Those who reincarnate must die.

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"Kamichi!!"

Seeing their comrades die, several heroes from the Zi tribe were about to rush forward, but were stopped by the referee. (Google search reading)

"The match isn't over yet, are you planning to break the rules?"

"But Scovi, that guy killed Kamich!" Several of the sub-tribe members' eyes turned red as they glared angrily at the referee.

"I know!" Referee Scovi's teeth chattered. "Kamichi is our teammate, and I'm just as angry as you are... but the rules set by the referee must be followed, and no one can interfere with the game before I announce the result!"

"He's already fouled!" The tallest and strongest member of the clan pointed at Zhang Lang. "This is a sword fight, but he used his fingers at the end. He broke the rules!"

"I know... those who break the rules should be..." Scovi looked at his badge, trembling, his beady eyes widening in disbelief, "He won?!"

"How could that be?" the other clan members shouted in protest. "He's even lost his weapon! From the moment his sword shattered, he should have been declared the loser!"

"But the altar's judgment is that he won..." Skovi narrowed his eyes: "The badge shows that he ultimately killed Kamich with a sword..."

"Can we announce it now?" Zhang Lang, on the field, flicked the blood from his fingers. "Referee?"

Referee Scovi's lips trembled, and he finally announced with a trembling voice that Zhang Lang was the winner of the match...

At the same time, the sword that Kamich had dropped disappeared and appeared in Zhang Lang's hand.

"Awoooooo!" The Shen tribe erupted in thunderous cheers, for Zhang Lang's victory brought a breakthrough from zero and a glimmer of hope for survival!

He turned the tables on the hero as a sacrifice!

This was something everyone present had tried, but no one succeeded except for this mysterious hunter!

But after the cheers and excitement subsided, the reincarnators at Altar 241 calmed down and began to feel fear again.

Zhang Lang won the match, which not only meant he could obtain the equipment, but also that he could leave this world safely. This was a rule set by the referee, Skovie, and no one could violate it. It was precisely because of this that the members of the Zi tribe looked at him with gritted teeth, yet could not attack him.

A smart person would definitely choose to leave now. No matter how many points he had earned, he had already obtained two unique weapons on this trip, which was a dream reward for any sacrifice. Compared to that, giving up the main storyline was not worth the heartache at all.

But once the hunters leave, the Shen clan will lose their last bargaining chip against the Zi clan, and they will be doomed.

"According to the rules, you can leave the research institute now. We will not attack you in this world!" The referee stepped forward and gestured for Zhang Lang to leave, but judging from his trembling face and taut jaw muscles, he clearly did not want to let Zhang Lang go. He added at the end, "Unless you participate in another project."

"No rush." ​​Zhang Lang was an understanding person. "There are other activities we haven't done yet. I think the shuttle run is pretty good."

"Huh?" Scovi was taken aback, not expecting Zhang Lang to choose to continue the race. But after thinking about it, he understood. The shuttle run was a race where there was no contact or confrontation between the two sides. Regardless of winning or losing, at least he was safe!

"Trying to be clever, how cunning!" Scovi cursed, and then started arranging the shuttle run area.

Soon, the short member of the clan who had previously defeated A Kong stood side by side with Zhang Lang at the starting line.

Since he had already revealed it before, this guy had nothing to hide. He had already arranged the spatial portal before it even started.

This time, Zhang Lang wagered the White Rainbow Longsword, while the opponent's wager was only a rare-grade travel shoe, which was definitely unfair. So, he added the Cursed Wine Bottle and the rare-grade pistol that the guy who later cheated with his clone lost.

Compared to the last competition, the race's contestants wore not only their travel boots but also several other speed-enhancing items, some of which were the same ones the reincarnators from Altar 241 had just lost to.

The sword fight just now made the sub-clan realize that Zhang Lang's strength was not comparable to their previous opponents, so they took it even more seriously and used all their trump cards.

Therefore, upon hearing the referee's command, this time the race started even faster than before, rushing towards the portal at the finish line like an arrow released from a bow!

But just as he started moving, he heard a loud bang next to him!

"What's going on?" The short member of the race was startled, but he didn't stop. However, before he could even take a step, another loud bang came from the opposite side. At the same time, the wall of the sensor area at the finish line of the Shen race track suddenly dented, and one of the red lights above lit up!

"He has already lit one lamp..."

Before the idea of ​​the sub-clan could take shape, another loud bang came from behind.

Next came a series of booming sounds, like machine gun fire, which drowned out the continuous dripping sounds, leaving the sub-clan contestants dizzy and unsettled.

"What exactly happened? What is that Shen tribesman doing?"

Just as the sub-clan members roared inwardly, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the continuous rumbling finally stopped...

"It's over? Great! I can focus on running now!"

But before he could regain his footing, the referee had already announced the result.

Shenzu player wins!

"I lost?" The sub-race member looked up in surprise and found that the walls of the finish line and the starting line of the opponent's track had huge craters, and all ten red lights above were lit up, obviously indicating that the round trip had been completed.

He himself didn't even finish half of the one-way trip...

"What on earth happened...?" The sub-clan player stood in the center of the arena, completely dumbfounded.

He was simply confused, unaware that the audience on both sides who witnessed the entire event were completely dumbfounded.

Just now, in their eyes, Zhang Lang was like a super-fast pinball. The moment the referee gave the order to start, he immediately started bouncing back and forth between the starting and finishing walls, completing ten rounds in almost an instant!

This speed exceeded everyone's expectations!

If it were a teleportation ability like Akong's, that would be fine. But the fact that the walls on both sides are sunken proves that it wasn't some kind of trickery; it was just simple bouncing back and forth!

What they didn't know was that Zhang Lang only actually bounced a few times while stepping on the wall; most of his bounces were achieved by treading on the moon in mid-air. After all, even though the walls here were specially treated and extremely sturdy, they couldn't withstand Zhang Lang's ten consecutive stomps.

"Is he really a sacrifice?" Kang Hai thought, recalling that he seemed to have provoked Zhang Lang, and his legs went weak. The other reincarnators' gazes towards him had changed from initial hope to fear and apprehension.

As for the sub-clan, the anger in their eyes had lessened considerably, replaced by deep worry.

That guy was a monster; Kamich deserved to die!

Who is he? A hero hidden among the sacrifices? But I've never heard of such a master among the Shen tribe.

Given his strength, the fact that Kamich has lasted this long is definitely because he's holding back! If this guy wanted to, he could have killed Kamich in the very first move!

Indeed, that was the case. Zhang Lang and Kamich were fighting fiercely mainly to test their swordsmanship... or more precisely, to test their unique level of enhancement, Weapon Master. He wanted to see just how powerful the skills this enhancement granted him truly were.

In order to make better use of his skills, Zhang Lang suppressed his strength to a level similar to his opponent's, resulting in a very exciting fight. If the Champion's Sword hadn't given out, he could have continued playing for a while longer.