Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 179 The Hunt!

Deep within the purple bamboo forest, the thick gray fog was almost liquefied, sticking viscously to everyone's skin.

Visibility was compressed to the limit; the space of less than three meters made everyone's nerves feel like a fully drawn bowstring.

Duan Fan walked at the back, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. His fingers trembled as he adjusted the monocle on his nose, which had a crack, the blue light flickering in the gray fog.

He is pushing the entry "Air Exploration" to try to capture the flow path of air within 5,000 meters.

However, the bamboo shadows here are so dense that the turbulent friction of the air becomes the best cover.

"Damn it, there's something wrong with the air here—" Duan Fan cursed under his breath.

He didn't know when the attack would occur; this was the first time he had ever felt this way, and it was very unsettling.

Just then, Yang Hui, who had been whistling in front, suddenly sharpened his eyes.

"Five meters to the left rear!" Yang Hui's voice was calm yet extremely penetrating, instantly tearing apart the deathly silence of the bamboo forest.

Almost the instant Yang Hui shouted, a dark shadow swooped down from the dense bamboo canopy.

That was no ordinary leopard; its fur was a deep purplish-black, and its movements were as light as metal gliding over silk, drawing a cold arc in the air.

"Grass!"

Duan Fan truly lives up to his reputation as a pathfinder known for his agility in the Northern Storms; his ability to stay for half a year shows he's got some skills.

The moment he heard Yang Hui's reminder, he didn't even turn around. Instead, he mustered all his strength; he had never risked his life like this before.

His body lurched to the right in an extremely contorted position, kicking up the dirt beneath his feet.

"Rip—!"

The sharp claws grazed Duan Fan's back, leaving three deep bloody gashes that instantly tore through his clothes!

If it weren't for Yang Hui's half-second warning, this claw would have locked onto Duan Fan's cervical spine.

"This speed—it's even faster than the previous Golden-striped Tiger!" Duan Fan cried out, rolling on the ground in shock.

Yang Hui took a step forward, about to make a move, but unexpectedly, Song Lin, who was closest to him, made her move!

Song Lin let out a scream, her originally rosy face turning deathly pale with fright.

Without any hesitation, she pulled her fingers directly from her sleeve, revealing a beautifully crafted red scroll with gold trim.

Her fingertips trembled slightly with fear, but her movements were extremely fast.

Just as the shadowy figure was about to launch a second attack, Song Lin suddenly tore open the explosive scroll in her hand and flung it fiercely in the direction the shadowy figure had disappeared.

"Back off!" Yang Hui grabbed Yan Yiming by the back of his neck and jumped back several meters.

boom!!!!

The flames erupted instantly in the oppressive bamboo forest, a deafening roar accompanied by a blinding white light, blasting several thick, dark purple bamboo stalks into dust.

The shockwave swept through, forcefully clearing away a section of the thick fog.

"Did you win?" Yan Yiming covered his face and asked loudly.

"Didn't get it." Yang Hui frowned.

In the instant the flames exploded, the Shadow Leopard displayed a speed even more terrifying than that of the Golden-striped Tiger.

It wasn't hit head-on by the reel, but instead used the springiness of the bamboo pole to make a swift turn in mid-air.

Its scarlet pupils swept coldly over the still-shaken Song Lin, and a gurgling sound, like a miniature engine, came from deep within its throat.

Before the dust had settled, the dark figure once again nimbly leaped into the high forest.

"The smoke has cleared!" Yan Yiming shouted, and the smoke and dust were instantly sucked in like a vacuum cleaner, completely cleared away. He pointed to the edge of the flames and said, "It's over there!"

However, before Song Lin could observe the results of the battle, the dark figure seemed to blend into the shadows and disappeared again into the dense purple bamboo forest the moment the fire went out.

As the aftershocks of the explosion dissipated, the area that had been cleared was once again filled with swirling ash and mist.

"Cough cough! Oh my god... it was too fast." Song Lin gasped for breath, coughed twice, and looked at the burnt-out reel fragments in her hand with heartache.

The disposable prop, worth 800,000, didn't even scratch a hair on the opponent's head.

