Everything is a Sissy!

Desperate.

Lu Li had lost all hope in this world.

He was initially full of confidence.

After all, in his understanding, there are billions of people in the world, and countless superhumans. Moreover, superhumans enhanced by modern technology are definitely more than one dimension stronger than those guys from ancient times!

Moreover, these are the elite of the elite selected from all over the world!

Is that all?

A Blackman hunter was killed by a white undead who was burned to a small black body.

The other Indian guy is the worst of the worst!

How can you be so honest? You said you'd commit suicide if you couldn't win within five moves, and you actually did it!

However, this ability is quite outrageous...

Lu Li had never seen such an honest Indian before.

He has a friend who works in foreign trade, who says that Indians are cunning and shrewd in their work. Not only do they have the kind of cleverness that is easy to see through, but they also like to renege on their debts!

Therefore, those of them who do foreign trade either don't accept jobs from Indians, or if they do, they must receive full payment before shipping.

With a sigh, Lu Li asked, "Who's next?"

He glanced at the group of foreigners over there.

In just a few minutes, two of the six foreigners were killed.

It's obvious they don't want to continue there now.

There are eight people on this side, and nine on the other side.

Pan Shuai glanced at Xing Tian, ​​who was pretending to be dead, and then volunteered, "If it's not going to work, I'll go. I'll try my best to take down one or two of them."

He was already prepared to die when he said those words.

Although the deaths of those two were comical, they also proved one thing.

This battle was not a mere skirmish, but a life-or-death struggle.

And it's the most brutal kind of relentless battle.

When Pan Shuai made his choice, he was already destined to meet his end.

But as the bureau chief said, it was his own choice.

Anyway, he's all alone, and he's experienced all the joys and sorrows of life, so he has nothing to regret.

What sustains him now is a sense of honor and a feeling of superiority.

Being an extraordinary being means being destined for a higher status than ordinary people.

He thinks so too.

However, those with extraordinary abilities must also shoulder greater responsibilities.

Just like in wartime, soldiers will tell civilians to leave.

As a superhuman, the greater the ability, the more privileges one has, but with the same increase in responsibility.

This is Pan Shuai's understanding.

Since the decision has been made, there is no need to hesitate any longer.

He turned around and was about to step onto the field.

But Li Guoping stopped him.

"Xiao Pan, we do need you to go this round, but not to send you to your death."

He instructed earnestly, "Use your abilities to test whether the other party has any self-awareness, and admit defeat immediately after getting the result. Of course, you can persist if you want, but just be clear about the gap between yourself and the other party. You're not in a position to play the tough guy."

Pan Shuai wanted to argue his point, but seeing the director's determined look, he ultimately said nothing and just nodded vigorously.

Lu Li watched silently.

He had a very strange feeling.

He didn't pay much attention to the fact that all of this was just a false worldview.

Even if Pan Shuai dies here, he knows that Pan Shuai will still be alive after everything returns to normal.

Even Pan Shuai's background and life experience are all fabricated.

But why... does it feel like the emotions are so real?

Perhaps all of this is an illusion for Lu Li, but for Pan Shuai at this moment, it is his real life.

The moment he stepped onto the court, Pan Shuai was surprised to find that his legs and hands were trembling.

"Is this the kind of oppression Lao Lu faced before...?"

Looking at the ghost general with white horse and silver spear ten meters away, Pan Shuai couldn't help but laugh at himself, "Turns out I'm just a master of empty talk."

Facing the other person head-on, he could feel a suffocating sensation, as if the air had been compressed into a vacuum.

And that fierce killing intent—only a true warrior who has fought among hundreds of thousands of troops for decades could possess such a killing intent.

This was a true powerhouse who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; the bloody aura he exuded even caused Pan Shuai to hallucinate!

He felt as if he were standing amidst a vast army, and the calm, bloody aura emanating from the soldiers around him greatly enhanced his sense of security.

But for some reason, everyone seemed very nervous, and some even subconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons and swallowed.

Their gazes were all fixed ahead, their eyes revealing a hint of fear.

