Let Me Be More Audacious!

"How could this happen!"

In the area designated for the Evolvers, many had gathered to enjoy the spectacle, but they were all left dumbfounded.

What's going on!

It seemed that Sacha was on the brink of defeat, barely holding on, and then, in less than a second, the situation on the field reversed dramatically. With just one move, Sacha not only turned defeat into victory but did so in a spectacularly graceful manner!

The shift between losing and winning happened so swiftly.

It was like watching a dream!

Reflecting on it now, Sacha's strike was lethal, his grasp of the situation and timing was precise to the second, without any hesitation. His decisiveness was what led to such an outcome.

How could such a fight be conducted by a mere zombie? Shouldn't it have been an Evolver instead?

Instantly, everyone present was somewhat taken aback by Sacha.

"This zombie, I want it!"

After a mix of shock and anger, Basil suddenly laughed and said this.

"Go find that Maxwell guy outside, tell him to name a price. I want this zombie, and if he dares to refuse, huh!"

Basil snorted coldly, his threat clear.

"Yes!"

The subordinate left the private room, feeling that Maxwell was truly unfortunate. Even if Maxwell agreed to sell the zombie, in his view, Maxwell would end up with no benefits. After all, those who crossed Basil ended up dead, so what use were benefits?

Basil's mention of naming a price was likely just his way of teasing the person.

Cats play with their food before eating it.

In Basil's eyes, Maxwell was just the mouse, and he was the cat toying with Maxwell in the palm of his hand.

"Maxwell, does your zombie rest now or choose to continue fighting?"

At that moment, the arena's manager asked Maxwell through the intercom, "Does it need to rest, or will it continue fighting?"

Maxwell replied coolly, "No need for rest, continue fighting."

"Continue?"

The manager was taken aback.

"Hmm? Is there a rule that says we can't continue?" Maxwell asked coldly.

He had seen through Sacha's eyes what the arena staff had tampered with. The fifth zombie that should have faced Sacha was switched out for another one.

This was clearly a deliberate target!

In that case, he might as well be more audacious.

Although Maxwell didn't like to stir up trouble, that didn't mean he was easy to bully or had a good temper. Now that someone was targeting him and even colluded with the arena's insiders to plot against him, he decided to ramp up his audacity.

Do you dislike seeing me?

Then I'll make it even more unpleasant for you!

"This... please let me consult for a moment."

Shortly after, the consultation brought back a response: "Does he want to monopolize the arena? How arrogant. Fine, if he wants it that way, give him the chance!"

Having received the approval from above.

The next match still belonged to Sacha.

And the zombie owners queued behind started to feel frustrated, with many trying to pull strings to push their zombies further back in the line, hoping to wait until Sacha took a break. However, they soon realized that Sacha had no intention of stepping down anytime soon.

"This zombie's owner is quite arrogant! Is he trying to make enemies with us?"

"If this keeps up, we won't need to wait for the finals. There probably won't be many left by then!"

"What are you thinking? Can he really defeat all the contestants? Stop dreaming. There are still several strong ones yet to compete! Let him jump around for now; soon he won't know how to stop crying for his mother wanting to go home!"

In the arena, Sacha had already won dozens of matches consecutively but showed no signs of stopping.

This caused an uproar among the competitors.

At that time, Basil's subordinate had also located Maxwell's position through various channels and went straight to him.

"Hmm? You want to buy my zombie? Sorry, not for sale!"

"Maxwell, won't you reconsider? Any price you name will be acceptable as long as it's reasonable."

"Can I really get what I ask for? I need to be alive to make money and alive to spend it, don't you think?"

Maxwell looked at him, smiled lightly, and without saying much more, closed the door.

"He sees things pretty clearly and is smart enough, but that intelligence isn't being used in the right place! Choosing this way to offend the competitors, I wonder if he's pretending to be smart or just plain stupid?"

Hearing his subordinate's feedback, Basil snorted coldly and spoke disdainfully.

...

The events at the zombie fighting arena were unknown to the vast majority of people in the city of Tampa.

After all, the zombie fighting arena could accommodate only about ten thousand people, while the large base city of Tampa had a population of over three hundred thousand.

Of course, among those thousands, many were mid-to-high-level officials of the base city, while the lower and even bottom tiers of society were still busy with their livelihoods.

At the gate of Tampa city, two people were walking this way.

One of them was tall and robust with a distinguished air, and the other wore large black sunglasses, his back hunched, and his body somewhat lean and gaunt, giving off an uncomfortable vibe.

These two people, the younger one in front was Norris, and the other was Barclay.

"It's the base city up ahead. There are a lot of people in the city, and the energy is chaotic. It's not easy for me to determine the exact location," the old man with the large sunglasses said in a low voice.

Barclay possesses a very special ability used for tracking prey. By obtaining some specific information, he can pinpoint the location of his targets. This search and track ability is quite formidable; however, it comes with a significant energy cost each time it is used. While other Evolvers who enhance their abilities become stronger and live longer, the higher the level of his ability, the greater the energy consumed, ultimately draining his lifespan, which makes him appear very aged.

Norris stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the city gates ahead.

"Tampa city."

After a moment's contemplation, Norris strode towards the gate.

"Do you have identification..."

The guard was just about to ask him for an identification badge, but a glance from Norris struck him like lightning, causing the guard to retreat several steps, his heartbeat pounding as if he had just faced a life-or-death situation. It took him a long time to regain his composure, his clothes soaked with sweat.

He instantly knew that the person before him was no ordinary figure, and he dared not obstruct further, quickly saying with great respect, "My lord, please enter!"

Seeing this, another guard quickly bowed and saluted.

Norris paid them no more attention and walked into Tampa city with Barclay.

"It's terrifying... I never thought there could be such a fearsome person... One look can determine life and death... What kind of person is this..."

"Nowadays, more and more masters are gathering in Tampa city. But it's just a zombie fighting contest; could it really attract such high-level figures?"

"Who knows? Let's hope nothing major happens…"