Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Zhao Feng stood on the platform in the courtyard, with martial arts disciples gathered on one side.

He took off his coat, revealing his well-built upper body with clearly defined muscles, clearly the result of years of martial arts training.

"Senior Brother Zhao is the best fighter in our generation," someone whispered. "I heard his strength attribute is almost at 8, and his constitution is at 7."

Yang Hui stood below the stage, about to step up.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yiming grabbed him and whispered, "Are your attribute values ​​as high as his? His strength attribute is 8 and his constitution is 7."

Yan Yiming kept his ears perked up, listening intently to every word spoken on the other end.

Yang replied, "He's a little worse than me."

He definitely doesn't have as many attribute points as someone like Zhao Feng who has practiced martial arts for many years.

Below level 10, before attribute values ​​are increased, most people improve their attributes through hard work and training.

The average attribute value of an ordinary person is 5 points, but Zhao Feng's attribute value far exceeds that of an ordinary person through years of martial arts training.

Yan Yiming said furtively, "I can help you temporarily increase your attribute values ​​by a few points."

Yang Hui looked surprised.

Then I heard him blurt out, "Your attribute values ​​have temporarily increased by two..."

At this point, Yan Yiming suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

It felt like someone had squeezed my heart.

He opened his mouth, but the last word he uttered weighed like a thousand pounds.

He had a premonition that his heart might stop beating for several seconds after he said those words.

Yan Yiming bit his lip, his facial features twitching, and sweat covered his face.

My body was trembling uncontrollably.

My mind was in turmoil.

He only feels this way when he says something that is obviously impossible.

For example, making oneself immortal, or bringing a dead person back to life.

He knew, of course, that these were consequences he could not afford.

But I only added some attributes to Yang Hui, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

Yan Yiming had given attribute bonuses to others before, and even when he temporarily added attributes to Pei Feng, it only required a little effort.

Could it be that Yang Hui possesses extraordinary value to this world?

He strained to open his eyes, trying to see every inch of Yang Hui's body clearly.

But the harder I try, the blurrier things become.

He couldn't help but wonder, who exactly is Yang Hui?

He saw Yang Hui reach out and pat him on the shoulder, saying, "Forget it, battles aren't just about comparing attribute values. When the strength is similar, you still need to rely on adaptability and practical experience."

Yan Yiming immediately came to his senses, panting heavily, and saw Yang Hui turn around and go up to the high platform.

Yang Hui took off his coat, revealing the strong physique he had developed during this period of training.

He didn't put on any airs; he simply crossed his arms, bent his knees slightly, and fixed his gaze on Zhao Feng.

The panel shows that his current strength is 7, agility is 7, and constitution is 6.

The gap is significant, but it is not insurmountable.

"Begin!" Chen Jingfeng gave the order.

Zhao Feng charged forward, kicking up clouds of dust beneath his feet.

A punch aimed straight for the center, the wind from the punch whistling through the air.

Yang Hui turned to the side, his fist grazing his ribs.

Zhao Feng changed his fist into a claw and used a backhand to seize the opponent.

Yang Hui lowered his shoulder, elbowed the opponent's wrist joint, and simultaneously kicked out with his foot.

"Bang!" The two men's calves collided, and they both took a half step back.

A look of surprise flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes.

His impact would have at least fractured bones in an ordinary person, but Yang Hui only swayed.

"Have you practiced this before?" Zhao Feng asked.

"I'm just physically fit, but I've never practiced traditional martial arts."

Zhao Feng switched to leg techniques, using a low sweep followed by a high kick.

Yang Hui retreated continuously to dodge.

He could tell that Zhao Feng's moves were methodical, but his adaptability in actual combat was somewhat rigid.

The opportunity lies in the third kick!

Zhao Feng's high kick missed, and in the instant he slightly lost his balance, Yang Hui made a sudden advance!

There were no fancy moves, just a straight punch aimed at Zhao Feng's abdomen!

The muscles there are the thickest, making it less likely to cause serious injury, but enough to give an opponent a heart attack.

Zhao Feng hastily pulled back his arm to block.

boom!

The fist slammed into their forearms, and both of them jolted simultaneously.