Pan Shuai subconsciously looked up, but only saw a long spear and a white horse.

And there was that spotless older brother on horseback, clad in silver armor.

The man, wielding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, charged into the formation like autumn leaves swept away by the wind.

Soon, he arrived in front of Pan Shuai.

Countless gun shadows filled his vision like a rain of bullets, but in Pan Shuai's view, those countless gun shadows gradually converged into a single line.

The shadow of the spear grew larger and larger, and gradually, the whole world seemed to be enveloped by this long spear!

Pan Shuai subconsciously took a step back.

He suddenly woke up!

It turns out that all of this was just an illusion created by the killing intent emanating from the other party!

The spear was already upon him! By the time Pan Shuai could react, it was too late!

He instinctively raised his arm to shield himself!

But it's simply impossible to stop them.

However, when the spear was less than five centimeters from his skin, and Pan Shuai could already feel the sharp, bone-chilling cold on his arm, the spear paused slightly and deflected!

Pan Shuai seized on this momentary opening and instinctively threw a punch that slammed into the horse's head!

The white horse let out a neigh and retreated twenty meters away, horse and rider!

Pan Shuai was about to rush forward when he suddenly remembered what the bureau chief had told him.

He looked up and glanced at Zhao Zilong, who was twenty meters away.

A faint blue flame burned in the eye sockets of its skull-like face.

But Pan Shuai seemed to understand something.

He can't die yet! He has to pass this message on!

"I give up!"

Pan Shuai raised his hand.

The stands surrounding the arena were filled with commotion as heads of state from various countries watched the live broadcast.

Pan ignored all of that and turned to leave the stage.

As I passed by those foreigners, I unsurprisingly received a few contemptuous curses.

But Pan Shuai didn't care at all.

He quickly walked back to Lu Li and whispered, "I could feel it, Zhao Zilong was conscious! He held back when he hit me just now!"

Li Guoping's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Pan Shuai said with certainty.

"Okay, I think I understand." Li Guoping nodded, then turned to Lu Li and asked, "How many can you handle?"

Lu Li held up three fingers. "Three. I can't handle more than three."

"Okay, then I'll hold off the others until the last three appear."

Li Guoping looked at Zhao Yun on the stage, "If all the Chinese generals hold back... then I guess they'll go first. Excluding the four Chinese generals, that means I still have to fight two... that's enough!"

Lu Li asked, puzzled, "Didn't those foreigners contribute anything?"

"Apart from that Indian guy from earlier, none of the others who came are top-tier fighters," Li Guoping sneered. "These guys are fighting amongst themselves even when they're facing life and death; we can't count on them."

He glanced at Xing Tian. "Xing Tian is a martial arts fighter. His opponent is faster, stronger, and far more skilled. He would be crushed if he went up against him, unless his opponent is a fragile magic-based character like Copernicus, but unfortunately, he doesn't seem like that."

After stretching his body, Li Guoping glanced at Pan Shuai and suddenly smiled, "Little Pan, from now on, the Super Spirit Bureau is in your hands."

Pan Shuai bit his lower lip tightly, nodded solemnly with tears in his eyes.

"ha!"

With a carefree smile, Li Guoping walked into the venue with his hands behind his back and his beer belly protruding.

The last three were given to Lu Li partly because of their complete trust in him, and partly...

That means he was certain he wouldn't survive.

Lu Li asked, "Can he do it?"

"It can be done, it definitely can be done!" Pan Shuai wiped away his tears. "Old Lu, didn't you just say that the Texas cowboy wasn't capable enough? Actually, the chief's abilities are similar to his, but they're based on his own understanding."

Lu Li raised an eyebrow. "So what is his ability?"

Similar abilities to the "Blackman Hunter"?

What could it be?

"The sissy terminator," Pan Shuai said. "The director's ability is specifically designed to counter sissies. When facing sissies, his strength can continuously break through the limits. Moreover... in his eyes, apart from himself, all men in the world are sissies."

Lu Li: "..."

The grand scheme of things is beyond the reach of the world!