Game Invasion: A new term for each level

After urging Alai on, Black Mask leaned back on the sofa and said, "Sigh~ We need to change locations. This time, we must find a secluded place. How about Sunset Valley?"

His tone was casual, as if Alai's victory was already in his grasp, and he had no reason to hide it from Pei Feng, treating him as if he were already dead.

Pei Feng stared at the battle below, his heart pounding in his chest as the two fought.

He hunched over, trying to remain as relaxed as possible, and pondered in his mind. Behind him was only a long-haired man, with a black mask sitting beside him, and some people wearing armbands standing motionless in the distance, not moving forward.

It seems the man in the black mask is quite confident in the long-haired man's abilities.

Not only Pei Feng, but the long-haired man and the black-masked man were also focused on the battle below.

Occasionally, when Ale makes a brilliant move, the two of them will nod slightly.

Below, Alai had already grabbed Yang Hui's arm, his finger pointing straight at his eyeball.

The long-haired man and the black-masked man immediately relaxed, because they had already won.

Suddenly!

The sound waves vibrated!

A powerful rhythm swept outwards from Pei Feng's center in an instant.

A deep, magnetic voice swayed to the music.

On this special day, I'm dedicating a special song to you!

Whoosh!

Pei Feng suddenly stood up, his withered arm shattering like glass.

The long-haired man was a step too slow; he stretched out seven or eight arms and whistled away.

擎！

A flash of blade! A tiger's roar and a dragon's cry!

Pei Feng summoned his sword, drew it, and twisted his waist. The long-haired man was suddenly cut in half at the waist with a clean cut that left people speechless.

He turned and delivered a powerful, swift downward chop, severing the black-masked man's head.

"Special love! For that special you!"

The entire series of actions just now occurred in the blink of an eye.

The black-masked head bounced twice on the ground, its eye sockets glowing with a purplish-black light.

The people at the back of the room were in chaos, but some quick-witted ones rushed over immediately.

Most people went to pick up the masks that had fallen on the ground.

Pei Feng felt that he couldn't get entangled with them at the moment.

Stepping to the beat of a dynamic rhythm, hands behind the head, suddenly burst through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Then I turned up my entry's capabilities to the maximum!

Pei Feng shouted in the air:

"Yang Hui!"

"Special love for someone special like you—my loneliness can't escape your eyes!"

The DJ's upbeat dance music reached Yang Hui's ears.

Snapped!

Alai's fingertips brushed against his earlobe and poked at the iron cage, then he heard Yang Hui say:

"This song is so damn corny."

A sudden, tremendous force came from Alai's hand, which was originally holding Yang Hui, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Alai immediately let go, took two steps back, and raised his foot to kick to the side.

But Yang Hui suddenly disappeared before our eyes.

Alai sensed something and reluctantly turned his head, only to find an elbow already inches away!

hum!

He then experienced a deafening roar, and his vision flickered with black and white static, like an old television set.

The scene before my eyes flipped several times in an instant, and then I couldn't feel my limbs anymore.

Alai drew a circle in the air with his head and fell heavily to the ground, with only one eyeball still able to move.

He saw a pair of shoes in front of him and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Kill...kill me!"

In just one exchange, Yang Hui's attribute suppression, coupled with the double power bonus of his elbow strike, proved decisive.

Half of Alai's head had sunken in, and it was a miracle that he could still utter a few words.

"Don't you have any grievances?"

He coughed out a few words: "Go...go to Songfeng Martial Arts Club...to see...to see my...my master."

At this moment, Alai no longer cared about any terms or getting something for nothing. The last thing on his mind was the master who taught him skills and raised him from childhood.

He had originally hoped that if he became successful one day, the Matsukaze Martial Arts Club would accept him back.

I never expected him to die so soon.

That's normal, though, since the master clearly said that this was wrong.

Yang Hui raised his fist and slammed it down!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the octagonal iron cage shook violently.

The people in the audience were quite startled by this sudden turn of events.

Everyone was pushing and shoving like sardines in a can.

