Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Yang Hui asked curiously, "Then why doesn't the Management Bureau use it to add attribute points to you?"

"Because medicinal herbs are scarce and expensive, they are not enough to generally support the increase of the attribute values ​​of the Bureau personnel, so it is set up as an internal resource exchange, costing 60 per time. Moreover, it is useless for people with high attribute values, and it is most effective for those with attribute values ​​below ten."

After Yan Yiming finished reading the news about Songfeng Martial Arts Club, the two of them walked to the innermost part.

At the end, a black lacquered wooden door was half-open, with a faded plaque hanging above it—"Songfeng Martial Arts Club".

Yang Hui stepped forward and knocked on the door.

On the fourth knock, the door opened from the inside.

The person who opened the door was a young man in his twenties, wearing a gray training uniform, with sweat on his forehead.

He sized up the two men and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Master Chen," Yang Hui said. "I've come to pay a visit on someone's behalf."

He frowned, about to close the door, saying, "Master doesn't receive guests, please leave..."

Yang Hui calmly said, "It was Aleto who came."

Upon hearing Alai's name, his expression visibly changed. He stared at Yang Hui for a few seconds, then turned and shouted into the courtyard, "Senior Brother Zhao! Someone is looking for Master, saying Alai sent them!"

Footsteps echoed in the courtyard, and soon three or four young people gathered at the door.

The leader was a young man with a crew cut, a scar on his left cheek, and sharp eyes.

"Alai?"

The crew-cut youth is none other than Senior Brother Zhao, Zhao Feng, whom we just mentioned.

In recent years, Master Chen has not taken on any apprentices; instead, Zhao Feng has been the senior disciple, teaching on his behalf.

He walked to the door, looked Yang up and down, and asked, "Who are you? Arleto, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Feng frowned, his eyes fierce, clearly suppressing his anger.

Yang Hui chose to tell the truth: "Before Alai passed away, he asked me to visit Master Chen."

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly froze.

"On his deathbed?" A tall, thin disciple's voice trembled. "Senior Brother Alai... he..."

"They're dead," Yang Hui said. "They gathered in the wilderness and fought to the death in the octagon."

After a few seconds of silence, it exploded.

"Impossible! Senior Brother Alai is that good at fighting!"

"An octagonal cage? Why would he go to a place like that?"

"You..." A young disciple was about to rush forward when Zhao Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"You killed him?" Zhao Feng stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and his voice turned cold.

Yan Yiming took two steps back and said, "Let him go."

Zhao Feng's face contorted in pain as he stared at his fingers, which were slowly loosening against his will, as if driven by an invisible force.

This is Yan Yiming using his ability to access his vocabulary; he can deal with this kind of person without incurring any consequences.

Yang Hui did not deny it: "The rules of the deathmatch state that only one can survive."

Looking at his calm face, Zhao Feng felt a surge of anger for no reason.

Instantly, several young disciples surrounded them, their eyes filled with hostility.

Zhao Feng's fingers were forcibly released, and he clenched his fists, veins bulging: "Alai is our senior brother! Even if he left the martial arts club, it's not up to outsiders to kill him!"

Yan Yiming, however, seemed quite experienced at this moment.

"We're all from the Bureau, what are you trying to do! Octagonal deathmatch is the rule of the Wilderness Gathering; once you step into the ring, you're responsible for your own life..."

"So what if it's the Administration Bureau! I've disliked you for a long time!"

"I don't know any rules about the Wilderness Gathering, all I know is that Senior Brother Alai is dead!"

The words were sharp and confrontational, and the subtle threats were utterly useless, even when the name of the Administration Bureau was invoked.

Those who practice martial arts are all young people full of energy and vitality. They are furious and the Administration Bureau is not afraid of them. They think that at worst, they can just die!

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Yan Yiming was also a bit at a loss, so he quietly tugged at Yang Hui's clothes from behind.

He is still young and clearly lacks control over others and situations; he is inexperienced.

Most of the members of the Songfeng Martial Arts Society are ordinary people, and they are the objects that the Administration Bureau needs to protect. What should be done in this situation?

