Life Dungeon Game

Two of the five men were wearing masks, one a pig's head and the other a monkey's head; both were common plastic masks available on the market.

There was another person wearing magnificent full-body armor, but most of the armor was made of plastic. It looked like the strongest armor from a tokusatsu series called Armor Hero that He Ao watched when he was a child.

It seems to be called something like Emperor.

When He Ao was a child, he also wanted a really cool suit of armor like this.

The armored man saw He Ao turn his gaze towards him, waved, and nodded slightly in greeting.

The remaining two men were not wearing masks. One was wearing a light, loose white training uniform and looked to be in his early twenties. He was full of vigor and reminded Heo of Rijette when he was young. The other was tall, with rough skin and a fierce expression. He looked quite strong.

Just as He Ao was taking in everyone's situation, the arena in the center of the stadium was just set up.

The tall, muscular man who wasn't wearing a mask took two running steps, leaped over the ring railing, and landed in the very center of the ring.

thump—

As he landed, the entire stadium seemed to tremble.

He glanced at the people around him and laughed, "I'm in a hurry to get back for lunch."

"Hurry up and bring the food. Let me get a spot so you don't have to go to your deaths in the ruins."

Upon hearing this, everyone present frowned slightly, but no one stepped forward first.

The first round is a hand-to-hand combat contest. The person who goes first exposes their moves to the others, which weakens their chances of winning.

The big guy glanced around and, seeing that no one was going to go first, cursed, "A bunch of cowards."

His gaze swept around and landed on He Ao, who had just come in. He laughed and said, "Hey you, the one with the Kaifeng vegetable bag on your head, are you Mr. Kaifeng Vegetable? Come here, let me take you to eat."

Among the men present, He Ao appeared to be the thinnest, and the weakest among the others was the young man in the training clothes, but that young man had a strong spirit and looked like someone not to be trifled with.

This big, burly man looks reckless, but he is actually very shrewd. He chooses the weakest one at the start, so he doesn't have to show much strength, but he can still build up his prestige.

He Ao noticed the big guy looking at him, adjusted the open food bag hanging on his head, then pointed to himself to confirm.

"I?"

"Of course it's you. You're not chickening out, are you?"

Hearing that He Ao's voice sounded quite young, the big, burly man laughed and said, "Kids should go home and drink milk. Don't participate in adult games here."

"Oh, that's okay."

He Ao nodded and was about to walk towards the ring when Zhang Anxia stopped him.

"The first round of fighting is unrestricted fighting, a ring match. Whoever stands on the top is the champion, and the challengers are below. Only one challenger can go up to fight the champion at a time, and there is no limit to the number of times a challenger can go up. The ring time is 30 minutes, and whoever stands on the ring at the end wins the match."

The winner receives 100 points. The remaining losers are ranked according to their duration in the ring. If any loser's duration exceeds that of the reigning champion, that loser receives 90 points, and the others are scored proportionally based on their time. If the reigning champion has the longest duration, they receive 100 points, and the others are scored proportionally.

Zhang Anxia quietly explained the rules of the competition.

In fact, He Ao had already seen the rules in the document Liu Nan sent him. This fighting competition is about fighting, but not entirely about fighting, because time and personal energy are factors that need to be calculated within these thirty minutes.

The winner is the person who stands in the ring at the end, not the person who wins the most matches. That is to say, even if someone stands in the ring from the beginning to the end of the match, but is defeated in the last round by someone who has never been in the ring before and has been conserving their energy, that person is still the winner.

This tests one's ability to make timely decisions, conserve energy, and personal strength. Moreover, unrestricted combat means that special techniques can be used.

After all, the competition is about selecting people who can actually enter the ruins, not just those who are good at showing off. The whole competition arrangement is much more realistic.

He Ao nodded slightly to Zhang Anxia, ​​indicating that he understood.

"Try to be gentle."

Zhang Anxia saw He Ao nod and was about to withdraw his hand, but halfway through, he immediately whispered something.

He had witnessed firsthand how ruthless this kid could be; Bull was still...

Some people are receiving psychological treatment, while others don't. The magician is currently lying in a coffin.

“Yes, yes,” He Ao nodded. “Don’t worry, Lao Zhang, I’m a law-abiding citizen.”

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Your words make me even more worried.

Zhang Anxia ultimately hesitated before letting go.

Because He Ao and Zhang Anxia were standing quite far from everyone else, and Zhang Anxia was speaking softly, everyone assumed that Zhang Anxia was explaining the rules of the game to He Ao and didn't pay any attention.

Only the young man in the training clothes seemed to concentrate slightly.

Unlike the big guy who leaped up in a dashing fashion, He Ao slowly walked up the stairs to the ring.

