Those who reincarnate must die.

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Having obtained his spoils, Zhang Lang turned his attention to the other competition events. (Google search reading)

As his gaze swept over them, all the heroes of the sub-clans involuntarily shivered, especially those in charge of highly competitive events, who dared not imagine themselves standing on the field alongside this monster.

"Ahem..." Referee Scovi coughed twice and stepped forward. "Alright, let's call it a day and call it a day..."

With that, he waved his hand, and the competition descriptions on the reward items all disappeared.

After all, he is the referee, he has the power to make the rules, and he decides when to end the game.

Upon hearing that the referee was going to cancel the match, the Shenzu team erupted in chaos.

"Trying to run away after winning money is cheating!"

"You can run away if you want, but give our things back!"

"We still need to hand over the quest items!"

The noisy altar at altar number 241 was completely ignored by the sub-clan; their attention was solely focused on Zhang Lang.

This is the person who truly has the ability and the right to engage in dialogue with them.

"Should we end the match?" Zhang Lang asked, looking at the remaining seven members of the sub-clan.

Are you sure?

Upon hearing these three words, the seven sub-clans felt a chill for no apparent reason.

Those words sound so familiar, as if they were just spoken a short while ago.

"I'll ask one last time..." Seeing that the Zizu clan had not responded, Zhang Lang continued:

Are you sure?

"Wait..." Scovi suddenly shouted, grabbing the briefcase containing research data and viral samples. "Don't you want to finish the main storyline? Do you want all the points you've earned so far to go to waste?"

As he spoke, a member of the clan who looked very old and was somewhat hunchbacked, standing to his left, raised his hand toward the suitcase, and a bright red magical light appeared in his palm. If he fired it, he could destroy the suitcase.

Seeing this, the reincarnators of the Shen clan all tensed up, but some thought about it carefully and realized that they hadn't gained much from this mission, so failing didn't seem like a big loss...

Seeing that the Shen clan on the other side was wavering, Scovi smiled slightly, intending to use this as a threat, when he suddenly saw Zhang Lang on the other side raise his hand.

"puff!"

A muffled explosion rang out beside him, and then Scovi felt a splatter of warm, sticky stuff on his left cheek...

"This is……"

Scovi turned his head and saw that his hunchbacked teammate, who had been standing next to him, had been blown to pieces.

Before he could react, he suddenly felt a dark shadow flash past his eyes, and at the same time, he felt a chill on his wrist.

He looked down in shock and found that his left hand, which was holding the suitcase, had been severed at the wrist, and blood had not yet flowed out.

Looking back, he saw the terrifying Shen man standing behind him, holding a briefcase containing mission items. A severed hand covered in gray hair was clutched to the briefcase handle...

Seeing this, Scovi finally felt the pain in his wrist.

"Squeak squeak squeak, kill him!"

At this moment, the other heroes of the sub-clan also reacted, took out their weapons, unleashed their skills, and attacked Zhang Lang.

Although according to the rules, since Zhang Lang has won one match, the sub-clan should not attack him, this rule has been broken now that Zhang Lang has attacked first, and both sides are acting without restraint!

Faced with the siege of several heroes, Zhang Lang snorted coldly, raised his leg and kicked the void in front of him. His entire body slid backward at an incredible speed, instantly withdrawing from the encirclement of the Zi Clan and returning to the camp of the Shen Clan. He then handed the briefcase to Xiao Mo for safekeeping.

After being removed from the betting pool, Xiao Mo's arm was reattached and returned to its original appearance.

When their attack missed, the sub-clan members turned their guns on the Shen clan, frightening the reincarnators at Altar 241 into fleeing from Zhang Lang's side.

The sub-clan attacked again, several attacks engulfing Zhang Lang, shattering the solid ground and walls, sending dust flying.

But as the dust settled, Zhang Lang was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did he go?" Scovi clutched his severed arm tightly to stop the bleeding, his eyes wide as he searched for Zhang Lang. Suddenly, he felt a thick arm wrap around the back of his neck and rest on his shoulder.

"I'll ask one last time..." Zhang Lang's questioning voice rang in her ears, like the whisper of death.

