Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

The square was deathly silent.

Su Ye stared at the illusory image on the dome, his gaze icy.

Chen Shou's face turned pale, Old Zhao swallowed hard, and Wu Feng clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

Lin Wei covered her mouth, and Li Xiaowei immediately closed her eyes, unable to look any longer.

Just then, the middle-aged man in the dark red suit reappeared on the stage.

He raised his hand and clapped gently.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

His voice remained steady, tinged with amusement, as if what had just happened was merely a routine performance.

"Performers, I believe you have already seen these rules."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Yes, it's very simple."

Every ten minutes, the two arenas will merge.

Each time a fusion occurs, if there are more than two people on the field, the diameter will shrink by half.

He held up one finger.

"When there are more than five people, everyone will be crushed into a pulp."

He laughed, a very happy laugh.

"Of course, some might ask: What if I encounter teammates who don't want to fight?"

He spread his hands out as if showing off some precious gift.

"It's simple. Before the next arena fusion, spend one star to become immune to this fusion."

His smile deepened.

"First immunity, one star."

Second immunization, two stars.

Third immunization, four stars.

The fourth time, eight pills.

The fifth time, sixteen...

And so on.

He paused, his tone light:

"The game ends when the number of players remaining in the entire arena drops to forty."

He tilted his head and looked at everyone.

"Isn't it simple?"

No one answered.

The middle-aged man seemed quite pleased with the silence, and he continued:

"At the same time, I have some good news to share with you all—"

He raised his second finger.

"When the arenas are merged, you can spend ten stars to designate your opponent."

His gaze swept across the entire room, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"I can kill whoever I want. As long as I can afford to leave the stars."

After speaking, he bowed slightly, giving an elegant farewell.

"So, performers—"

He straightened up, a bright smile on his face.

Have a great time!

He turned around, stepped down from the podium, and disappeared into the crowd once again.

All that remained were the illusory images of a few squares on the dome and the more than three hundred survivors with varying expressions on their faces in the square.

The real game has only just begun.

After a long while, Chen Shou took a deep breath and looked at Su Ye:

"What should we do?"

Wu Feng, Wang Kui, Lao Zhao Tou, Lin Wei, and Li Xiaowei were all looking at him.

Su Ye did not answer immediately.

He stared at the illusory image on the dome, his gaze icy. In those cubicles, the living people were covered in blood, panting heavily.

The dead lay scattered about, and no one bothered to collect their bodies.

Among the people around him, Chen Shou had a shoulder injury, Wu Feng's dislocated left arm had just been reset, Wang Kui was covered in injuries, Old Zhao was over 70 years old, Lin Wei had a wound on her abdomen that had reopened, and Li Xiaowei was just an ordinary girl.

In this state, you think you can even get into the Colosseum?

Su Ye took a deep breath and turned to look at the group.

"There's no other way. We have to fight it out."

Chen Shou frowned: "A direct confrontation? In our current state..."

"I know."

Su Ye interrupted him.

"But now is not the time to complain."

The rules are set: everyone must enter the arena in ten minutes.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group.

"Remember this: once inside, only two people can meet at a time."

There absolutely cannot be more than two people.

Wu Feng looked up: "Why?"

"Because of the rules of fusion."

Su Ye pointed to the dome.

"The fusion happens every ten minutes; the more people there are, the smaller the space becomes."

Two people are safe; when there are three, the circle begins to shrink.

If our combined number exceeds two, and the arena reunites with five players,

We won't even have a chance to salvage the situation; we'll be crushed into a bloody mass by the shrinking arena.

Old Zhao swallowed hard.

"Shall we break up?"

Su Ye nodded:

"right.

Two people per group, spread out.

This ensures at least two people per group, even if the opposing group also has two people.

The space won't compress that quickly; there's still a chance for a counterattack.

He looked at Chen Shouhe and Wu Feng:

"You two will lead the groups into teams."

I'm in a group with Li Xiaowei.

Chen Shou was stunned for a moment:

"Are you bringing Xiaowei?"

"She's no match for me; she'll be safer with me."

Su Ye's tone was indifferent.

"You and Wu Feng each take one, and the rest can be paired up."

Chen Shou quickly assigned tasks:

"Then I'll take Lin Wei."

Wu Feng, you take Old Zhao with you.

Wang Kui, can you do it yourself?

Wang Kui said in a deep voice:

"I'm fine."

Wu Feng frowned:

"Wang Kui alone?"

Su Ye interjected:

"Wang Kui is a good fighter; he's actually quite agile when he's alone."

Moreover, he can use stars to become immune to danger.

Remember, this is our biggest trump card.

He raised his wrist, revealing the number of over a hundred stars on it.

"I have over a hundred. Each of you has about twenty."

His gaze swept over the crowd gathered in the distance, including the initiators, those invaded by the strange entity, and ordinary survivors, each with their own thoughts scattered throughout the square.

"Did you see those people?"

Those who initiate the game are the most difficult to deal with in this game.

Those who started the game received a lot of stars through revenue sharing, and they were in better shape than us.

Even those who have been invaded by the strange entity can now use the power of the sequence, making them even more dangerous.

Chen Shou's face turned pale:

"What should we do then?"

Su Ye withdrew his gaze, his voice low:

"drag."

"drag?"

"right."

Su Ye nodded.

"Before fusing in the arena, if you find that the opponent is in good condition, use Star Immune to avoid fusion and avoid battle."

If the opponent is in poor form, give it a shot.

Whoever has the most stars will be able to persevere to the end.

He paused, then continued his analysis:

"In this game, those who initiate it will most likely be the ones who survive in the end."

They received a large number of stars through the division, and they were in good condition to begin with.

Of all of us, except for me, it's a miracle the rest of us even made it to the second floor alive.

Old Zhao was unwilling to accept this:

"So we're just going to wait to die?"

Su Ye shook his head:

No. We have stars.

Although it's not much, if we use it sparingly and save it for later, waiting for the other unlockers to deplete it among themselves, we'll have a chance.

He looked up at the phantom image on the dome.

"Of those fifty people, how many survived?"

Less than twenty, I suppose.

this is the truth.

Next, it's our turn.

Everyone fell silent.

After a few seconds, Su Ye suddenly said:

Do you know approximately how many stars are in the entire stadium right now?

Chen Shouyi was taken aback:

"How many?"

"Based on the estimated 4000 on the field, the 30 to 40 people who came up used up 400, leaving 3600."

Su Ye said,

"The thirty or forty people who went upstairs, plus the 150 people who came up from the first floor."

Those 150 people definitely have fewer than 15 stars, since they didn't take any stars upstairs, so let's say they have 2000 stars.

Those of us who bought tickets and went upstairs, numbering around 30 or 40, were divided into approximately 1500 pieces, with each person receiving about 30 or 40 pieces.

But not counting the ones you gave to Zhou Lie, Zhou Lie and I alone have more than 500.

So on average, each person gets about twenty or thirty.

After sharing with their creators, there were only about ten left.

Aside from the majority of the Openers who received stars, those of us with over twenty stars are considered above average.