Oppression by power? Or simply walk away?

Yang Hui stood there, about to speak, when he saw the innermost crowd gradually part.

Steady footsteps echoed in the courtyard, revealing an old man with white hair and beard.

This must be Chen Jingfeng, Master Chen.

Although Chen Jingfeng was thin, he stood up straight. His gaze swept over the crowd, and the anger of the young people in training clothes subsided a little.

Finally, it stopped on Yang Hui.

"Everyone step back and go practice your skills!" Chen Jingfeng said.

Zhao Feng, somewhat unwilling, said, "Master! Alai, he..."

"I heard you." Chen Jingfeng stretched out his hand, turned slightly to the side, and said, "Come in and talk."

Yang Hui looked ahead, passing through the crowd in the middle. The martial arts disciples on both sides did not have very friendly eyes.

Yan Yiming followed behind Yang Hui, and he could feel the icy, piercing gazes from both sides.

He swallowed hard and followed closely behind Yang Hui.

The originally bright weather gradually turned into gray clouds, blocking out the sunlight.

Thunder rumbled and rolled deep within the clouds.

Upon entering, there is a spacious courtyard surrounded by dark wood houses with bluish-gray roof tiles.

They practice martial arts here on weekdays.

After passing through an alley and a small courtyard, we found that both sides were filled with various cold weapons, such as whistles.

In the middle, there was a square platform more than a meter high, which was probably where the martial arts school held competitions.

Yang Hui followed Chen Jingfeng to the innermost main room.

The main room was simply furnished, with a few sandalwood and pine chairs, and a powerful and vigorous character "武" (martial arts) hanging in the center.

Chen Jingfeng asked Yang Hui and Yan Yiming to sit down, then walked to the window with his back to them.

A moment later, he asked, "How did Alai die?"

Yang Hui recounted the battle in the octagon, omitting details of the wilderness. When he got to Alai's last words, Chen Jingfeng's back paused slightly.

"What did he say at the end?" Chen Jingfeng asked.

He said, "I'm going to Songfeng Martial Arts Club to see my master."

When Chen Jingfeng turned around, there was a hint of pain in his eyes: "That child... is gone after all."

Yang asked, "Why did Alai leave Songfeng Martial Arts Club?"

"I was the one who drove him away."

Chen Jingfeng was lost in memories: "The Songfeng Martial Arts Society has been passed down for three generations to me, emphasizing 'cultivating the mind through martial arts.' But after the game invaded, everything changed. Traditional martial arts declined. Attributes, experience points... young people no longer believe in spending ten years honing a skill; they only want to achieve instant success."

"Alai is someone I picked up. He is very hardworking and has a naturally strong physique. He quickly became the strongest in the martial arts club, and everyone admired him. However, he was too ambitious and wanted to go even further."

So he tried to create a breakthrough by pairing terms with traditional martial arts, but I disagreed and kicked him out.

"With his skills, he could have easily made a living anywhere. I never expected him to die like this..."

"Master!" Zhao Feng stood at the door, gritting his teeth, "Alai can't have died in vain! Even if there are rules to a deathmatch, this person still deserves an explanation!"

"Explain?" Chen Jingfeng said, "Alai chose his own path and is reaping the consequences. He came here at Alai's request, so he's a guest!"

"A guest?" Zhao Feng stepped forward and said, "Then I'd like to test this guest's abilities!"

He assumed a fighting stance, his eyes blazing, adopting the posture of a challenger.

Chen Jingfeng didn't stop him, but looked at Yang Hui and said, "According to the rules of the martial arts club, if a guest comes to the door and someone challenges you, you can accept or not. But if you accept, you have to fight according to the rules of the martial arts club, without using any rules, just fists and feet."

Yang Hui understood.

This is a test, and also a trial.

He also wanted to consult the martial arts club.

But first, he had to gain a foothold in the crowd.

If you want to earn someone's respect, beat them into submission! That's the fastest way.

"I'll take it."

Yang Hui's voice was firm and resolute.