The man with the armband rushed inside, wanting to find Pei Feng, or at least capture the one in the iron cage.

Chi!

A plume of white steam billowed out from under the iron cage, mingling with the crowd and blurring their vision, making them even more panicked.

Some people were pushed down and could only shout in despair; the scene was filled with horrifying screams and panicked cries for help.

There's also dynamic music from DJs.

"Get out of here!"

"Don't fucking push! Help! Help!"

"Special love for someone special like you—you make me increasingly doubt myself!"

The white vapor instantly receded, as if a powerful vacuum cleaner was violently sucking it up.

My vision suddenly became clear and bright, and I felt a sense of liberation.

All eyes followed Yang Hui, who remained in the same fist-raised position.

The Octagon winner gains 2000 experience points!

The iron cage opened, making a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

Boom!

The octagonal cage shuddered again, several pieces of wire mesh were shaken down, and cracks appeared on the floor where the weight had become too great.

Boom!

One corner of the base suddenly collapsed, dust fell from the top, and the wooden beams tilted.

A screen of light appeared in Yang Hui's eyes: [Deathmatch Octagonal Cage] (Damaged)

He enhanced Pei Feng's abilities with attributes far exceeding level ten, smashing a huge hole in the floor!

"Hurry up!" Pei Feng said as he stepped onto the stage, carrying his sword.

Yang Hui's last glimpse through the broken French windows on the second floor revealed that someone had already put on a black mask.

The man turned around, and their eyes met. A purplish-black light shone from the round hole.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two rushed into a dark corridor.

Yang Hui followed Pei Feng and ran quickly up a spiral staircase. Pei Feng lifted the wooden board on top of his head, and there stood a limping old man with a cane in front of him.

He was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat, had some bald patches on his head, looked surprised, and had his mouth open, with only a few good teeth visible.

Pei Feng, however, was quick-witted and nimble. He stepped forward, snatched the old man's cane, put the wooden board back on, and then inserted the cane into it to form a door bolt.

"Hurry up!"

Yang Hui was stunned by this smooth little combo.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of hitting a wooden board came from behind him. The old man raised his hand, but his legs trembled and he could not move.

The two quickly headed towards the exit of the curtained tent.

There were quite a few guards outside, and they were at least those who had unlocked the initial entries.

Judging from the way they came in, it would be too difficult for them to force their way out.

Pei Feng even took the time to turn off the background music, since it was too conspicuous; the blind old woman guarding the gate wasn't deaf.

As his attributes dropped, Yang Hui's body went limp, and he was about to collapse. Pei Feng scooped him up and supported him as they continued walking forward.

"Ouch~ Damn, be gentle."

When the moldy, festering areas are touched, the pain is so intense that the person winces and large beads of sweat fall to the ground.

Pei Feng's eyes lit up with an idea.

"You stand there by yourself for a while."

He quickly ran back and stripped the old man with mobility issues of his tattered clothes.

"Oh! Oh!" the old man cried out weakly.

Pei Feng covered Yang Hui with his tattered clothes, came to the front, and carried him on his back by his legs.

He walked quickly for a while, and when he saw the exit of the curtained tent, he whispered:

"Don't make a sound for a while."

Yang Hui nodded, his face pale. The mold had penetrated deep into his bones, and the edges were unbearably itchy.

Pei Feng walked into the dimly lit passage, slowing his pace. He dabbed saliva into the corner of his eye, smeared some ash on his face, and began to feign tears, saying as he cried:

"Father! Why did you die such a tragic death!"

A pair of large, calloused hands stopped him.

"Wait? There was a message coming in that two people are causing trouble. Is that you guys?"

Yang Hui's heart sank upon hearing this. Suddenly, a screen of light flashed before his eyes, and a countdown began.

Congratulations on reaching level 8!

[Due to the keyword "steady and solid progress", this upgrade will grant it a new keyword.]

Please choose from the three random terms below within three minutes.

[Please select an entry. Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7...]

Don't come at this time!