Chapter 258
The Eighth Apostle touched Yan Chuyi's eyes from below, as if stung, his face flushed red and he roared angrily.
In the blink of an eye, his body swelled rapidly. His limbs, which were supporting him on the ground, became hooves. His nose lengthened, and sharp fangs squeezed through his lips and grew rapidly to both sides. His eyes turned into mature brown vertical pupils, which, due to anger, became infinitely close to blood red. His skin became rough and coarse, and his body hair turned black and stood up high, poised to pounce.
Upon seeing this, Yan Chuyi quickly withdrew and retreated.
The next second, the Eighth Apostle's upright hairs, like a thicket of steel thorns, grazed his shoes and shot straight into the air!
A massive shadow blotted out the sky, covering most of the arena, as if night had fallen.
The Eighth Apostle was gone, replaced by a robust and ferocious black-haired wild boar with thick, thorny bristles. The two figures, one large and one small, were so contrasting that the 1.8-meter-tall young man was barely taller than its calves.
The wild boar snorted heavily, its scarlet eyes fixed on Yan Chuyi: "That was before! Just because you could beat me before doesn't mean you still can!"
Yan Chuyi looked up and met its gaze: "You think I can't beat you now, so you can swagger around on my head, right?"
"But your inner self and instinctive reactions don't seem as strong as you appear. Even when I was at my peak, you didn't unleash your full power right from the start."
As if plucking the strings of a zither, Yan Chuyi casually picked up the slight emotional fluctuations in the air and calmly stated: "You are even more afraid of me than before. Why? Is it because you suddenly realized that even if I were to wipe away all my divine power and start over, becoming the weak and incompetent piece of trash in your memory, you would still have no chance of winning against me?"
"Shut up!!"
The wild boar roared furiously, its powerful hooves crushing the rocks and creating immense pressure as it slammed into Yan Chuyi!
The attack, though seemingly slow, actually happened in the blink of an eye. The surging air pressure formed a vortex, trapping Yan Chuyi in the eye of a storm, leaving her nowhere to escape.
However, Yan Chuyi did not dodge at all.
He stood still and raised his hand. Countless golden lights burst forth from the ground, instantly weaving into a huge trap net that swiftly passed under the wild boar's belly and lifted it into the air!
The wild boar stared in terror and roared, struggling fiercely, but the golden rope tightened even more. With a kick of its four hooves, its body exploded like mist, transforming into a swarm of wasps that emerged from the rope's holes and swarmed down on the youth, brandishing their sharp, venomous stingers.
Yan Chuyi remained unfazed, and with a wave of his arm, he erected an impenetrable barrier. The wasps rained down like a storm of pear blossoms, but were all bounced away.
The wasps relentlessly swarmed forward, frantically devouring the golden barrier. But then the young man reached out again, and the Vulcan's emerald jade staff landed in his palm.
He tapped the ground with his staff in one hand, and orange-red flames burst forth from the staff. As he swung his arm upward, divine power surged out, and a hundred-meter-high wall of fire rose from the ground, shattering the menacing swarm of wasps into pieces!
"roar!"
The air was thick with the smell of burning flesh. The Eighth Apostle cried out in pain and transformed into a cheetah, rushing out of the billowing fire in a sorry state. His signature plum blossom spots were blackened by the fire, and his whole body looked like a lump of coal. He coughed incessantly.
It shook its head violently, bared its teeth fiercely at Yan Chuyi, and then turned and ran away.
The golden light shot forward like a lasso, encircling the neck of the Eighth Apostle. The Eighth Apostle roared in anger, and its body scattered again, turning into swarms of ants that seeped into the earth like black water.
I thought this would give me a chance to catch my breath, but before I even descended into the ground, I was greeted by an enchanting aroma of grapes.
With dazed eyes, the ants instinctively rushed to the nearby grapevine roots, sucking up the sweet juice and feasting. Before long, they were completely drunk.
With the divine power failing, the ant swarm gathered uncontrollably and gradually reverted to the body of the Eighth Apostle.
But this is underground! The Eighth Apostle felt a suffocating sensation, unable to breathe, and gritted his teeth to maintain his drunken consciousness as he struggled to crawl from underground to the surface.
Panting, she looked up and saw Yan Chuyi's calm and composed face against the backlight.
Yan Chuyi: "Shall we continue?"
Eighth Apostle: "..."
The Eighth Apostle's brow twitched, and he subconsciously turned around. Yan Chuyi, as if she had expected it, grabbed his shoulder, pulled him out of the hole, and then threw him over her shoulder!
The Eighth Apostle slammed his back into the ground, creating a crater. He was in so much pain that he was panting and his eyes were red. He kicked hard with both legs, sending Yan Chuyi flying more than ten meters away. Then he got up from the ground and punched her with his fists!
Yan Chuyi raised his arm to parry, but the Eighth Apostle threw another punch, his knuckles cracking and making a loud popping sound, which made the young man stagger backward repeatedly.
At the same time, a huge phantom of a brown bear unfolds behind it, letting out a deafening roar at close range!
But at that moment, clouds rose behind Yan Chuyi, and a five-clawed golden dragon appeared, displaying its majestic and imposing appearance. Its long beard fluttered, its eyes wide open in anger, and a dragon roar dispelled the illusory image of the brown bear!
The Eighth Apostle was struck as if by a heavy blow, coughing up blood and nearly staggering to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on, his body transforming into a swift afterimage as he attacked Yan Chuyi.
A fierce snake strikes, a black bear pounces, and a lion tears it apart...
