A short sword rested against Jing Yuan's neck, and the scent of gunpowder smoke on her assailant clued her into who had come.
"Decapitation successful," Liuchun picked up the communicator and announced, but there was no response from the other end.
Jing Yuan turned her head and smiled at him, "Not bad, managing to make it all the way here."
"Don't speak, you're a dead person now."
Liuchun's arm was broken, one of his eyes blinded, half of his face blasted away, and there was a hole in his stomach, a section of his intestines spilling out. He looked terrifying, and in the Virtual Arena, all pain inflicted was experienced by the physical body. Before the brain could issue a shock command to shut down, the person would be force-awakened; knowing Liuchun's injuries, one could only imagine the agony he was enduring.
"Go rest," Jing Yuan pressed the button, "Announce to everyone, Red Army's decapitation successful, Blue Army has failed."