Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 190 The Mandrill Monkey King

Yang Hui and Yan Yiming had already escaped Butterfly Valley. After resting for a while, they walked on the road to Shansui Pavilion.

Yan Yiming patted his chest, still shaken, and said, "That was really thrilling! That illusion was so real, it felt like I really turned into a skeleton soldier, unable to move at all. Yang Hui, how did you manage to carry me so fast in that situation?!"

Yang Hui smiled and could only reply perfunctorily, "Maybe I have superhuman strength."

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Is he going to say that it's because "blending in with the world" gave him great resistance?

Or is it that strange Abyss entry is behind it?

No matter what, I just can't bring myself to say it.

But this seemingly joking reason really made Yan Yiming think deeply.

Throughout history, those born with superhuman strength have often become influential figures who have shaped the course of their eras!

Is Yang Hui really that kind of character? Then it makes a lot more sense that his entry would require a price hundreds or thousands of times higher to work for him!

Yang Hui didn't know what Yan Yiming was thinking. Yan Yiming trusted him and went into the game instance with him to protect his safety. Yang Hui was definitely duty-bound to do so. Moreover, Yan Yiming's skills were widely applicable and he wasn't a liability.

"Hey! Aren't those two from the Northern Storm? What's their name again?"

Yang Hui had sharp eyesight and spotted the two people at the entrance of the Mountain Demon Pavilion.

"That skinny guy is Duan Fan, the one who warned us about the trap, and that big guy is Zheng Chong. How could you forget the people you saved in the Serpent Cave?"

Yang Hui's mind is still a bit muddled, filled with images of rotting flesh and decay.

"Oh! I remember now. By the way, how are those three people behind us? We didn't have time to pay attention to them in the emergency."

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Yan Yiming said, "I saw it. The old man took out an escape tool. They must have run out of Butterfly Valley too. Let's hurry up and get the Thunder Scepter, or they might overtake us."

The Mandrill Pavilion's facade was much more imposing than Butterfly Valley's. The stone pillars were carved with ferocious mandrill totems, and the two heavy wooden doors were half-open, exuding a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

The open space in front of the museum is paved with bluestone slabs, and a few clumps of withered yellow grass sprout from the cracks, shivering in the wind.

Duan Fan was the first to notice the two people approaching.

He straightened his back almost instinctively, and a rare, almost respectful expression appeared on his face.

He nudged Zheng Chong beside him with his elbow and whispered, "They're here."

Zheng Chong was leaning against a stone pillar, turning his wrist. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and saw Yang Hui approaching. He looked away, his expression stiff, as if he had a thorn stuck in his throat that he couldn't spit out or swallow.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yan." Duan Fan took a few steps forward to greet them, his tone carrying just the right amount of warmth: "You've arrived here too? Did you run into any more trouble on the way?"

Yan Yiming laughed and said, "I won't mind if you call him 'brother,' but I'm not even older than you. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to call me 'brother'?"

"Anyone stronger than me is my brother! We don't care about rank!" Duan Fan said with a grin.

Yang Hui waved his hand: "We're fine, how about you?"

"We left early and took a longer route, but it was still relatively peaceful." Duan Fan stepped aside to let Yang Hui into the mandrill house, his gaze quickly sweeping over Yang Hui's face as if to confirm something, before quickly looking away: "This house looked strange from the outside, so we didn't dare go in. We thought we'd wait and see if anyone else was with us."

He spoke naturally, but Yan Yiming understood the underlying meaning: he wanted to wait for Yang to return and scout ahead.

Having witnessed Yang Hui's strength along the way, Duan Fan had clearly come to regard Yang Hui as the most reliable ally in this dungeon.

Yang Hui didn't care about these petty thoughts. He walked to the door and glanced inside.

The interior was dimly lit, with only a few tall windows letting in pale moonlight, illuminating a wide space.

In the middle of the hall stood a jagged artificial mountain, and at the very top was an empty throne made of animal bones.

But there wasn't a single person in sight; instead, a strong, animalistic stench wafted from within.

Duan Fan looked behind him and asked, "Where are they?"

Yan Yiming replied, "Did you hear that lion's roar just now? It unintentionally disrupted the order of Butterfly Valley, causing a butterfly riot. We got separated, and the three of them escaped using escape tools, so we came first."

"The three of them should be fine. The most important thing now is to get the Razer Scepter. It's almost dawn."

Duan Fan is right, but the intelligence provided by Unicorn Company, the Razer Scepter, is in the Mandrill Pavilion, but it can't be found right now.

"I'll go in and take a look first."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Chong spoke up, and all three of them focused their attention on him.

He strode to the door, deliberately avoiding looking at Yang Hui.

Duan Fan frowned: "Old Zheng, you..."

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"What?" Zheng Chong turned around and interrupted him gruffly, "I'm a strength-type character, thick-skinned and tough. Even if there's something inside, it can't kill me. You guys wait outside, I'll call you when I'm done scouting."

Without waiting for a response, he kicked open the half-closed iron door and walked inside.

Duan Fan sighed, turned to Yang Hui, and gave him a slightly apologetic smile: "That's just his temper. Don't take it to heart. What happened at the Ten Thousand Snake Cave last time... he actually remembers it, but he just won't say it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep roar came from inside the mandrill house, as if something had been awakened.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the pebbles on the ground tremble slightly, and even the air seemed to shake.

The three of them quickly approached the door. The throne on the top of the artificial mountain was empty, but now a fearsome figure was squatting there.

It was enormous, its blue and red paint on its face shimmering with a metallic sheen in the darkness, and its arms were extremely long, with muscles twisted together like a coiled dragon.

The most striking feature is the charred scepter it holds horizontally in its arms.

Even in its damaged state, a few faint purple arcs of light occasionally leaped from the top of the scepter, illuminating the Monkey King's eyes, which were filled with violence and cunning.

That's the mandrill monkey king.

"That thing is one of the items needed to clear the level?" Yan Yiming lowered his voice. "That monkey seems difficult to deal with; it looks like it's watching us."

Zheng Chong, who had been holding back his anger, suddenly took a step forward and leaped to the highest point.

From his initial mockery at the zoo entrance to their confrontation, and finally his rescue by Yang Hui in the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, this level 33 strongman, who specializes in strength, desperately needs a victory to regain his dignity.

"Roar!" The mandrill roared, the painted patterns on its face glowing.

Zheng Chong roared, his muscles bulging like rocks.

He charged at the Monkey King, his right fist slamming out with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

However, a strange scene happened.

A purple glint flashed in the cunning eyes of the mandrill monkey king. It tensed all its muscles in perfect sync with Zheng Chong, and even the angle of its punch and the degree of its waist twist were exactly the same!

boom! ! !

The two fists collided, and a visible shockwave exploded in the air.

The mandrill monkey king remained motionless, while Zheng Chong was struck as if by lightning. His proud power was rebounded back intact, even mixed with the weak electric current that came with the scepter.

Click!

That was the sound of bones cracking.

Zheng Chong screamed in agony as he was sent flying out of the building like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. His right arm was twisted in a bizarre way, and he was completely incapacitated.

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