Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Another tentacle wrapped around his neck and tightened.

The claws were pulled out, then plunged in again, this time into his heart.

The man with the bone blade stared wide-eyed, blood gushing from his mouth.

He looked down at the black claws protruding from his chest, his body beginning to wither.

Three seconds later, ashes drifted away.

The space is beginning to recover.

Upon seeing this, the woman with bone spurs turned and ran.

But there was only six meters of space left, so she couldn't run more than a few steps.

She rushed to the wall, pressed her back against it, and as the space slowly reopened, she retreated, her eyes fixed on Su Ye.

She had already shot out all her bone spurs, and new ones were still forming; she only had one bone spur left in her hand.

She was covered in wounds, her shoulder was bleeding, and her calves were trembling.

But she did not beg for mercy.

She gripped the bone spur tightly, staring at Su Ye with a fierce determination in her eyes.

The wall is still moving.

Su Ye walked towards her.

She rushed forward.

A bone spur pierced Su Ye's throat.

Su Ye extended his tentacles, exposing an opening, then dodged the frontal attack by sidestepping, his sharp claws piercing her chest.

She froze.

Three seconds later, ashes drifted away.

The wall was restored to ten meters.

Of the three, only Su Ye remained.

One hundred and eighteen stars, then one hundred and twenty-three stars flew into the bracelet.

The blood and qi energy absorbed into the body is healing its injuries and transforming into a strange power.

Two thousand two, two thousand three.

Six thousand one plus four thousand five equals ten thousand six hundred.

Finally, the strange power within his body broke through ten thousand once again.

Then, he looked at the phantom of the sky above him, after these several rounds of fusion.

There are fewer than fifty people left on the field. At most, one more round and the game will be over.

Su Ye didn't hesitate for long before using 10,000 units of strange power to advance.

The ten thousand points of strange power within his body instantly ignited, transforming into a scorching torrent that surged towards his limbs and bones.

The tentacles surged out uncontrollably, dancing wildly in the arena, each one thicker and more ferocious than before;

The black and red intertwined tentacles gleamed with a flowing luster, like countless blood vessels pulsating beneath the skin, each swing leaving a faint blood-red afterimage.

Cells divide, recombine, and evolve.

The wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the new skin is tougher, the muscles are firmer, and the bones are stronger.

Third order.

The moment the advancement was completed, Su Ye's figure flickered and disappeared from the arena.

In a moment of disorientation, Su Ye found himself back on the second-floor platform.

Not far away, several figures were gradually appearing.

Li Xiaowei's figure became clearest first. She stood there, looking around blankly, and then saw Su Ye. Her eyes instantly reddened.

Old Zhao appeared beside her, a relieved smile on his face. He turned to look at Su Ye and grinned.

"Damn, we made it out alive."

Chen Shou and Lin Wei appeared almost simultaneously, and upon seeing Su Ye, they nodded.

Wu Feng and Wang Kui were the last to appear. The two stood side by side and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Su Ye.

The seven people stood a few steps apart, looking at each other, and no one spoke for a moment.

Alive.

They are all still alive.

Around them, the figures of other survivors also began to appear one after another.

The number of people is much smaller than before.

Su Ye's gaze swept across the square.

There were more than three hundred people here before entering the Colosseum.

Now, the survivors scattered throughout the square number no more than the required forty. The game is over.

Several people came to Su Ye's side. Old Zhao was the first to ask in a low voice:

"You kid, you broke through?"

Su Ye nodded.

Old Zhao grinned and gave a thumbs up:

"OK."

Wu Feng looked at Su Ye, hesitated, and finally only said one sentence:

"Thanks."

Su Ye shook his head and didn't say anything.

Just then—

"clang--"

The clear, melodious chimes suddenly rang out, drowning out all the noise and instantly silencing the entire square.

Everyone turned to look at the sound at the same time.

The middle-aged man in the dark red suit had somehow appeared on the stage in the square.

No one saw when he appeared.

He just stood there, as if he had been there from the beginning.

He was still wearing the white, gold-trimmed face mask that covered the upper half of his face, revealing only the corner of his mouth.

That smile, always unchanging, was gentle, polite, and impeccable.

He tapped the ground lightly with the thin black cane in his hand.

In his other hand he held a small golden bell, the hammer still hanging on the edge of the bell.

He raised his hand and tapped it lightly with the hammer.

"clang--"

The bells rang again, echoing across the empty square.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him.

The middle-aged man put down his small clock, smiled, and spoke, his steady voice carrying through every corner:

"Congratulations everyone, you have successfully passed the second round of the game."

His gaze slowly swept across the entire area, lingering for a moment on the face of each survivor, as if he were counting heads, or perhaps admiring something.

"Those who can stand here are all people who have been tested by life and death."

Congratulations!

No one speaks.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to care whether anyone responded or not.

He paused, then continued:

"This round of the game is now officially over."

Next, we will announce some rules.

He raised his hand and tapped the air lightly with his black cane.

"First, everyone can use the remaining stars to exchange for their life, health, and strength."

You are already aware of the specific rules; you can decide for yourselves.

Some people in the audience couldn't help but look down at their wristbands, silently calculating the number of stars remaining on them.

The middle-aged man waited a few seconds before continuing:

"Now I'll talk about the second point."

He paused slightly, as if emphasizing that what he was about to say was important.

"The third and fourth levels are completely different realms."

Therefore, the number of stars needed is not doubled from the second to third order.

He held up three fingers:

"It takes fifty stars to break through from the third tier to the fourth tier."

"It takes one hundred stars to break through from the fourth rank to the fifth rank."

"It takes two hundred stars to break through from the fifth rank to the sixth rank."

A low murmur arose from the audience.

After a while, the discussion gradually subsided.

The middle-aged man spoke again, this time his gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on a certain person.

Su Ye.

"The player who earns the most stars in this game will have one opportunity to ask a question."

Everyone's gaze followed his line of sight and turned to Su Ye.

Those gazes held curiosity, scrutiny, vigilance, and apprehension.

The person who gets the most stars in this game is not someone to be trifled with, no matter what methods they use.

Su Ye remained silent for two seconds.

He was thinking about what to ask.

After two rounds of the game, he learned some of the rules, the purposes of some people, and the sources of some power.

But one question lingered in his mind from beginning to end.

He spoke, his voice calm:

Why are you invading our world?

After the question was asked, the square fell silent.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man, waiting for his answer.

The middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged, and even deepened.

That smile wasn't mocking or contemptuous, but rather an enigmatic and somewhat mysterious kindness.