Yan Shi returned after vomiting.
"Didn't you say you wanted to practice? Why haven't we started yet?"
I'm afraid you'll dislike me.
"Although there might be just a tiny bit of dislike, just a tiny bit, it's fine as long as I wash my hands. It won't affect my liking for you." Yan Shi deliberately gestured with his finger to indicate a tiny bit.
"I'll wash it clean before we hold hands."
"OK, now it's your turn to play by myself."
"You two are a good match."
"Thank you." Zhuang Zhao took the hands, his expression natural, showing no awareness that he was handling rotting corpse parts, leaving a group of ordinary people who couldn't bear to look at the texture of their hands in disbelief.
Yan Shi buried his head in Zhuang Zhao's back, smelling his pleasant scent to mask the surrounding stench.
Zhuang Zhao felt warm and smelled nice on his back, and soon fell asleep.
Zhuang Zhao focused intently until he successfully manipulated the disshaped body parts to stand up before letting out a sigh of relief, at which point he felt a warm sensation on his back.
He wanted to hug Yan Shi, but his hands were very dirty, so he moved his waist to wake her up.
"You have good talent. I'll send you to the next level and teach that bastard Si Yue a lesson."
Then Yan Shi and Zhuang Zhao were sent to the next level.
Yan Shi: Like a dream.
The third checkpoint was particularly lively, bustling with noise; at first glance, it looked like a market.
Game Title: Hundred-Man Slayer
Game rules: Successfully defend your title within one hour
"Successfully defending the title within an hour means you have to grab the arena first," Yan Shi explained the game rules.
"How many arenas can you see?" Yan Shi wasn't tall enough; all he could see were heads.
"Eleven, I guess."
"With so many people, besides those who came in this wave, there must be others, all of them incredibly powerful. How are we supposed to compete? This is hopeless."
"Let's see first, we might even need to use puppetry." Zhuang Zhao didn't think it was that difficult.
All eleven arenas are bustling with activity, featuring everything from simple, brutal hand-to-hand combat to elaborate battles of wits and strategy, and even ethereal magical duels...
Yan Shi disapproved of the fighting, but Zhuang Zhao watched with great interest, so she turned her attention elsewhere, such as to the people below the arena.
How long have you been trapped here?
"Three days is a short time. I heard that person has been trapped for a month."
"It's only been a month? Or were you here from the very beginning?"
"That's it. There's food and drink here, and you can even spar with experts. For some people, it's paradise."
"Three to five days is fine, but I can't endure it for longer."
Have you ever been up there?
"Of course, they went up on the first day, but were shot down in less than a minute. Those up there are veterans who have fought in countless battles; they can't be replaced so easily."
"Yeah, so there's no way to beat it. I might as well give up."
"I think so too, it's hopeless. I was thinking of taking over once they got tired of fighting, but they're all inhuman, they don't get tired at all."
"Let's go, let's go. It's gods fighting, it has nothing to do with us mortals."
Yan Shi shifted his gaze back to the arena, watching the flesh tremble as the fist landed on it; just looking at it made him feel pain.
She wasn't confident she could beat them, let alone defeat them; she felt she couldn't even withstand a single punch.
Either abstain or try a less forceful approach.
Are you sure? I don't think so.
"It is quite difficult, but let's see how it goes. It's not like there's no chance."
After each match, there was a half-hour break. Zhuang Zhao found a champion sitting and drinking tea and asked him about the unspoken rules of the game.
To defend your title for an hour, you must first defeat the reigning champion and successfully seize the title. There is a half-hour break in between, so you just need to defend your title for one more round.
It doesn't seem so difficult now.
"There are no restrictions on weapons or hidden weapons. Once you're on the stage, there are no taboos. Just win. It seems like we have a great chance of winning. Plus, we still have the talismans Han Mo gave us."
“That’s true. You still have your puppets. If you can’t win one-on-one, you resort to ganging up. Let me see who’s using fists. Maybe my half-baked Wing Chun will be better.”
"No, the one on the side is easier to beat. Observe his posture and preferences more, and you can make predictions. Use your hidden cards at crucial moments. You can use one card flexibly, but you can't reveal all your hidden cards. You not only have to win, but also have to defend your position."
"I know, so how about we split up?" Actually, Yan Shi would prefer to act with him. She always felt down when she was alone, but splitting up would definitely be more efficient.
"Actually, there's another way. If one of us can successfully defend, the other can take the challenge and then defend for another round."
"We still have to defend for one round, which will take even more time. We can only do this if it really doesn't work." Yan Shi was hungry and sleepy, and besides, he didn't know the situation of Bu Ke and the others. It would be best to finish this quickly.
There was a food supply in the third round, which the two only found out at the very end. They hurriedly sat down to eat, but dared not eat too much, for fear of vomiting during the intense exercise of the challenge.
Zhuang Zhao took the lead, and Yan Shi accompanied him from below the stage.
Zhuang Zhao had too many trump cards up his sleeve, and coupled with his relatively thin and young appearance, the other party didn't take him seriously at all.
Zhuang Zhao's strength and fighting experience were indeed average. He was punched right at the beginning, and the pain almost made him unable to straighten up.
The champion whistled, and cheers erupted from the crowd below. Taking advantage of the moment, Zhuang Zhao threw out two puppet rats and manipulated them to crawl into the man's clothes.
To ensure realism, Zhuang Zhao's puppet rats were all made of genuine leather, giving them a lifelike feel.
Few people can remain calm in close contact with a rat. When the champion lost his composure and tried to drive the rat out, Zhuang Zhao kicked him off the stage.
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