I, the warden of Delta, am a science popularizer and advocate for nuclear peace and friendliness.

"His Excellency the Warden will personally administer the torture. The guards are to be prepared to assist, and the prisoners are to be prepared for death."

"His Excellency the Warden will personally administer the torture. The guards are to be prepared to assist, and the prisoners are to be prepared for death."

A loud female voice broadcasted throughout the prison, and the guards who heard the announcement began escorting out GTI inmates one by one.

The original Shigure was not targeting GTI; the principle was "I will not attack unless attacked."

However, after the last battle, Shigure's opinion on GTI has changed significantly.

He was in the broadcasting room, quietly watching the tidal prison operating below through the observation window.

The surging tide flows through the pipes and a self-circulating system, continuously providing electricity to this behemoth.

The law enforcement officers are already on their way to Dam Zero. Tidal Prison and Dam Zero are both located in the western part of the delta, and Asara, as the local government, has branches in various regions.

Seeing that most of the players had already been released, it was time for him to make his appearance.

Shi Yu didn't bring his beloved Ash-12 this time; he wanted to test whether he could take on hundreds of people with his special forces-level skills.

After all, his fighting skills had improved over time, and recently he had been encountering guys who could launch nuclear missiles from a distance, so it was really difficult for him to use his strength.

Now that the right opportunity has presented itself, Shigure naturally wants to see where his limits lie.

He pinned the Ash-12 to the door of the broadcasting room, and a prison guard silently stepped forward and stood around the gun to guard it for Shigure.

"Let them go to the number one duel arena."

Shi Yu turned to the female announcer and said something, which she immediately did. After a moment of hesitation, she began to speak.

"Attention all guards, His Excellency the Warden is in high spirits and will be personally attending Duel Arena Number One. All GTI prisoners may enter simultaneously for unrestricted combat until only one remains standing."

"Repeat, His Majesty the Warden will execute all 321 prisoners by hand. Guards, maintain order and seal all exits. Prisoners…enjoy the glory of your final battle."

The broadcast echoed through the steel corridors, a hint of barely perceptible excitement emanating from the cold female voice.

Unlike the Tidal Prison in the game, this Tidal Prison has three dueling arenas. The first dueling arena is located on the third underground level and was originally a legal arena for prisoners to settle their personal grudges.

The circular arena is about fifty meters in diameter, with a dark-colored non-slip alloy surface. Three-meter-high iron railings are raised around the perimeter, and six searchlights on top cast a stark white light into the arena, making every inch of metal gleam coldly.

The guards brought in prisoners in batches. Most of these GTI players were injured, their hands and feet were shackled, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of anger, fear, and confusion.

They were pushed and shoved into the center of the field, like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

"What's going on... the warden himself is getting involved?"

"Unarmed? Against more than three hundred of us?"

"Damn it, who do you think you are!"

Quiet curses and commotion spread through the crowd. With the new season approaching, their resurrection count had been reset to three, which temporarily helped them overcome their fear of death.

The broadcast started again at that moment.

"His Excellency the Warden has departed. The execution will begin in thirty seconds."

The ticking of the countdown came through the loudspeakers as Shiyu slowly made her way through the corridors.

The passage gate is raised.

Shi Yu walked into the dueling arena at a leisurely pace. He was still wearing a black stand-up collar trench coat, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and only a pair of red gloves on his hands.

The sound of footsteps could be clearly heard in the open space, each step drowning out all the noise.

More than 300 pairs of eyes instantly focused on him.

"They're here!"

"Go! Tear him apart!"

Someone shouted first, and dozens of players in the front row suddenly jumped up!

Those who dare to come to the Great World are all elite players, and even the least skilled among them are at the top of the newbie level.

They swarmed towards Shiyu like a tidal wave, punching, kicking, and even biting. The oppressive life in prison these past few days had completely unleashed their most primal killing instincts.

Shiyu calmly watched the player rushing towards her, then suddenly moved.

He simply turned to the side, raised his hand, grabbed the wrist of the first prisoner who rushed in front of him, and twisted it.

click-

The sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the roar. Before the man could even scream, he was swung around like a human club and swept horizontally!

Bang Bang Bang!

A group of players who rushed in were knocked backward and sent flying. Shigure's figure blurred in the crowd for a moment.

