406: Chapter 406 An Opportunity to Take Advantage of!

Lin Yao lowered her head.

She had stepped on a section of a broken longsword.

The blade of the longsword had snapped into two; one piece was buried deep in the mud.

Stepping on that broken blade, she lost her balance once more.

She fell down yet again.

This time, she collapsed right next to a human-shaped silhouette.

That silhouette was Xu Biao.

He lay there, frozen in the posture of holding his warhammer high.

Lin Yao's face was less than ten centimeters away from Xu Biao's horrified countenance.

Xu Biao's eyes were wide open, the expression of his final moment of life frozen within them.

In that expression, there was resentment, fear, and a trace of incomprehensible confusion.

Before he died, he still didn't understand why he would lose to a "script."

Lin Yao stared into those eyes.

She felt as if those eyes were staring back at her.

He was questioning her.

Questioning why he had to die such a miserable death.

Questioning why this match had turned out like this.

Lin Yao let out a scream.

She crawled backward, her hands flailing frantically against the blood-stained ground.

She wanted to get away from that corpse.

She wanted to leave this pit.

She wanted to go home.

But the walls blocked every path.

She was trapped here.

What do I do... what do I do... what am I supposed to do!

Brother!

This cry of despair failed to penetrate the thick energy isolation wall, only echoing within her own dry throat.

Lin Yao curled up amidst the blood and filth, her body shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. Subconsciously, she raised her head, looking past that fan-shaped slaughterhouse to gaze upward.

There, on the floor where the VIP rooms were located, a massive pane of black one-way glass overlooked this living hell like a silent eye.

She didn't know which room her brother was in, but she knew he had to be behind it.

That darkness was her only hope at this moment.

...

Inside the VIP room.

Zhong Huai had just finished his call with Chen Jing. Turning around, he saw that small, helpless figure in the center of the arena through the floor-to-ceiling window.

The girl had her head raised, looking in their direction. On that small face covered in dust and tear stains was nothing but total collapse and supplication.

This plea for help caused Zhong Huai's heart to lurch. This girl couldn't hold on any longer.

Beside him, Wen Yan had been silently watching the arena. At this moment, this member of the Tusk Squad, known for his cold and hard nature, also averted his gaze.

The two exchanged a look and, without further hesitation, turned simultaneously and strode toward the heavy metal door of the VIP room. They had to go down.

However, one figure was faster than them.

Lin Yu, who had been sitting quietly in the sofa area, had stood up at some unknown point.

He didn't even spare a glance at Zhong Huai and Wen Yan; he simply stepped forward with his long legs, passing them, and pressed his broad palm against the door's sensor first.

Beep.

The door slid to the side, revealing the brightly lit corridor outside.

Lin Yu stepped out without looking back.

The elevator doors slid open silently. He walked in and pressed the button for the first floor of the arena.

The metal box descended smoothly and rapidly.

The mirrored walls of the elevator reflected his calm, unruffled face. There was no anxiety, no anger—it was as if he were merely going for a stroll downstairs.

Ding.

The elevator arrived.

As soon as the doors opened, a scent mixed with heavy blood and burnt odors rushed toward him.

Lin Yu walked through the deserted backstage passage and arrived before the energy isolation wall that had just been lowered.

The wall was translucent, with eerie blue energy flowing through it, completely isolating the arena from the outside world.

“Halt! No passage allowed!”

Four security personnel armed with energy rifles immediately surrounded him, their muzzles aimed at him. They had received strict orders to seal the scene and prevent anyone from entering or leaving.

Lin Yu stopped in his tracks.

He didn't speak; he simply raised his right hand and gave a casual wave forward.

The movement was nonchalant, like shooing away a bothersome fly.

An invisible yet suffocatingly powerful wind pressure instantly erupted with him as the center.

The four fully armed security personnel didn't even have time to react. They felt as if they had been hit head-on by a high-speed truck, their bodies flying backward uncontrollably.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four heavy thuds followed as they slammed into the wall over ten meters away one after another, then slid to the ground, their weapons scattered. Though they weren't seriously injured, they wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

Lin Yu was now very proficient in knowing when to use what multiplier of enhancement.

From beginning to end, Lin Yu's pace never faltered for a second.

He composedly walked through the narrow maintenance passage reserved in the isolation wall and stepped into that Shura field.

The ground beneath his feet was sticky and slippery.

The smell of blood in the air was so dense it almost felt physical.

His shoe stepped on a piece of a broken arm bone, letting out a crisp "crack" that sounded exceptionally piercing in the deathly silent arena.

Without looking left or right, he walked straight toward the girl who was slumped at the edge of the pool of blood, her whole body trembling.

Lin Yao heard the footsteps.

She raised her head and, through her blurred, tearful vision, saw that familiar figure.

He was walking toward her step by step, passing through the corpses and blood.

Lin Yu crouched down in front of her.

He didn't say any words of comfort; he simply took an unopened bottle of mineral water from his storage space, twisted off the cap, and pressed it into her cold hands.

Then, he reached out his large right hand and gave the girl's trembling back two firm pats.

“It's not your fault.”

His voice was very flat, as if he were stating a fact.

“Yan Pojun had already cleared the field; the match should have ended. It was they who violated the rules, returning to the arena without authorization and stupidly rushing into the range of the uncontrollable skill you were releasing.”

“This is suicide, not homicide.”

“The ones responsible are themselves.”

These words lacked the slightest warmth, yet they were like a stabilizing pillar, instantly piercing through the chaos and panic in Lin Yao's mind.

She stared blankly at the mineral water in her hand, then raised her head to look at her brother's calm face.

Is that how it is?

It was their own fault?

These words weren't heard by Lin Yao alone.

Outside the isolation wall, in the eighth row of the chaotic spectator stands, a burly man wearing the uniform of the "Battleaxe Minor Guild" was staring fixedly into the arena.

He had originally just come to watch the excitement and cheer for Xu Biao, a contestant his guild was on good terms with.

But now, Xu Biao had become a pile of mashed meat.

And this man who had suddenly broken in was actually saying that Xu Biao died because he was stupid?

Veins bulged on the burly man's temples. His not-so-bright brain was whirring fast at this moment.

An opportunity!

This was an opportunity to blow things out of proportion! An opportunity to make the Organization and this pair of siblings lose their reputations!

At the same time, it was also an opportunity for him to become famous!

He was a friend of the victim!

Did Xu Biao have other relatives?

Make them pay compensation!

He could live off this incident for the rest of his life!

He looked around and suddenly saw a black object that had rolled into the front row aisle.

It was the microphone dropped by the commentator!