BXBX NOVEL Chapter 496: One Against Ten, Eight Eliminated
Chapter 496: One Against Ten, Eight Eliminated
Mu Chengxi had long understood Wen Xin’s method of provoking action. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his head against her neck, and affectionately rubbed his cheek against hers.
“Why the sudden desire to up the ante? How many do you think Wen Huai can handle?”
“I want to see where Wen Huai’s limits lie. That kid has been playing his cards close to his chest. I wouldn’t have known he had such skills if he wasn’t under your watch.”
Hearing Wen Xin’s praise of Wen Huai, Mu Chengxi let out a hearty laugh by her ear, tightening his embrace slightly with a soft smile.
“With a sister as formidable as you, how could he be any less capable? I’m just worried that eventually, your brother might turn out to be a big shot too. That would be interesting.”
Mu Chengxi spoke teasingly, biting gently at Wen Xin’s earlobe, waiting for her retort.
At that moment, Wen Xin fell unusually silent. She understood exactly what Mu Chengxi meant and had nothing to say in response, considering her many identities. She only hoped that when more of her identities were revealed in the future, Mu Chengxi wouldn’t be too shocked.
The announcement over the broadcast spurred the five exhausted youths to search for new hiding spots.
Meanwhile, Wen Huai was leisurely crafting a snare from a rope he had brought, sitting atop a large tree. Although the net was small, it was easily capable of trapping a person.
As dusk fell, Wen Huai finished a biscuit and took a sip of water before slowly sliding down from the tree.
Just then, the voice broadcast announced again, “Two trainees captured. Four trainees remain, and ten instructors remain!”
Having experienced the instructors’ prowess since entering the devil’s training camp, Wen Huai knew that ten instructors against six trainees typically suggested a sure win for the instructors.
However, Wen Huai wasn’t planning on just surviving His plan was simple: if he could take down at least one opponent, it would be enough.
After setting his trap in a relatively well-lit area using branches and sand for camouflage, Wen Huai retreated to an inconspicuous corner to wait.
Watching from the monitors, Wen Xin chuckled, seemingly understanding what Wen Huai was planning.
Mu Chengxi brought Wen Xin a glass of lemonade just in time to see this. Placing the drink in her hands, he raised an eyebrow, “Is Wen Huai setting a trap? Do you think he can make it to the end?”
“The end? No, he won’t make it. But from his actions, he’s definitely going to take someone down with him. As for who that unlucky person will be, we’ll just have to see.” Wen Xin responded, sipping her lemonade.
Wen Xin observed the predatory gleam in Wen Huai’s eyes, recognizing the shared trait—neither was the type to simply accept fate. Indeed, Wen Huai had not disappointed her.
As Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi conversed, Mayer walked into Wen Huai’s trap with a few others.
Wen Xin gently tugged at Mu Chengxi’s sleeve, urging him to sit beside her.
“Watch closely; it all comes down to this moment.” She turned on the monitor to Wen Huai, their eyes tracking a group approaching through the forest.
At some point, Wen Huai had crafted a small explosive device, now clenched in his fist, ready to strike at any moment.
Mu Chengxi, seeing the device in Wen Huai’s hand, turned to Wen Xin incredulously.
“Did he make that himself?”
“Of course, you think I made it for him? Don’t forget he grew up in a biological and physical research institute. It’d be a shame if he couldn’t even make that after all those years of studying.”
Wen Xin proudly raised an eyebrow at Mu Chengxi, proud of Wen Huai’s capabilities.
Suddenly, the screen flashed. Mayer had walked right into Wen Huai’s trap and was instantly hoisted into the air.
Before anyone could react, Wen Huai charged at the group with his homemade bomb.
As red smoke slowly rose, the three people tackled down by Wen Huai looked at him in surprise.
“What the heck, how do you have a bomb? Isn’t that against the rules?”
“Why didn’t you check his damn bag? How did you miss contraband?”
“I don’t accept this outcome; this is contraband. The rules clearly state no explosives.”
Wen Huai looked at the three sore losers sitting on the ground and smirked coldly.
“Can’t you guys handle losing? This little gadget? I can make one for you any time.”
He sat down, emptied his backpack, and swiftly assembled another device just like the first within ten minutes.
He grinned at the bewildered onlookers with an innocent smile.
Before they could react, he tossed the newly made bomb, eliminating another four participants.
The remaining two, looking at the seven eliminated and one still hanging, felt helpless and resigned. They couldn’t believe ten of them had been outsmarted by a seventeen-year-old.
Just then, an announcement came through the speakers: “Three students remain, and… uh… two instructors.”
Those hidden in the shadows cursed under their breath.
“Damn, who is this guy taking out eight instructors by himself?”
“Shit, it has to be that kid again, doesn’t it? So young, yet so ruthless!”
“Holy crap, it must be that Wen kid. When he first arrived, I looked down on him and called him a weak brother and a gigolo, just a pretty face. Now I see I can’t even fight his toes. He’s terrifying.”
Wen Huai directed someone to cut Mayer down from the tree, smirking at him, “What’s the matter, not surprised? Not feeling accomplished?”
Mayer, unable to help but snort, pointed at the seven beside him. “What more do you want for a sense of achievement? You took out all eight. Want us to worship you? Ambitious kid.”