The moment he stepped into the ring, the staff on the side started the timer.

The big guy chuckled, "Kid, don't blame me for having big fists."

As he spoke, he stepped onto the ring, and amidst the shaking of the ring, he swung his right fist, delivering a straight punch towards He Ao's face.

He Ao slowly raised his left hand, and with the back of his hand he gently flicked it to the side, hitting the burly man's wrist.

The burly man's momentum shifted at that moment, tilting to one side. His body was also pulled to the side by the force, and he rushed toward He Ao's side, his face appearing behind He Ao's palm.

Snapped--

He Ao flipped his hand over and slapped the burly man behind the ear.

The burly man opened his eyes wide and staggered forward, crashing into the ropes that formed the fence. The force was so great that he tumbled over the fence and landed with a thud on the soft mat laid out next to the ring, passing out.

All of this happened so fast that everyone only saw the burly man throw a punch at He Ao, then tumble off the ring and crash to the ground.

He Ao slowly walked to the center of the arena, without saying a word, just quietly watching the others.

Zhang Anxia quickly went over to check on the burly man's condition, and felt his carotid artery; he was still breathing.

He's not dead, thank goodness.

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Zhang Anxia picked up the burly man and tossed him onto the stretcher of the medical team.

The remaining eight fell into a brief silence. None of them had expected that the thinnest-looking guy would be the toughest one.

The group exchanged glances but none of them stepped forward.

Finally, a young woman wearing a white veil stepped onto the stage. She bowed to He Ao and said, "Hello, mediator."

This is her code name.

"mercenary."

He Ao also cupped his hands in greeting.

At this moment, the woman looked up and stared at He Ao.

Under that gaze, He Ao felt his heart gradually calm down, and his desire to fight gradually diminished.

Then he calmly and politely lifted the woman up and threw her off the ring.

He Ao never had any desire to fight; he was just a law-abiding good person who acted according to his established goals.

The woman didn't realize what had happened until she fell to the ground and her buttocks made intimate contact with the earth.

However, once one person started, others began to step into the ring to challenge He Ao.

"Have you figured out what's going on with that guy?"

The woman wearing a white mask and a fisherman's hat gently touched the young man in training clothes next to her. She and the young man in training clothes seemed to be familiar friends.

Did you see the open sack of vegetables on his head?

The young man in training clothes leaned closer, his gaze fixed on the arena, where He Ao was currently fighting the man in armor.

"Huh? What's wrong? It's just a regular Kaifeng vegetable bag."

The woman in the white mask said in confusion.

At that moment, He Ao easily knocked the armored man to the ground with one move, picked him up, and threw him off the stage.

"Look closely, he's actually walking very fast. At such a fast speed, the wind force from the oncoming airflow is not small, and the paper bag on his head doesn't move at all."

The young man in sportswear asked in a deep voice.

"It seems..." The woman in the white mask carefully observed He Ao's movements. The paper bag over He Ao's head rose and fell slightly with his movements, but like a tightly fastened helmet, it showed no sign of being moved by the airflow. "Indeed, it doesn't..."

She looked at the young man in the tracksuit with a puzzled expression. "Is this so difficult?"

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The young man in the sportswear paused for a moment, then slowly said, "It's very difficult. It requires an extreme grasp of force, so that the wind blowing in is just enough to be neutralized by the force exerted by the body inside the bag, keeping the paper bag in a state of force balance. This force must be extremely precise. Once the direction of the force is off, the fragile paper bag will be torn directly."

“Oh,” the woman in the white mask nodded as if she understood, then she asked, “Can you do it?”

"I..." The young man in the tracksuit paused, his gaze following He Ao's movements intently, "No."

The woman in the white mask knew that her friend was always competitive, and the fact that he acknowledged her meant that the person in the ring was truly formidable.

"I'd like to see just how good he is."

She walked past the young man in sportswear, reached the front of the ring, and with a light leap, jumped onto the ring.

"Wind Spirit".

She gently cupped her hands in greeting to He Ao.

"mercenary.

"

He Ao returned the greeting with a cupped hand.

Then, as He Ao cupped his hands in greeting, Feng Ling on the other side quickly raised her hand, and a gust of wind swept towards He Ao's face, blowing the paper bag covering his head.

The paper bag lifted slightly, then quickly settled back down. Although the wind blew the sides against He Ao's cheeks, it didn't move up even an inch.

Feng Ling's face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth, trying her best to maintain the wind.

He Ao looked at her with great interest.

Liu Nan's file contains information about Feng Ling, though it's limited, but it indicates that Feng Ling's talent is 'trickster apprentice'.