Are you sure?

"No..." Scovi swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "The match... will continue..."

"Very good." Zhang Lang nodded in satisfaction: "It's still the same projects, but you can add one rule."

"If anyone can beat me in any competition, I will let you all leave this world in peace."

Skovi's pupils contracted sharply; this was a blatant insult! But they had no choice but to accept it, for it was their only hope of survival!

After Zhang Lang's kind persuasion, referee Scovi finally agreed to continue the interesting match.

"Next match, I'll choose arm wrestling."

Zhang Lang's stakes were Bai Hong's promise to let his opponent off the hook. As for the other party, in addition to the initial stake, they also had to wager everything they could win from the Shen clan through this project.

The contest of strength was a foregone conclusion. Zhang Lang paused for only a second to feel the wrist strength of the two-meter-tall rat opposite him before suddenly exerting his strength and ending the match.

Along with the end of the match, the wrist of the strongman from the Zi tribe was also taken away.

"Next match, be resilient!"

The rules of this match are simple and straightforward. A menu appears in the center of the arena, listing thousands of different types of attacks. The two sides take turns choosing and then endure the selected attacks together. Round after round, one side can't hold on and has to give up or die.

Zhang Lang's opponent was a short, stout member of the sub-race. This guy went first and chose to fire a large-caliber electromagnetic cannon.

Upon seeing this option, Zhang Lang's eyes flickered.

He felt a pang of nostalgia. During his final mission before officially entering the altar, he consumed eight of these things. His body was practically shattered; he only survived thanks to his regenerative abilities. He never imagined he'd have the chance to experience this stuff again.

However, back then, Zhang Lang's earth attribute was less than 100 points. Now, his earth attribute is over 300 points, and he has also received many powerful enhancements. His physical strength is now incomparable to what it used to be.

Don't be fooled by the fact that 300 only triples the attributes compared to 100. Remember, attributes become stronger the further you increase them. While 300 may seem like a three-fold increase, the actual effect is likely ten or even twenty times greater – a world of difference.

With the addition of other enhancements, he was confident that he could withstand this attack head-on this time.

But to my surprise, the chubby kid next door also dared to use this trick; he's really bold.

The setup was complete. An electromagnetic cannon appeared in front of each of them, while behind them was a newly generated, several-meter-thick special buffer wall to prevent the cannons from penetrating them and causing further damage. As test subjects, the two had to stand in the designated positions and were not allowed to dodge.

With the cannon fully charged, two shells were fired simultaneously with a loud bang!

boom!

The buffer wall behind the sub-race player shook violently. Looking at the sub-race player who had taken the attack head-on, there was a large hole in his chest. However, what was left at the edge of the wound was not blood, but glistening fine sand, mixed with some molten glass slurry.

So that's why he dared to choose the electromagnetic cannon!

This guy possesses a special ability: his body can turn into sand, making him almost immune to physical attacks!

Even so, the high temperature generated by the electromagnetic cannon penetrating his body still melted some of the sand, which should have caused him some damage. However, compared to death, this minor injury was really nothing.

The contestant restored his body to its original state, coughed twice, and confidently looked around, only to find that none of the spectators were paying attention to him; instead, they were all staring in shock at the person next to him.

The sub-race contestant turned around, and upon seeing what was happening, he was struck dumb, frozen on the spot.

The man next to him was facing the electromagnetic cannon muzzle, his head slightly tilted back, with a thin, long projectile about the length of an average person's forearm dangling from his mouth, the projectile still emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Zhang Lang snorted coldly, tightened his jaw muscles slightly, and with a clang, bit the electromagnetic cannonball in two. The protruding part fell to the ground with a crisp clanging sound, while he swallowed the tip of the cannonball directly into his mouth.

This guy truly lived up to his name; he took the hit!

Is this thing even a living being? What on earth am I competing against?

The Zizu player was sweating profusely and trembling all over. He couldn't imagine what kind of attack he should choose to defeat such an opponent.

Just as he was filled with trepidation, the terrifying man opposite him slowly turned his head and said with the mouth that had just bitten off the electromagnetic cannonball:

"Now it's my turn to choose."