Game Invasion: A new term for each level

The mold was clinging to the skin, right where Alai had just kicked it.

This is his biography!

Does an attack cause mold to grow rapidly on a person's skin?

Since only those below level 10 can enter the [Deathmatch Octagon], and items are prohibited, this is his only entry.

Yang Hui touched the moldy area, and it stung painfully.

The area quickly festered, but fortunately there were no signs of it spreading.

Alai smiled, seemingly quite pleased with his masterpiece: "What I hate most are people like you who can reap without sowing, just by using entries."

"Although I don't know martial arts, your skills are something that ordinary people can't teach. I remember the most famous martial arts school in the north of the city is called 'Songfeng Martial Arts Club,' right?"

Alai's small eyes opened slightly, shooting out a sharp glint.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Yang Hui didn't care; he wasn't there for the census.

With a ripping sound.

He tore off a piece of his own clothing and wrapped it around his fist.

This will reduce your attack power, but it's enough to prevent the opponent from making direct contact with your skin.

Yang Hui assumed a fighting stance, using his footwork to control the distance: "I heard you're the 'Hundred-Man Slayer' of the Octagon? You didn't win all your victories by using your skills, did you?"

"Why can't I use my own entry?"

Alai lunged forward, his imposing presence like a tiger descending a mountain.

Yang Hui dodged repeatedly, shaking his head, sidestepping, and pressing down.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, but Alai clearly had the upper hand in terms of attributes.

Alai is faster, his punches are heavier, his moves are logically linked, and he's accompanied by some really annoying terms.

boom!

Yang Hui instinctively bent his arm to block, leaving a bluish-white mark running through his shoulder, upper arm, and forearm.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a heavy punch coming from another direction.

Sudden.

Yang Hui forced a smile, but the injury to his arm prevented him from turning his body.

Even though my mind could process it, my physical attributes couldn't keep up.

With a rapid blink, Alai's arm bent at the joint and suddenly stopped.

But the next moment, his hand clenched again and slammed down with even greater speed.

Yang Hui barely managed to duck and dodge, thankfully gaining a moment. He bent down in the direction of his head, and his hand, hidden behind his back, suddenly shot out and struck Alai hard in the side.

The powerful punch landed on him, creating ripples like waves on water.

This punch was enough to make a strong man clutch his stomach and kneel down.

But Alai punched him in the left cheek with his backhand, and mold spots quickly appeared.

Before Yang Hui could react, the other person's foot scooped up from above like a knife.

In an instant, he stumbled, tilted his head back, and barely grazed Yang Hui's chin.

Alai stood with one foot pointing upwards, forming a perfect split.

Yang Hui slumped his shoulders and exerted force, enduring the pain to forcefully push his opponent over, thus creating distance once again.

"Something's not right with you."

Alai regained his balance, shook his head, and lifted his training clothes, revealing a fist-sized purplish-black bruise on his abdomen.

He examined Yang Hui again and said, "You lied to me just now. Your entry should be an invisible attack, but the force was very weak, like being punched by a college student."

That's for sure; the attack power of [Seductive Eyes] only takes half of the strength attribute.

Yang Hui was panting, and some parts of his body were gradually festering and getting moldy. Fortunately, he hadn't been hit in any fatal spots. The most severely moldy areas were his arms, which he used to block. This pain affected his entire body and significantly slowed down his attacks.

The greater the force applied to the attacked area, the deeper the erosion caused by the fungus. This pain is like scraping bone with a knife, a pain that goes deep into the marrow.

He then asked, "How did you do that? What were the triggering conditions?"

"Didn't you say you hated people who get something for nothing by creating keywords?"

"Hey~" Alai waved his hand with a smile: "I'm talking about those people who don't work hard themselves and always think they can get ahead by using entries."

Alai suddenly changed his previous fierce demeanor, seemingly convinced that Yang Hui's skills were learned by him, because he believed that Yang Hui's only attribute was that kind of invisible attack.

"Look at me, so what if I don't let you get moldy? Very few people can beat me."

Yang Hui felt that what he said was true. With his skills, few people could fight him before level ten.

"Then why did you come here? Aren't you used to being with these people in the Matsukaze Martial Arts Society?"

"It's a long story. If you can kill me, go and visit my master at Songfeng Martial Arts Club. It's been several years, and I don't even know if he's still alive."

Alai did not refute this; he admitted that he came from the Songfeng Martial Arts Society in the North City.

Yang Hui caught his breath and said earnestly, "I will."

"Let's talk about you instead." Alai walked back and forth a few steps with his hands behind his back, slightly bent over, and commented like an old master: "Our physical attributes are about the same. In terms of reaction, I am not as good as you, and your punching and kicking skills are not as good as mine, especially your lower body. Although your coordination is okay, you lack offensive power."

"You're unlucky. If I kill you, I'll be over level 10 and won't be able to get into this octagon anymore. If I hadn't come, no one in the entire Wilderness Gathering would be your match."

"You're still so badly damaged by my mold; your chances of winning are less than 30%."

Yang Hui knew in his heart that what he said was right. Footwork was his weakness, but he believed that the longer the strength, the better, so he only did the most basic dodging exercises.

A person's energy is limited; Yang Hui cannot compare to those geniuses.

Alai continued, "But I also admire you. Your current achievements are inseparable from your day and night practice. In that sense, we are the same kind of people."

Yang Hui retorted, "I'm not the same kind of person as you."

"Yes, yes, yes! You are kind and aloof. If it weren't for this life-or-death struggle, I would really like to get to know you."

"Hey! By the way, what's your name?"

A deep, hoarse voice rang out from outside the arena:

"Ah Lai, stop chatting and just kill him."

Yang Hui looked up and saw through the gaps in the iron cage that the man in the black mask sat steadily on the high platform.

Pei Feng sat to one side, his body tightly bound, his eyes revealing a resolute gaze.

The people below the stage chanted Alai's name, their expressions filled with fanatical worship.

Alai shrugged: "People give me food, so I have to help them kill. That's fair."

The next moment, Alai stomped his foot on the ground with a loud bang and flew over like a cannonball.

So fast!

Yang Hui retreated rapidly, his back pressed against the cage, with nowhere left to go.

Alai spun around and delivered a downward slash that struck him squarely on the shoulder.

Yang Hui gritted his teeth and endured it, his heart hardening. "Trade injury for injury, is that it?" So he raised his elbow to smash it down on Alai's knee.

With double the power, breaking his bones would be a piece of cake.

But in an instant, Alai hooked his leg and supported the back of his head with the ball of his foot, and suddenly pulled him off balance. The elbow did not use force, but it still hit his shin and made a slight cracking sound.

"That was a vicious elbow strike!"

Alai secretly admired Yang Hui, keeping a close eye on everything around him, but his hands moved quickly. He spread his fingers and pressed them against Yang Hui's forehead, about to smash it against the iron cage.

Yang Hui forced a blink, and the other person's head snapped back, and their grip loosened.

"Oh, it's blinking!"

Alai's mouth was practically stretched to his ears; he had already seen through Yang Hui.

boom!

Yang Hui's left fist was already in the air, but it was easily caught by Alai, who twisted it with his backhand. The excruciating pain made his face turn pale.

Alai brought his fingers together and poked his eyeball.

"I'll ruin your eyes! Let's see what you do then!"

Finished!

The fingertips magnified in Yang Hui's eyes, and his heart pounded wildly.

What to do!

At that moment, the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor suddenly shattered.

A burst of high-energy DJ music filled the entire venue.

"Special love for someone special like you—my loneliness can't escape your eyes!"