Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others-Chapter 75 - 0 Martial Saint Revival_1

Chapter 75: 075 Martial Saint Revival_1

Chapter 75: 075 Martial Saint Revival_1

If he hadn’t come today, the slaughter in the courtyard would have been a blood sacrifice to the Martial Saint, incidentally forcing the wandering simulation arena players outside to choose sides;

But since he did come today, Mr. Zhao promptly changed his plan.

The ambush in the courtyard became targeted at him and Feng Zhong.

If that group had succeeded in killing him, eliminating a top three player from the simulation arena, Mr. Zhao, being fourth, would have ascended to first place, leaving the manipulation of those outside who hadn’t come and the planning of the Martial Saint’s resurrection to him;

If he managed to eliminate all the offerings in the courtyard, Mr. Zhao would then ally with him to defeat the revived Martial Saint, close the simulation arena, eliminate the other players, and maintain the current rankings of the simulation arena…

Whichever step was successful, he wouldn’t suffer any loss.

Of course, there was very likely to be a follow-up.

For instance, in the process of killing the Martial Saint or at the end, he would act against both him and Feng Zhong. If he could take him down and inherit his attributes, Mr. Zhao could still defeat the Martial Saint and take the top spot.

No matter the outcome, everything he did would end up benefiting Mr. Zhao, leaving him with no loss…

What a masterful plot indeed!

Duge looked up at Mr. Zhao upstairs, quickly unraveling all threads of the scheme, and couldn’t help but commend his intellect. Within a month of joining the Qiao Family, leveraging the Qiao Family to exert power over the Peacekeeping Gang, then setting such a grand stage, such talent truly deserved to be his rival!

At this moment.

Duge had more or less figured out the rules of the simulation arena. Once the main mission ended and the assessment closed, those who played it safe, seeking steady development due to ranking concerns, would be eliminated.

The main mission was the real enforced downsizing.

To achieve a good ranking in the simulation arena, players had to strengthen themselves while gradually moving towards the main storyline.

In the final circle, all the strongest would compete for rankings.

This way, it prevented anyone from endlessly dragging out wars for the sake of development in the simulation arena.

…

Having understood everything, Duge looked up at the two old silver coins upstairs and nodded.

Although this plan was more advantageous to Mr. Zhao, it wasn’t harmful to him either.

Ending the simulation arena early, his first place would be secured. There was no reason to hold back if the fourth or fifth places weren’t afraid, and he, being the top, should retreat.

One punch shatters all laws.

In the end, all schemes and plans boil down to strength.

“Brother Qi is indeed straightforward,” Mr. Zhao, seeming to have anticipated Duge’s agreement, cupped his fist towards him and smiled, “Once we’re out of the simulation arena, let’s become friends.”

Duge pointed to the silent girl next to him.

Mr. Zhao snapped his fingers.

The next moment, Duge regained his ability to speak. He looked at the person upstairs and asked, “When will the Martial Saint revive?”

Wang San behind him stretched out his hand and gently tugged at Duge’s clothes. When Duge turned around, Wang San opened his mouth, indicating he still couldn’t speak.

“Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by this? The premise of cooperation is honesty,” Duge frowned and said discontentedly, “Wang San is my support. If you don’t free him, I’ll inevitably be hampered when dealing with the Martial Saint.”

“Brother Qi, Wang San’s mouth is too dangerous. We have to be prepared for anything, after all, Brother Qi has stepped into the trap I designed step by step. With Brother Qi’s pride, there are inevitably some hard feelings,” Mr. Zhao explained, “I watched the recent battle. Brother Qi’s fighting ability alone can suppress everyone present. If we release Wang San, I’m afraid you could slaughter all three of us on the spot and then take on the Martial Saint alone. The simulation arena is nearing its end; I don’t want all efforts to go to waste. This is a common sentiment; Brother Qi should understand, right?”

“So you’re saying, you don’t plan to enter the battlefield when we fight the Martial Saint?” Duge asked with a cold laugh.