The next second, he appeared in the center of the crowd on the left, delivering elbow strikes, knee strikes, and palm strikes. Each movement was extremely simple, yet precisely aimed at the Adam's apple, the heart, and the joints.

Those he touched either collapsed or flew backward, with almost no second blows.

"Scatter! Don't crowd together!" someone yelled.

But the venue was only so big, and with more than 300 people crammed together, it was difficult to even turn around. Yet Shi Yu darted around like a fish, each movement accompanied by the cracking of bones and flesh.

His speed wasn't outrageously fast, but his rhythm was unpredictable. He always managed to break free before the encirclement was formed and strike his opponent's power point just before the attack was about to land.

"Please, prisoners, don't hold back. The warden is in high spirits; your madness is the best feedback."

A female voice on the radio rang out at just the right moment, her tone as calm as if she were reporting the weather.

As the stench of blood gradually filled the arena, the players began to panic.

They discovered that this seemingly frail man could not be measured by numbers alone.

Every move he made carried a chilling calculation; a seemingly casual pull or deflection could cause the two attacks to collide.

Even a light push could make the burly man stagger backward, knocking over a group of people behind him.

"A monster...he's a monster!"

"Squeeze him to the edge! Overwhelm him with numbers!"

A wave of attacks was organized, with more than thirty people forming a wedge formation and charging forward with shouts. This time, Shiyu did not dodge, but instead went to meet them head-on.

The first punch landed on the leader's chest, and the man's clothes on his back suddenly exploded into a shockwave, sending him flying backward like a cannonball, knocking over seven or eight people behind him.

The second kick landed on the knee of one of the men on the side, causing the leg bone to snap backward and a piercing scream to be heard.

The next instant, Shiyu suddenly reached out with both hands and grabbed one person's head with each hand, slamming them together.

boom--

After a muffled thud, the two collapsed, and the wedge formation instantly crumbled.

Time passed slowly, and the ring was filled with groaning or unconscious bodies.

Blood spread across the alloy floor, the viscous dark red reflecting the light from the overhead lamp. Fewer than a hundred prisoners remained standing, leaning against the barrier, breathing heavily, their eyes filled with despair.

Shi Yu stood in the center of the field, his tactical uniform stained with a little blood, but his breathing remained steady.

He flicked his wrist and looked at the rest of the people.

"Come on, all of you." He spoke his first words since entering the room. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.

The last prisoners exchanged glances and roared as they launched their final charge.

This was a strike imbued with all fear and rage; nearly a hundred people rushed in from all directions, almost completely blocking any room for escape.

Shigure took a deep breath and then activated his first real "acceleration".

The next moment, the black figure suddenly stretched into a gray line, cutting into the densest part of the crowd like a ghost.

Fist, palm, elbow, knee, shoulder—every part of the body becomes a weapon, and every contact is accompanied by the dull thud of bones breaking and flesh tearing!

His movements were so fast that they left afterimages; he darted and spun in the confined space, causing chaos and falls wherever he went.

Until the last player, a burly man, roared and threw his final punch. Shiyu raised his hand, caught the fist steadily, and then tightened his grip.

With a crisp crack, the player's fist instantly twisted and deformed.

The room suddenly fell silent. Shi Yu stretched out a finger and pressed it against his forehead, giving it a gentle push.

poof...

The burly man fell backward, lifeless.

The entire place was deathly silent, save for the faint hum of the searchlights and the suppressed breathing of the guards outside the barrier.

Shiyu stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. He raised his hands and looked at them; the joints were a little red, but there was nothing seriously wrong.

The practical test of his fighting skills yielded satisfactory results.

"If we added a classic quote from the commander at this moment, the effect would be even better."

The familiar phrase "the warden's strength has been damaged" echoed in Shi Yu's mind.

Shiyu turned and walked towards the exit. The jailers stepped forward, opened the gate, and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

As he reached the entrance to the passage, he glanced back at the dueling arena.

The body has disappeared, turned into a box, but the bloodstains are still there.

"Clean it up," he said to the senior jailer who had rushed over, his tone as indifferent as ordering someone to sweep up fallen leaves.

"Yes... Your Excellency the Warden!"

Shi Yu nodded and stepped into the shadowy passage, her expression as composed as when she arrived.