Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

Wu Feng was still unconscious, breathing heavily, with his brows furrowed.

Su Ye reached out, pinched his philtrum, and pressed down hard.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

A dozen seconds later, Wu Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

In that instant, his body tensed instinctively, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his eyes scanned his surroundings warily.

He saw Su Ye squatting beside him, paused for a moment, and then took in his surroundings.

The arena, ten meters in diameter, has two corpses lying on the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lay back down, took a few breaths, and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"What's going on?"

Su Ye released his grip and took half a step back.

You've been set up.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly:

"I know... the one who was faking his death."

He struggled to sit up, touched the wound on his head, which was swollen and painful to the touch.

"During the last fusion, I saw someone lying in the arena across from me. I thought I could get something for nothing, so I didn't use Star Immunity."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"After I merged with him, that person jumped up and punched me on the head, and I immediately passed out."

I don't know what happened after that.

Su Ye nodded without saying anything.

Wu Feng looked at Su Ye, then at the two corpses on the ground, and asked:

"Who are those two?"

Su Ye glanced at it and said calmly:

"Just like you, I was tricked into coming here by that guy who was pretending to be dead."

Wu Feng remained silent for a few seconds and did not ask any more questions.

Su Ye raised her wristband and gave him 200 stars.

Wu Feng looked down and saw the numbers flashing on his wristband; his pupils contracted slightly.

"you……"

"Take it."

Su Ye interrupted him.

"Now, go find Wang Kui."

Wu Feng was stunned:

"Wang Kui?"

Su Ye nodded:

"He's all alone, so there probably aren't any stars left for him."

He wouldn't be able to withstand the attack if he encountered a corrupted Awakener.

Wu Feng's expression changed, and he instantly came to his senses.

He struggled to his feet, his whole body aching and his eyes sharpening.

"You're right, Wang Kui is straightforward and easily fooled."

He took a deep breath, walked to the light screen, and started operating the interface with his fingers.

[Spend 10 stars to designate Wang Kui as the next fusion opponent]

confirm.

After he finished, he turned to look at Su Ye.

What about you? Aren't you coming along?

Su Ye shook her head: "I'll stay."

Wu Feng frowned: "What are you staying for?"

Su Ye raised his head and looked at the illusory image on the dome.

In those cubicles, some were screaming, some were frantically fleeing, and some were letting out their final roars before dying.

"Many of those corrupted Awakeners are still alive."

He says,

"The more I kill, the less danger you will be in."

Wu Feng remained silent for a few seconds before finally nodding.

"Come back alive."

Su Ye didn't speak.

Time passed second by second.

The ten-minute interval passed quickly.

The surrounding air began to feel uneasy, a sign that the fusion was about to begin.

Su Ye stood up, and Wu Feng also stood up. The two looked at each other but did not speak.

The integration has begun.

The surrounding space began to distort, and the two arenas seemed to overlap, allowing both sides to clearly see each other's situation.

Su Ye looked across at the other side.

He was a middle-aged man, in his early forties, with a burly build. A black centipede was tattooed on his bald head, crawling from his forehead to the back of his neck, the ferocious totem undulating slightly with the contours of his muscles.

He sat in the corner of his arena, leaning against the wall, one leg stretched out and the other bent, his posture weary and casual.

He looked very bad.

Large patches of blood were on his clothes, some of which had dried and turned black, becoming dark brown lumps, while others were still fresh red, clinging wetly to his body.

Several dirty strips of cloth were wrapped around his left arm, soaked in blood and tightly digging into his flesh.

His face was covered in blood, mixed with sweat and dust, and he looked disheveled, as if he had just crawled out of a battle.

He had his head down, and his shoulders were rising and falling slightly, as if he were breathing.

He coughs occasionally, his voice hoarse and phlegmy.

Hearing the sounds of the fusion beginning, he slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the gradually transparent wall and looking towards Su Ye.

Those were tired eyes.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his eye bags were bluish.

His gaze swept over Su Ye, carrying a sense of vigilance, exhaustion, and a well-hidden tension.

He glanced at Su Ye, then at the two corpses behind Su Ye, his pupils contracting slightly.

Two corpses.

This kid just killed two people.

The middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he had swallowed.

His gaze lingered on Su Ye for a few seconds, then swept over the two corpses, before he lowered his eyes, as if deep in thought.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the light screen on the bracelet.

The movements were slow, as if each movement was consuming his remaining strength.

He stared at the screen for two seconds, then put his hand down without doing anything.

He didn't get immune to the stars.

Su Ye didn't have any either.

The ten-second fusion period passed quickly. Space twisted violently, the ground beneath our feet trembled slightly, and then everything returned to calm.

A new arena was born.

Ten meters in diameter, gray walls, and a smooth ground.

The two original corpses had disappeared during the fusion process, as if they had never existed.

There are only two people standing here.

Su Ye, and that middle-aged man.

A middle-aged man stood three meters away.

That tired and weak look disappeared.

It has completely disappeared.

He straightened his body, his originally slightly hunched back now as straight as a javelin.

He stretched his neck, and his cervical spine cracked, the sound particularly clear in the quiet arena.

He twisted his shoulders and rotated his wrists, as if he were warming up.

Those eyes, which had been exhausted just moments before, now gleamed with a ghostly green light, like two will-o'-the-wisps dancing in their sockets.

The light was cold and cruel, carrying a morbid excitement.

"It was quite tiring acting."

He raised his hand and slowly tore off the blood-soaked strip of cloth wrapped around his left arm. The cloth was stuck to his skin and made a sizzling sound as he pulled it off.

He threw the strip of cloth on the ground, glanced down at it, and grinned.

"This thing,"

He pointed to the blood-stained strip of cloth, his voice rough and hoarse, with a lazy tone.

"I took it from the last person I killed."

Before that kid died, he tried to crawl, but I stomped on his leg and broke it. He writhed on the ground like a maggot.

He looked up at Su Ye, his smile full of mockery.

Are you any better than him?

Su Ye didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to mind. He stretched out his hands and slowly moved his ten fingers.

Those hands were large and rough, with thick knuckles and bulging veins on the back of the hands.

But upon closer inspection, one can see faint black things moving under the skin, like small snakes swimming in the blood vessels.

"Do you know?"

He continued talking to himself, his tone casual, as if he were chatting.

"This place lacks everything except people."

Every ten minutes, a new idiot is delivered to the door.

Some people, like you, think they're tough because they've killed one or two people.

He paused, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"And then they died."

He took a step forward and slowly approached Su Ye.

His steps were slow, with a leisurely, cat-and-mouse-like pace, his eyes fixed on Su Ye, as if admiring a toy he was about to acquire.