Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 757: The Result of One Knife, Robin vs. the God of Cooking

"Ouch, be gentle."

In the audience, the "mountain climber" who had just left the stage was rolling up the hem of his clothes and receiving treatment from Xiaoyun.

On her lower abdomen, a hideous wound slanted upward from the left side, spreading all the way to below her right ribs, almost cutting her in half.

If it weren't for the effect of [Super Adaptable Plastic Body] that helped her avoid most of the damage, I'm afraid the "Mountaineer" would have been cut in half on the ring.

Although he had the promise of the God of Fairness and Judgment, he would not die... but it was obviously not a pleasant experience to be hit like this.

Xiaoyun put on gloves and used tweezers to slowly stuff her intestines back into her body, then reached out.

"sewing."

"okay!"

Li Nian agreed and handed Xiaoyun the sterilized surgical needle and thread.

Xiaoyun quickly sewed up the mountaineer's lower abdomen layer by layer.

Her stitches were very beautiful. Medical surgical sutures were used to suture the muscle cortex separately. After the wound was completely sutured, she sprinkled the [Golden Wound Powder] kindly provided by Lao Zhou on it, wrapped it with two rounds of bandages, and then let down the hem of the mountaineer's clothes.

"Alright, be careful not to get wet or do strenuous exercise these days... You guys can sit down now."

As Xiaoyun spoke, the men of the "Freedom Alliance" who were forming a human wall around the mountaineer sat down with their backs to them.

Qian Huan looked at the pale-faced and pale-lipped mountaineer and said helplessly, "Will you calm down now?"

The mountaineer bared his teeth and said, "What do you mean by quiet down? When have I ever been quiet?"

"Have you ever been quiet?" the God of Cooking said angrily. "Healing the enemy on stage and letting her chop you with all her might? What the hell!"

"Do you really think the Night Watch's facade is a joke? Even Font wouldn't dare take that blow. You're even more impressive than the head of the Psychology Society!"

As the God of Cooking spoke, everyone couldn't help but recall the knife that Snow Owl had just swung.

too fast.

It was fast and fierce. Although it was just a single strike, it seemed like a grand explosion.

The moment the knife was drawn, the entire arena seemed to fall silent.

"Oh, it's my problem, it's my problem. I'll go back to Prison Mountain and get you a good knife as compensation," the mountaineer clasped his hands together. "Don't talk about me, man. It's been a while since I suddenly lost my temper..."

"Besides, I trust you and Xiao Wang. You two will definitely win, right? With three wins in total and two Jingxu treasures, we'll have achieved our goal."

The mountaineer spoke sincerely.

"This isn't a question of winning or losing," Xiaoyun sighed. "Everyone's just worried you'll get hurt."

The comedian tried to smooth things over.

"Well, if we were all rational, calm people who always did the right thing, we wouldn't be gathered here," the comedian said with a smile. "How about I tell you a joke to lighten the mood?"

"Shut up!"

Li Nian, Xiao Yun, and Qian Huan spoke at the same time.

The chef also lit a cigarette. "Hey, man, your jokes are so funny. Don't let the mountaineers break their lines with laughter... I have to go on stage soon. What if I lose my energy?"

The comedian was also greatly benefited by what the chef said.

"Haha, that's true. I'll tell you about it when we get back."

"Good luck on the start, Chef!"

The mountaineer gave a thumbs-up.

The chef took out a headscarf from his bosom and tied it on.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely win... I thought you were a sure winner, and I thought I could relax..."

As he spoke, he placed a small cup on the table.

"Remember to drink this when you watch me compete. It's made by stewing pheasant with lots of dates. It's very good for replenishing qi and blood."

The mountaineer smiled and rubbed his hands.

"If you lose, you still get soup. Isn't that nice?"

The Kitchen God rolled his eyes and walked away.

……

On the other side of the stands, Snowy Owl's hands and feet had also been bandaged.

As the winner of the previous game, Snow Owl now stood in front of Bifang somewhat dejectedly.

Bifang held a stainless steel thermos in his hand, sipped a sip of tea, and then looked at the snowy owl.

"It's fun, isn't it? Pushing the [Flow] to the limit and then slashing like that, is it fun?"

"You're exhausted after the chopping, right? Then let me ask you, what if the other person still endures the chopping?"

"How do you fight back? Hmm? I'm asking you, how do you fight back?"

"Does that mean we lose?"

"Okay, let's not talk about the last blow for now. Let's talk about the previous performance... Although you won in the end, is it glorious to win by relying on the opponent's kindness and help?"

"Are you much worse than her, Snowy Owl? A player ranked fifty on the leaderboard, how are you worse than her?"

"Why were you being outplayed? Without [Lianshan Zhu] affecting your feel, why didn't you adapt to your weapon yourself? Is the [Soul-Scarring Blade] the Grandmaster gave you so much worse than your Lianshan Zhu? After all this time practicing 'Man and Blade Integration', is the only blade you can combine with [Lianshan Zhu]? Why didn't [Flow] maintain a high level from the start? Why was it controlled by such an obvious control method? Why didn't you realize the opponent's tactical intentions sooner?"

"Tell me how Tengshe and I usually teach," Bifang pulled down the U-shaped pillow. "Didn't the host show you the venue at the beginning? Why do they know to memorize the approximate time of terrain changes and then plot against you, and you just stand there like an idiot and get tied up!"

Bifang said this with a tone of disappointment.

The entire Night Watch seat was completely silent, and no one dared to breathe.

Finally, it was the tycoon and the grandmaster who spoke.

"Alright, alright, Teacher Bifang, winning is good, right? Winning is good."

The tycoon took out a thermos and added some hot water to Bifang's thermos cup.

"Yes, being able to execute such a powerful strike is already impressive. I could hardly withstand it if that strike hit me," the Grandmaster said quickly, then looked at Snowy Owl. "Did you comprehend that strike on your own? It's impressive—remember the feeling of that strike, and you can focus your 'heart zone' around it and execute it!"

After hearing what both sides said, Bifang put down the cup in his hand and gave Snowy Owl a way out.

"Okay, sit down. Anyway... we did win. We got the knife back and the man is fine. That's good."

"Think carefully about what the Grandmaster told you, it will be of great use."

Snow Owl nodded and sat down holding Lianshanzhu.

"That's great, Snowy Owl. You're fine, and you won... Now I feel a lot less pressure."

A soft voice came from the corner, and Snowy Owl turned around and was startled.

"Robin, when did you come?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked towards where Zhi Geng was sitting - apparently, no one had noticed that she was already in the audience.

Even the Grandmaster seemed a little surprised.

Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Zhigeng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Could it be that [The Shadow's Corner] was invented based on her?"

"I came as soon as you started beating me," the girl in the corner, wearing a mouse-gray tracksuit, stood up and patted her butt, "It's my turn... I'll try my best to win."

"It's okay, Snowy Owl won this battle, just focus on your safety first."

Bifang said gently.