Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Yang Hui looked in the direction the finger was pointing and realized that behind him was a slanted floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking down from above, with bright spotlights flashing below, a steel cage stands there.

The cage was surrounded by people, shoulder to shoulder, waving money and shouting.

"Kill him!"

"Wilderness Meat Grinder!"

"I've invested all my money in you!"

"Kill him!"

Inside the steel cage, a burly man wearing tight shorts, with thick chest hair and a sharply defined face.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes almost bulging out, and his heavy arms pressed another person down, tightly choking his neck.

He even had time to raise his other hand, clench it into a fist, and slam it behind his head, one blow after another.

The opponent coughed up blood from his mouth and nose, which dripped onto the ring.

A moment later, the person beneath him twitched twice and then stopped breathing.

With a hissing sound.

White steam billowed from the cage, and when illuminated by the light, it appeared even more realistic, and the iron gate opened like four leaf-shaped blades.

A chaotic and frenzied atmosphere swept through the entire venue.

People roared like mountains; they loved the bloody scenes of killing and even more so the dramatic ups and downs of assets.

The burly man in the middle flexed his biceps, while the people beneath him were swallowed by the ring, the floor becoming sticky as if they had sunk into a swamp.

A wisp of white vapor rose up and poured into his body.

The man in black said, "It's a pity you can't participate yourself. I wanted to see how the Bureau is doing."

"You want me to leave the field?"

"No, no, no! It's a pity that this arena is only for people below level ten. You've already lost! The person I chose has won. I always follow the rules, and you two are going to die here."

"Even rats in the wilderness can provide amusement."

"Hmph." Pei Feng snorted, his words sharp and cutting: "Rules? Did I say I was going to gamble with you? And kill me? You dare?"

Click!

The fingers gripping Pei Feng's shoulder were like iron hooks; several hands joined together, and the shoulder joint was dislocated.

Pei Feng's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips twitched uncontrollably: "If I don't die, I'll be your grandpa!"

The long-haired man wearing the armband glanced at him for instructions, but the man in the black mask remained silent.

His gaze returned to its original spot, and suddenly long arms, like withered branches, extended from his shoulder blades. There were four or five of them, with five fingers joined together in a knife shape. They moved so fast that they made a sound like the wind was breaking, pointing directly at the back of Pei Feng's head.

The man in black mask gently raised his hand, and the long-haired man stopped instantly, retracting his withered arm.

"Actually, I really like the people in the Administration Bureau, but you guys always cheat, saying that each person can choose one, and if you lose, you lose."

"How about we start another game?"

"You say you're unlucky? I'll bet with him this time."

The black mask slowly turned, and a pair of eyes flashed with purple light, aiming at him.

Yang Hui smiled and said decisively:

"Sure, but I bet I'll win!"

The man in the black mask said with a grim expression, "Those who are above level ten cannot ascend."

"I know, that's why I'm not at level 10 yet."

He burst out laughing instantly: "Hahaha! You brought such an interesting person in, why didn't you say so from the beginning?"

Pei Feng stared intently at the black mask.

He didn't say much, then looked at Yang Hui and said, "It's up to you now."

The man in black raised a finger: "Since you're so confident, I'll make it clear from the start." He then raised another finger: "Two lives for two lives, you'll have to challenge two people in a row."

"Hey! What are you doing? This is different from before!"

He turned his finger and pointed at Pei Feng, who was still shouting.

A hand quickly covered his mouth, and he could only make muffled sounds.

"I'm willing to challenge any number of people, but I don't play with people who lack integrity."

"Aren't you the ones who lack credibility? And given your appearance, you can only trust me."

Yang Hui caught a glimpse of the long-haired man's outstretched arm out of the corner of his eye.

A quick blink of one eye!

[Seductive Gaze] Activated!

The withered arm on the ground suddenly caved in, and the long-haired man cried out in pain, his hands that were holding Yang Hui suddenly loosening.

Yang Hui sprang to his feet with a sudden twist, stomped hard on the ground, and aimed at the wrist that hadn't had time to retract.

The long-haired man cursed, "Damn it! You little bastard!"

Seven or eight more arms sprouted from below his shoulder blades, each with clenched fists, like high-speed sandbags that would be unbearable to hit.

Yang Hui raised his arm and threw a punch, his knees slightly bent, his head tilted slightly, his eyes fixed on the ground, watching every attack route of his opponent.

Bang bang bang!

Each punch landed precisely on the opponent's wrist, producing a series of cracking sounds.

The long-haired man suddenly tilted his head back, pulled his hand out from behind his back, covered his swollen eyes, and looked around erratically, as if trying to find out who had hit him.

"Ahem." The man in black coughed twice to interrupt, "Alright, I know you're capable."

Yang Hui stopped, not because he couldn't beat him, but because a sharp knife was pressed against Pei Feng's neck.

The black mask was pressed tightly against him, one hand gripping the knife hilt, the other reaching behind his head to hold his shoulder.

It didn't feel like a threat; it felt more like a reunion of old friends.

But the long-haired man didn't stop. He punched Yang Hui in the left cheek, causing it to swell slightly, and Yang Hui spat out a mouthful of blood.

Pei Feng didn't utter a word, his shoulders slumped forward, his whole body hunched over, and he gave Yang Hui a wink.

As a longtime brother, Yang Hui understood: he was saying, "Delay me for a while, and I'll see what I do later."

Yang Hui trusted him, but was also afraid of the possibility of bloodshed. He raised his hands and said, "In my current state, what promises can you give me?"

"I told you, if you challenge two people in a row, I'll release you both. I mean it. Don't believe me? Ask him."

Pei Feng nodded slowly.

"Okay! Don't forget what you said."

The man in the black mask slightly raised his head, and two people entered through the door, leading Yang Hui downstairs.

He sheathed the dagger, snapped his fingers, and the sofa they were sitting on slid up and stopped right in front of the French windows.

Pei Feng lowered his head slightly, and the situation below was completely visible. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw him beckon, and the long-haired man walked behind the two of them with his hands behind his back.

"Go find someone to call Alai over and get him ready to go on stage. No rush. Also, have him bring me a bottle of Vidicon red wine from the cellar."

The long-haired man said respectfully, "I don't think he needs to come over. I can just have someone kill him."

The man in the black mask took a deep breath, closed his mouth, and slowly exhaled through his nose, making a sound. He then bent his finger to signal him to come closer.

The long-haired man leaned closer, thinking he wanted to whisper something to him.

Unexpectedly, his neck was grabbed, and he heard the masked man say:

"First, do whatever I tell you to do."

"Secondly, don't think you're someone special. Besides Alai, what are you all?"

"Third, did you hear me clearly?"

The long-haired man's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he made a hoarse sound. Just as his eyes slowly rolled back and he was about to faint, the man in the black mask released his grip.

Pei Feng snorted inwardly upon seeing this scene, then focused his attention on a particular item within the control panel.

Item Name: High-Efficiency Traumatic Injury Pills

Grade: d

Effect: After ingestion, the injury will slowly heal, which will take some time.

While the two were still playing the choking game, the prop was brought out and put directly into their mouths, silently dissolving and flowing into their throats.

Next, we can only pray that Yang Hui can hold on.