unhesitatingly rolled to the side. The big head's slash behind him missed again.

The big head staggered back, holding the knife, staring intently at Li Changan's every move. He couldn't figure out why such a heavily injured guy could be so strong, and why he didn't use his superpower!

Was he looking down on him? Or was his superpower that he got stronger without clothes?

Li Changan gritted his teeth. The pain in his tibia was negligible, he was just a little cold without clothes.