Rong Fan stood outside the door, staring at the scene before him. He clenched his fists, his lips moved slightly, mouthing something silently.
The next second, an invisible barrier expanded across the fourth floor.
As an NPC, Xu Wei naturally couldn’t sense any of it.
Bo Jingmo, noticing the abnormality in the surrounding space, merely lifted his eyelids lazily.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Rong Fan gave the woman sitting on the sofa one last look, then charged forward with his knife, so fast that only an afterimage remained.
“Zheng——” The blade sliced through the air with a sharp screech.
Bo Jingmo’s eyes flickered. Feeling a strong gust, he slightly tilted his body, and the blade brushed past just millimeters from his eyes.
Before he could adjust, Rong Fan launched another attack the very next second, the blade filled with deadly intent, stabbing straight toward his heart.
Bo Jingmo reacted swiftly and grabbed the blade.
Yet the man didn’t even frown. He even used the brief pause to lazily lift his gaze at Rong Fan, the corners of his lips slightly curved, almost provokingly.
Rong Fan was stunned at first, then his eyes instantly flared with rage.
Let’s see how many more of these you can take!!
He clenched his molars and yanked the blade back. Each subsequent strike grew fiercer, aiming directly at Bo Jingmo’s vital points.
【Why does it feel like Rong Fan is breaking down.】
【He’s really getting desperate. At first, he strutted around like a peacock trying to impress Xu Wei, but after a few rounds, not only did he fail to kill Bo Jingmo—the newbie—he even got mocked.】
【Bo Jingmo’s reflexes are insanely fast, he actually dodged multiple times.】
【But did you notice? Bo Jingmo has only been dodging. He hasn’t attacked even once.】
【He doesn’t even have a weapon—what’s he supposed to attack with? Dodging is his only choice.】
【This is hard to watch, Rong Fan. If Li Mu hadn’t lost her memory, she’d totally be laughing at you. After all these years, and you’ve still made no progress—you couldn’t even kill a newbie player, just gave him some cuts.】
【I don’t see it that way. I doubt Li Mu would care about Rong Fan at all. In fact, look what she’s doing right now…】
As the words came out, the viewers’ perspective shifted to the sofa, where the woman lounged, lazily resting her chin on one hand and chatting with Jiang Xi, not even sparing a glance toward the fight.
【Hahahaha, Rong Fan, now this really hurts.】
【Forget the fight—Xu Wei is way more curious about the woman who made her husband go easy.】
【But she’s not even worried Rong Fan might kill Bo Jingmo? Is she really that mad? Or does she just trust her husband that much?】
On the other side, the atmosphere on the sofa wasn’t as relaxed as viewers imagined.
“Aren’t you worried Rong Fan might kill Bo Jingmo? He’s already been wounded several times.”
Having kept an eye on things, Jiang Xi glanced at the relaxed woman beside her.
Hearing the question, the woman tilted her head. “Get killed, huh…”
Then she lazily leaned back on the sofa.
“Then let him get killed. He betrayed me, after all.”
Though she spoke of betrayal, there wasn’t a hint of anger on her face. Instead, it was more like she was enjoying the show, with a mocking amusement.
Jiang Xi clenched her fists. Her instincts screamed something was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out the reason behind the woman’s actions.
Besides, Bo Jingmo had said it himself—he had no intention of sparing her.
So why wait for the woman to show up, only to be misunderstood on purpose?
When she saw Rong Ya’s corpse on the floor, she quickly averted her eyes like she’d been electrocuted, then glanced at the clock hanging in the living room.
It was just a casual glance, but suddenly Jiang Xi’s expression shifted dramatically. Her eyes locked onto the time.
It wasn’t midnight yet.
Her breath caught, almost imperceptibly, and she suddenly turned to the woman, speaking with certainty: “You’re waiting for midnight.”
Yu Li raised an eyebrow, her lips curling as she shifted to a more comfortable position.
Hearing her admit it, Jiang Xi’s gaze dimmed.
No wonder Bo Jingmo never fought back—they had been waiting for midnight all along.
Xu Wei and Bo Jingmo were deliberately building suspense, trying to provoke them into making a move.
“What if Bo Jingmo loses?” Jiang Xi asked. “What if your husband dies—what will you do then?”
Lounging on the sofa, Yu Li lifted her eyelids lazily and glanced at her.
“I don’t make assumptions that don’t exist.”
Jiang Xi tugged the corner of her mouth, anxiously picking at her own fingers.
Assumptions that don’t exist? So she really has that much faith in Bo Jingmo.
Which means once midnight passes, all the normal people like them will die.
【What’s with midnight? Why are they all waiting for it?】
【Because the judgment of the God of Peace only happens at midnight. If Bo Jingmo kills someone before then, it breaks the God’s rules, which also ruins his persona.】
【Holy sh*t, so that’s why he didn’t kill Jiang Xi too?】
【No wonder. Even I forgot about that.】
【The players are screwed this round—everyone’s broken the rules and killed.】
【Wasn’t there one exception… Mu Chengsi hasn’t killed anyone.】
【Unbelievable. Could she end up being the winner?】
【Sneaky little couple… I knew Xu Wei didn’t seem that mad in the beginning. She really does have confidence in Bo Jingmo.】
【Confidence is great, but… has anyone considered whether Bo Jingmo can even make it through? He’s already been stabbed multiple times by Rong Fan.】
【I don’t think he can hold on. And even if he makes it to midnight, then what—he’s gonna kill Rong Fan with bare hands?】
As the minute hand crept toward twelve,
the battle nearby was also nearing its end. Bo Jingmo had been stabbed several times by Rong Fan, his clothes soaked with blood.
A sharp arc of blade energy flashed past—he couldn’t dodge in time. A slash appeared across his cheek, crimson blood trickling down slowly, adding a strange allure to his delicate features.
For a moment, the scene froze.
Bo Jingmo paused, then slowly raised his hand.
When he touched the sticky liquid, his lashes trembled. He immediately turned toward Yu Li in the distance.
His eyes were filled with complex emotion, his gaze quivering, almost looking a bit aggrieved.
Seeing this, Yu Li couldn’t help but click her tongue.
How did he get hurt on the face.
She frowned, leaned back against the sofa, glanced at the time, then gave the tiniest nod.
His eyes lit up, excitement slowly spreading in his gaze—like a beast finally unleashed by its master.
Noticing this, Jiang Xi’s eyelid twitched violently.
It’s over. We’re screwed.
And Rong Fan, seeing Bo Jingmo’s movement, turned green. He gritted his teeth in frustration.
F**k, that b*stard got hit on purpose!
With the ticking of the clock, he growled and lunged forward. A silver aura lit up around the blade, carrying thick killing intent as it thrust straight toward the man.
But the next second, a black mist directly grabbed Rong Fan’s wrist.