These kinds of one-time-use props that cause large-scale destruction are very hard to find in the North City!

She was trembling with anger. This kind of product was very hard to obtain; it was a means of survival.

Yang Hui looked at the traces of the explosion on the ground.

Duan Fan wiped the cold sweat from his face and glanced at Yang Hui with lingering fear: "Dude... thanks... if it weren't for your voice just now, I might be dead on the ground right now."

"It was just a small thing." Yang turned around, not seeing Duan Fan's hesitant expression.

Yang Hui looked at Song Lin's face, contorted with anger and fear, then glanced at the unfathomable depths of the bamboo forest, and said calmly, "This is just the beginning. It didn't drive the Golden-Striped Tiger away by luck."

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The Shadow Leopard was able to drive away the Golden-striped Tiger thanks to its advantageous terrain.

It would bother you every now and then, and the Golden-striped Tiger couldn't fight back or sleep well, so it had no choice but to run away to hunt.

The aftershocks of the explosion lingered in the bamboo forest, and the broken bamboo emitted a pungent smell of wood ash.

Duan Fan calmed himself down. His monocle was broken in two, but he still carefully kept it in his inner pocket. He could still spend some money to repair it after leaving the game instance, but it wouldn't work as well as before.

That's not the point. Just now, if Yang Hui hadn't spoken up to warn him, the shadow leopard's claws would have already slashed his carotid artery.

He looked at Yang Hui, the contempt in his eyes completely gone, replaced by a sense of shock and confusion from surviving a disaster.

In his area of ​​expertise—agility and perception—this person, who was only in his twenties, actually detected the enemy attack faster than him.

Could it be that Yang Hui's attribute combination is particularly ingenious? Is he incredibly powerful? But I haven't heard of any particularly formidable figures in the Management Bureau lately.

Just a few weeks ago, a candidate for Level 10 beat up a teacher from Changyi Academy during a practical assessment.

Could it be him? But the level doesn't match, so it probably isn't.

Duan Fan opened his mouth, his gaze subconsciously sweeping over Song Lin, who was beside him feeling sorry for the exploding scroll. After hesitating for a moment, he leaned closer to Yang Hui and whispered, "Something's not right here. The Shadow Leopard's speed can even interfere with my entries and disrupt the air, so I can't detect it."

He actually wanted to tell Yang Hui about Luo Che's conspiracy. Song Lin had just told him about it on the way, and he was to prepare to make a move in Butterfly Valley and Thousand-Eyed Peacock Forest, which were the only places on the way to the Lion King. These were illusion traps specifically designed for players with low intelligence.

But Song Lin was walking over with a cold face, so Duan Fan could only swallow his words and nervously rubbed his fingers in his pocket.

Yan Yiming asked curiously, "How much did you spend on this disposable prop with such a large destructive range, and where did you buy it? No, that's not right! Even if an ordinary person has money, they can't buy it."

Song Lin instinctively wanted to get angry, but she stopped herself after only uttering half a word, forcing a smile and saying, "The scroll I just saw was worth around 800,000, and I only have one left. I know the Administration Bureau is quite strict about this, but my father has also donated a lot of money to the Administration Bureau..."

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Her unspoken meaning couldn't be clearer: I know the Administration doesn't allow these dangerous props to circulate on the market, but I have connections, and I'm giving you face and a way out. I said there's only one of these props, so don't be ungrateful.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense, and Yang Hui remained silent, wanting to know how Yan Yiming would respond.

If not handled properly, the four of them going their separate ways would be the least of their worries; the most serious consequence would be to resort to violence again, which would be time-consuming and exhausting.

But Yang Hui was already prepared to clean up Yan Yiming's mess. If things went wrong, he had to take down Song Lin immediately!

She definitely has more disposable props in her possession!

Yang Hui's intuition told him that Song Lin was definitely in danger!

Yan Yiming smiled, his eyes narrowing, and said with a smile, "You're quite rich, aren't you? Eight hundred thousand for just a sound."

puff!

Song Lin felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

She almost choked on her breath. She was already upset about missing and wasting the explosive reel, and this comment made her so angry that she clenched her teeth.

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