Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

"Who said anything about causing trouble?" Fang Heng said with a straight face, seriously, "It's just friendly sparring. Never mind, lead the way."

Zheng Zheyu's smile stiffened slightly.

Friendly sparring?

Anyone who believes that is an idiot!

"Hurry up, don't waste time."

"Uh… Okay, I'll take you there."

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Zheyu shrank his neck and quickly followed.

Forget it!

Watching the battle that had just taken place in Area A through the monitoring screen, a group of high-level Observers revealed a hint of appreciation in their eyes.

Several people wearing red fanged masks were discussing in front of the screen.

"It's been a long time since we've seen a Death God here."

"Indeed, unlike before, it's not easy to maintain the Death God state now. This person is not simple."

An Observer checked Fang Heng's world information and suddenly noticed something strange, "Huh? The strength of his world is only S-level? That's strange."

"Well, I've also noticed this. Moreover, according to our previous intelligence information, the mainstream academic field in that world is not necromancy, but the remnants of ancient barbarian king bloodlines and combat skills derived from talent…"

"Perhaps it's been too long. The rating was assessed hundreds of years ago. So much time has passed, and something may have happened in that world. We've already sent people there for further investigation. The journey is long, and it will take some time to get feedback."

"Considering everything, the current strength of the world has reached the standard. We can consider giving them a D-level magic seed to seal. Anything higher would be risky."

"Well, continue to observe."

Among the crowd, the Observer wearing a purple fanged mask was clearly of higher status. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Lord 'Magic Seed' is not here at the moment. We'll make a decision after Lord Magic Seed returns. Even if he's capable, it will still take some time to advance to an SSS-level competitor, enough time for Lord Magic Seed to return."

"Understood."

"Uh, wait, look, Fang Bai is going to the 61st floor?"

Following the direction pointed by an Observer, everyone looked at the elevator screen corresponding to a certain monitor and couldn't help but frown.

"Huh? This kid really went to the 61st floor."

"S-level E Area? What's he doing there for no reason?"

The Observer on the 61st floor suddenly felt a jump in his heart and had a bad feeling.

That's not good, Fang Bai is up to no good!

He's probably not going to the 61st floor to chat.

"I'll go take a look."

…

In the elevator, Zheng Zheyu roughly explained the unwritten rules of the White Prison Arena to Fang Heng.

Fang Heng roughly understood the composition of the White Prison Arena.

Starting from S-level, the White Prison Arena is divided into areas by floor, and each area is responsible for its own Observers.

The strength between the floors is generally varied.

Since the monthly limited allocation battles are decided between the floors, most of the floors are hostile to each other.

Under normal circumstances, the competitors on each floor rarely interact with each other.

Not to mention that the other party is also an opponent in the next match.

If you rashly go over, it will be considered a provocation.

At that time, the entire floor will unite against the enemy.

After all, if the floor is bullied, they will also be affected.

"Ding-dong!"

The elevator bell rang, and the elevator doors on both sides slid open.

Fang Heng took half a step forward and looked around at the door.

The few people gathered in the lobby on the 61st floor immediately noticed Fang Heng and Zheng Zheyu.

Why are people from Area A here?

Suddenly, several gazes gathered on their faces.

"I'm here to find someone." Fang Heng looked at the four people in the lobby and nodded lightly, "Di Oulio, do you know him?"

"Looking for me?"

Coincidentally, Di Oulio was in the lobby.

When he saw Fang Heng, he couldn't help but twitch his eyelids slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fang Heng looked at Di Oulio and said lightly, "Give up in the next match."

"What?"

Di Oulio was a little suspicious that he had misheard. Then, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke, he laughed loudly, "You want me to give up? Are you here to cause trouble?!"

While speaking, hearing the sound of arguing, many people came out of their guest rooms and gathered towards the lobby, vaguely surrounding Fang Heng and the two in the middle.

"Think whatever you want. By the way, there are other people too, the same goes for the others. If you see that your next opponent is me, surrender as soon as possible. Don't waste my time. If I have to come and find you in person, things won't be so easily resolved…"

"Damn it! Stop pretending! I should be the one saying that to you. Give up in the next match!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Oulio suddenly felt a jump in his heart.

Suddenly, he saw Fang Heng's figure flash in front of him and instantly disappear before his eyes.

What!

Instant flash!

In the Death God state, Fang Heng was extremely fast, almost instantly closing the distance between him and Di Oulio, and then immediately using the Death God Scythe's instant flash skill to appear behind Di Oulio.

"Whoosh!!"

The Death God Scythe slashed!

A dark shadow exploded behind Di Oulio.

Huh?

Fang Heng's heart moved, and he took a few steps back.

Di Oulio was blown directly to the right by the dark explosive wave behind him. He immediately rolled twice on the ground, stabilized his figure, and a layer of cold sweat overflowed from his forehead.

He felt it. When the dark light exploded just now, he was only a little bit away from death!

Fortunately, something helped him block the blow.

Di Oulio gasped for breath and slowly turned his head to look at the middle-aged man wearing a red fanged mask standing aside.

The Observer of the 61st floor.

Di Oulio cupped his fist towards the Observer to express his gratitude, and then looked at Fang Heng's figure that reappeared in mid-air, with deep fear in his eyes.

This kid is too terrifying!

He didn't even see the opponent's attack from beginning to end just now!

When the others on the 61st floor in the lobby saw this, they all quieted down for a while.

Good heavens!

If the Observer hadn't taken action, Di Oulio would have been killed in one move!

Is this newcomer so terrifying?

The middle-aged man with the red fanged mask looked at Fang Heng and said coldly, "I remember someone reminded you not to kill here."

"I'm very sorry about that."

Fang Heng shrugged.

He said he was sorry, but he didn't mean to apologize at all.

"It's just sparring. I didn't expect him to be so weak. I'll pay attention next time."

Zheng Zheyu, who came with Fang Heng, couldn't help but shiver when he heard this.

Sparring?

What a joke! Who spars like that?

It seems that Fang Bai said the same thing last time.

The Observer on the 61st floor looked at Fang Heng and remained silent.