Yang Hui felt a numbness in his finger bones, while Zhao Feng took two steps back, his expression changing slightly.

"That strength..." Zhao Feng shook his arm. "Your strength attribute is pretty high."

"That's enough." Yang Hui stepped forward again, this time using a combination of punches—straight punches, hooks, and uppercuts—all basic fighting moves, but with an extremely fast pace, specifically targeting defensive gaps.

Zhao Feng managed to parry.

He could feel that Yang Hui's punches were getting heavier and more accurate.

That's not just a boost from a glitch, but pure practical experience—knowing where to hit the hardest and where to break the balance.

Finally, Yang Hui feinted, fooling Zhao Feng's defense, and skillfully twisted his waist to deliver a right hook to the ribs!

"Ugh!" Zhao Feng groaned and bent over.

This angle is right in Yang Hui's comfort zone.

He bent over backwards and bent his elbows with such speed that he became a black line.

Zhao Feng only saw a blur in front of him, heading straight for his face. He could only watch, unable to react in any way.

call!

Yang Hui's elbow strike stopped within three inches of his face.

A ripple spread out from the two people in the center.

Yang Hui did not make a move.

"Should we continue?"

Zhao Feng, supporting himself on his knees and catching his breath, looked up at Yang Hui and asked, "How did you do that?"

"You're practicing a routine."

Yang Hui pointed to his eyes and said, "What I practice is how to kill others before they kill me."

The courtyard was quiet.

Chen Jingfeng stepped forward and looked at Zhao Feng: "You admit defeat?"

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and finally nodded: "I give up."

Chen Jingfeng then looked at the other disciples: "Who else wants to try?"

No one spoke.

"Then let's all disperse this time." Chen Jingfeng turned around.

"Yang Hui, come in with me."

Chen Jingfeng closed the door and brewed a pot of good tea for Yang Hui and Yan Yiming.

Yan Yiming sat down in the chair, holding the teacup in both hands, staring blankly at the tea stems inside, lost in thought.

Chen Jingfeng said, "You came here for Alai's sake, which shows that you value your promises. Songfeng Martial Arts Society cannot leave without showing some appreciation. We don't have anything special, but we can offer you a bath in Pine Bone Tempering Liquid."

Yang replied, "I didn't come here for too much. I just wanted Master Chen to teach me how to unleash the power of elbow strikes. I don't know much about this."

Chen Jingfeng nodded and walked to a wooden dummy with his hands behind his back.

"In martial arts, fist and leg techniques are the most common, but if we talk about using the elbow, the word 'collapse' is the most important."

"Break?" Yang Hui was somewhat puzzled.

Chen Jingfeng simply stroked the surface with the back of his hand, making no grand gesture; it looked as if he were just waving his sleeve.

The wooden dummy shook, and a clear fist print was left on it!

"Actually, I just saw you sway and hook punch to the abdomen, and I've already grasped a bit of the trick, which is to concentrate all your strength into a single point and release it through your body. But apart from that move, you haven't used the others well."

Yang asked, "Then what should I do?"

Chen Jingfeng sat down cross-legged and said, "If the mind is not calm, the qi will not flow smoothly. If the qi does not flow smoothly, the strength will not be effective. The first thing to do is to calm the mind."

Yang Hui closed his eyes.

At first, he could hear his own heartbeat, breathing, and even the hawking sounds from the distant alley.

A few minutes later, distracting thoughts surfaced—Pei Feng, E+ level dungeon, sister's file, golden affixes…

"When a thought arises, don't resist it; watch it flow by." Chen Jingfeng's voice was calm. "Like watching water."

Images from my memory flashed by: Zhou Yan's distorted face in the subway corridor, Ji Wei's cold fingertips at the cemetery, A Lai's last words in the octagonal cage...

It lasted for an unknown period of time.

suddenly!

A thunderous roar surged in my mind, instantly shattering all distracting thoughts.

Golden lightning bolts raged across the lake of my heart, stirring up ripples.

But gradually, the thunder subsided and the ripples calmed down.

Yang Hui found himself in a strange state.

You can even "hear" the faint sound of blood flowing in your blood vessels.

Chen Jingfeng sat opposite him, his eyes slightly narrowed, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He had never seen such a speed of calming down.