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“Strategy is my keyword, and Silence is Xiaoxue’s. Neither of us is good at fighting. For us to go down and fight the Martial Saint would be asking too much of us,” Mr. Zhao cupped his fist again and bowed towards Duge, “Brother Qi, I’ve been petty this time. How about this, after we leave the simulation arena, I’ll set up a banquet at my house specifically to apologize to Brother Qi. With your first-place standing in the simulation arena, you’re a magnanimous man; surely you won’t be so petty, right?”

“Brother Zhao, you should know I’ve always treated my own people well. Moreover, my keyword is ‘protection,’ the more people I protect, the stronger I become,” Duge smiled, “Since we’re already in the same team, what else are you worried about? Could I still stab you in the back during a fight, diminishing my attributes?”

“In this world, only Brother Qi could wield ‘protection’ with such might and dominance,” Mr. Zhao shook his head and smiled, “Well then, Brother Qi, you guys go ahead and kill the Martial Saint. If the Martial Saint truly is powerful, I will have Xiaoxue lift Wang San’s Silence at any moment, and all of us will join the battle.”

“If I had failed to achieve that, Brother Qi, with his capabilities, would easily lure the Martial Saint to kill me. Now, Brother Qi can rest assured! I have planned so much and will not make the wedding dress for others.”

“Good,” Duge glanced at Mr. Zhao above, too lazy to continue the wrangle, nodded, and then turned to Qiao Pingjiang to ask, “When will the Martial Saint revive?”

“When the blood is enough, he will naturally revive,” Qiao Pingjiang said. “The Qiao Family only has the specific execution steps and doesn’t know how Qiao He was ultimately revived, but the simulation field requires a final BOSS, so he must revive.”

Both parties tacitly didn’t dwell on the keywords, having reached the final checkpoint, what someone’s keyword was had become irrelevant.

Moreover,

Everyone present had their own schemes, and the keywords they spoke were fake, so asking was pointless.

Feng Zhong gave Mr. Zhao above a glare, a hint of malevolence flitted across his eyes, as if trying to memorize his face. He was also silenced and had not regained the ability to speak.

…

Duge no longer paid attention to the people on the tower but looked towards the courtyard.

Not long ago, the courtyard was a river of blood; Sang Yan’s destruction had blasted those bodies to pieces, scattering blood plasma everywhere. However, at this moment, whether it was blood on the walls or the ground, it was seeping into the earth little by little.

In the time they spoke, the courtyard had almost no red visible.

At the same time,

Duge’s ears caught a faint heartbeat coming from about ten meters underground.

As time passed, the heartbeat grew faster and stronger.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

It was as if someone was drumming beneath the earth.

Then, the entire ground began to tremble in sync with the heartbeat, loosening roof tiles rattled down, creating a crisp sound upon hitting the ground.

Duge’s Rear Eye clearly saw the tension among the people on the tower.

Mr. Zhao pursed his lips, “It’s coming.”

Duge looked at Feng Zhong and Wang San, instructing, “The two of you, stay here and don’t move.”

“Brother Qi, I want to go with you…” Wang San opened his mouth to speak but was unable to make a sound, frantically gesturing with his hands.

“I’m going too,” Feng Zhong said silently.

“No, you two wait here, don’t worry about me, keep an eye on the fellows upstairs,” Duge smiled, not avoiding Mr. Zhao’s gaze as he climbed, “It was not easy to get the results we have now, let’s not give someone else the opportunity in the end.”

Feng Zhong was startled, nodded heavily, and silently said, “I will.”

Wang San also nodded in agreement.

“Brother Qi, you’re being too cautious. At this juncture, you are the main combat force. How could I possibly stab you in the back?” Mr. Zhao helplessly shook his head, “I would need that ability first!”

Before the words were finished,

A huge boom sounded.

The earth in the courtyard was sent flying, rising more than five meters high; wooden window lattices shattered with a clatter.

A figure soared into the sky, accompanied by a wild laugh: “Hahaha, I damn well knew this would work, the number one in the simulation field is mine, everyone must die…”

At these words,

The faces of those present changed.

Qiao Pingjiang, originally ready to say “ancestor,” choked the words back down his throat, replacing them with, “Damn, someone actually took possession of that dry corpse?”