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One by one, the sacrifices were chosen by the crowd and sent to the Dissection Table. Soon, only two of the twenty or so people remained. Both of them were covered in blood, their hands and clothes stained red. Their faces were pale with tension and fear, and they stood there motionless, their eyes vacant.
At that moment, Lu Xiaoran stepped forward with a smile and said to the two of them, "Haha, it's quite a feat that you two have made it this far. How about this: I'll give you a chance. You need to choose one person between you to be dissected, and I will allow the other to leave alive."
Upon hearing that one of them could survive, the two who had been devoid of hope suddenly looked up, eagerly asking Lu Xiaoran, "Really... is that true?"
Lu Xiaoran nodded affirmatively.
The despair that had consumed them was instantly replaced by hope. Both of them now wanted nothing more than to kill the other and be the last one standing. "I have a wife and kids waiting for me; I can't die yet. Sorry, brother, but you have to go!"
The other person was equally unwilling to back down and replied darkly, "Hmph! Do you think I would just lie on the Dissection Table and let you kill me? My reasons for wanting to live are no less than yours!"
With that, he quickly turned around and grabbed a scalpel from the table. Seeing him pick up the knife, the other person hurriedly snatched up another blade from a nearby Dissection Table.
It seemed that today they would have to fight to the death.
The two gripped their knives tightly, their eyes bloodshot with rage. The looks they exchanged were as fierce and predatory as those of wild beasts.
As one of them made the first move, they quickly engaged in a brutal struggle. Their physical abilities were similar, both wielding knives with deadly intent. Soon, deep wounds began to appear on both of their bodies, their garments soaked in blood.
"Die! Die!"
After a fierce struggle, one finally gained the upper hand. He plunged his scalpel deep into the other's throat, screaming in a frenzy.
The man's carotid artery had been severed, and the other person struggled briefly before collapsing to the ground, never to move again.
"Haha, I won! I can survive!"
The victor's expression was one of exhilaration as he turned to approach Lu Xiaoran, pleading for his release. However, he had barely taken two steps when he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.
Lu Xiaoran stepped forward, looking down at him from above. During the earlier fight, this man had been stabbed multiple times, and now his wounds were bleeding profusely. The loss of blood left him weak, leading to his collapse.
Now, he could only lie there motionless, gasping for breath with his mouth open, appearing as though he could not hold on much longer.
Lu Xiaoran shook his head with a smile and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. It's not that I won't let you go; it's that you can no longer leave."
With that, he bent down and kindly administered euthanasia to the man.
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