Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

"The one from the last round,"

The burly man continued speaking.

"He's pretty good at fighting."

He killed one person, then fought another for a long time, and finally smashed the other person's head.

I could see him even through the fused space, watching him pant like a dog, watching him squat on the ground wiping the blood from his hands.

He took another step closer.

"Guess how he died?"

His smile deepened, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, some of which were already black.

"He thought I was injured. He thought he could get away with it."

He stopped and opened his arms, as if to show himself off.

"And the result?"

I peeled his skin off bit by bit right in front of him.

He screamed so horribly that his voice echoed throughout the entire arena.

Then I tore his flesh apart piece by piece, eating as I went.

Those horrific screams, those desperate cries!!!

Do you know how great it feels to eat in that kind of environment?

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, as if sharing some secret.

"His heart, his liver, his eyeballs, those are all good things."

When you swallow it, you can feel his power flowing into your body.

And then, accompanied by that poignant, despairing music, it was truly an unparalleled enjoyment!!!

He straightened up, opened his arms, as if to show off some great achievement.

"That's the difference between us and you ordinary people."

You are the sheep, we are the wolves.

It's only natural for wolves to eat sheep.

When a sheep encounters a wolf, it has no choice but to accept its fate.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to change.

His back was arched, his clothes were torn, and two large bulges appeared on his shoulder blades.

Something was surging wildly beneath the skin, like countless venomous snakes slithering under the skin, searching for a way out.

Immediately afterwards, two black limbs pierced through the skin from behind, each as thick as an adult's arm, covered with hard carapaces, gleaming with a dark luster, and with sharp tips like spears. They made a whooshing sound as they lightly sliced ​​through the air.

He looked down at Su Ye, his smile full of anticipation.

"So, are you ready to accept your fate?"

Su Ye remained silent.

The centipede-man frowned, looking somewhat impatient.

"Damn it, are you mute or scared out of your wits?"

Say something!

Begging for mercy is fine, cursing is fine, but can't you at least give me some kind of response?

Lao Tzu hates these taciturn types the most; they're utterly boring.

He raised a segmented limb, its tip aimed at Su Ye's face, and slowly approached.

The sharp tip darted in front of Su Ye's eyes, less than ten centimeters away from his eyeballs.

"I'll give you one more chance, beg for mercy."

"Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you die a quick death."

Su Ye remained silent.

The middle-aged man frowned.

He had seen how many people reacted to him.

Some were so frightened that their legs went weak and they immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Some turned and ran, circling around the ten-meter arena like headless flies;

Some roared and charged forward, ready to fight to the death;

Some cried their eyes out, pleading, "Please, please let me go."

But no one is like this young man in front of me.

Not moving at all.

Expressionless.

It looks like a stone statue.

A strange feeling welled up in the middle-aged man's heart.

This feeling made him a little uncomfortable.

He was used to the fear of his prey, used to seeing their panicked expressions, which excited and pleased him.

But this young man had nothing.

"Not going to say anything, huh?"

He sneered.

"Then just die."

He raised his segmented limb, aiming the tip at Su Ye's chest.

At that moment, Su Ye made a move.

It wasn't the whole person who moved, but something on his body that moved.

Several black tentacles burst forth from his back, arms, and waist, moving with lightning speed, instantly wrapping around the middle-aged man's limbs, waist, abdomen, neck, and the two limbs that were about to pierce out.

The tentacles were shiny black and red, and the red veins still shimmered with a dark red luster.

They coiled around the middle-aged man like pythons, tightening their grip.

The middle-aged man was stunned.

He looked down at the black and red tentacles wrapped around his body, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"you--"

He struggled desperately, activating the power of the mutated sequence within his body. His two segmented limbs lashed wildly, tearing through the air, but he couldn't break free from the tentacles' restraints.

His feet left the ground, and he was lifted into the air like an insect caught in a spider web.

One of the tentacles rose up, its tip sharp as a spear, and aimed at his chest.

Fear finally appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"You were corrupted too?!"

His voice changed, no longer carrying the leisurely and arrogant tone it had before.

Su Ye did not answer.

Tentacles pierced in.

"puff--"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to say something, but could only utter hoarse, breathy sounds.

Su Ye looked at him and spoke for the first time.

"You just said you were enjoying it, right?!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened even more, his pupils filled with fear and despair.

Su Ye withdrew his gaze.

Absorption continues.

Three seconds later, a pile of ashes fell to the ground.

The tentacles retracted back into Su Ye's body.

A streak of light flew into one hundred and forty-three stars from the bracelet.

Su Ye looked down and saw that, including the previous 157, there were now exactly 300.

The illusory images on the dome continued to play, and the sounds of battle continued.

And so, they waited for the fusion to take place while watching the battle.

A huge light screen hangs above the dome, clearly projecting the scenes in every arena.

Some are fighting, some are catching their breath, and some are staring intently at the countdown, waiting for the next round.

Su Ye's gaze lingered on a few of the squares.

Li Xiaowei and Old Zhao were standing in a corner of an arena.

Both of them looked up at a certain direction on the light screen, which was probably a real-time projection of the arena where Su Ye was located.

They used Star Immunofusion and are currently observing his condition through a light screen.

Old Zhao's lips moved as if he were saying something;

Li Xiaowei nodded, her gaze never leaving the scene.

Chen Shou and Lin Wei were in another cubicle.

The two stood side by side, both looking up at the light screen, but they stood very steadily and seemed to be in good spirits.

They also used immunity and are currently looking in Su Ye's direction.

Wu Feng and Wang Kui are in the third square.

Wang Kui pointed at the light screen, and Wu Feng looked in the direction he was pointing and nodded.

Both of their wounds had been treated, and they were looking at Su Ye.

Round after round.

At the start of each fusion round, the grids will light up with the glow of immunity.

Li Xiaowei, Lao Zhaotou, Chen Shou, Lin Wei, Wu Feng, and Wang Kui—these six people appeared time and again in the light screen of immunity.

Su Ye gave them enough stars.

There are enough to sustain their alternating immunity until the game ends.

His gaze shifted from them to the other squares.

In those individual cells, the situation is completely different.

Many ordinary survivors have already realized that no matter how many stars they have, the consumption increases exponentially with each immune response.

However, if two or even three people are together and take turns using star immunity, they can use the same number of stars to become immune for several times the number of rounds.