In the midst of the fierce battle, the Eighth Apostle's body underwent countless changes, each punch more ferocious and each move more forceful than the last.
At this moment, this rugged and robust man looked like a real beast, savage and ferocious, fully displaying the power of all beasts bestowed upon him by the goddess of the hunt!
The relentless, suffocating barrage of attacks reminded Xie Xubai of his first encounter with Lao Ba.
At that time, his strength was only ranked in the middle. When he faced off against the top-ranked Eighth Apostle, the result was without suspense: he lost.
However, the Eighth Apostle stopped short of attacking him, using only one-tenth of his power to knock him out of the arena before simply withdrawing.
To outsiders, the sparring match seemed very easy. After all, the unlucky guy who fought the Eighth Apostle was still lying unconscious with a broken bone in the infirmary, while Xie Xubai only had a few scrapes.
Only Xie Xubai, who could sense the Eighth Apostle, knew that the other party was not showing mercy or pity for the weak, but rather simply disdained to make a move.
On the contrary, those opponents who were brutally beaten by the Eighth Apostle received his sincere affirmation.
The Eighth Apostle was born into a semi-primitive tribe in the north that still retained hunting habits. More than a decade ago, staff from a poverty alleviation project came to their tribe to help them relocate to villages with well-developed water and electricity, but they refused because they did not want to leave the place where their ancestors had lived.
Heavy snow sealed off the valley, and they lived in isolation, surrounded by the smell of blood and the roars of wild beasts. Fighting and hunting took up almost all of their lives.
The harsh and isolated living environment fostered their excellent qualities of bravery, courage, and fearlessness, but it also shaped their competitive and aggressive nature.
When Xie Xubai was inconspicuous, the Eighth Apostle was actually quite easy to talk to, mostly treating him like air, and occasionally nodding and greeting him politely when they met.
But as Xie Xubai grew stronger, this guy changed. He wanted to drag Xie Xubai to the training ground every day of the year, sparring and dueling 24 hours a day.
As soon as Xie Xubai appeared in their field of vision, those two eyes immediately fixed on him like fire-control radar, exuding an air of tension.
Xie Xubai didn't take it seriously at first.
As the Eighth Apostle pressed him harder and harder, even when he turned off the lights at night, he could see two glowing green beast eyes on the windowpane—without a doubt, those were the Eighth Apostle disguised as a giant bat, holding a challenge letter in its mouth, staring at him with longing eyes.
Xie Xubai finally lost his temper and dragged the Eighth Apostle to the training ground.
After recovering for a while, the Eighth Apostle remained incorrigible and appeared in front of him even more frequently, trying his best to assert his presence, just in order to defeat him once.
Even if Xie Xubai were to turn a blind eye, it wouldn't make a difference.
When the little black octopus saw that the young man's dark circles under his eyes had become increasingly thick and bluish due to lack of rest, it flew into a rage and threw the Eighth Apostle into the dark dungeon.
After learning his lesson, Lao Ba, upon seeing Xie Xubai, finally hid instead of rushing at him, and the matter was finally put to rest.
This shows just how obsessed and fanatical the Eighth Apostle was with the word "victory".
And this is precisely the source of the estrangement.
Yan Chuyi could read minds, so he knew that the Eighth Apostle was dissatisfied with their repeated losses to the system, their self-confidence had been severely damaged, and their anxiety and fear were gradually accumulating.
In particular, during the final battle, the Eighth Apostle, who witnessed his soul shattering, directly questioned the legitimacy of his leadership.
Bang!
Yan Chuyi once again slammed the Eighth Apostle hard onto the ground.
He said, “I once said I would lead you to victory, but in the end, victory did not come. Instead, I, the one who made such a boast, died without a burial place in the confrontation with the system. You were very disappointed after discovering this, weren’t you? After all, in your eyes, I should be invincible and unstoppable.”
"Because of my failure, you no longer trust me and hate my arrogance."
"You secretly approached the system, hoping to use your talent for fighting alone and take the system as your agent to break through the game. Who would have thought that you would be even worse than me, a loser."
“At least I have caused substantial damage to the system, but you have tried every means possible and still couldn’t force the system to reveal its true form.”
The Eighth Apostle struggled violently: "Stop talking."
"If you can't do it, I can't do it, nobody can do it, then who can you trust? You trust nobody, you're willing to fall into depravity and exile yourself, but you're not really willing to accept it, so you start to waver and become a coward who can't let go but doesn't dare to face reality."
The Eighth Apostle, as if his heart had been pierced, roared angrily, "Stop talking!"
The air quieted down, with only the piercing roar echoing slowly within the barrier before gradually fading away.
Yan Chuyi squatted down, meeting the Eighth Apostle's moist, red eyes. After a long while, she smiled kindly and said, "Speaking of which, hasn't it been a long time since I've helped you relax?"
In an instant, alarm bells rang in the Eighth Apostle's mind. His face, still bearing traces of anger, dismay, and other hidden emotions, turned deathly pale with terror: "No, wait—ah!"
The so-called relaxation is to cleanse the mind of mental pollution. In addition, Xie Xubai will also use his strength to help members who are overtrained to stretch their muscles.
—This method is particularly suitable for large individuals who only know how to train with their heads covered, resulting in muscle stiffness.
Admittedly, the Eighth Apostle's body has been strengthened and upgraded many times, and his flexibility is not so bad, but his fear of stretching his muscles is almost ingrained in his bones—even if doing so would be good for his body.
As the golden light moved, he let out a long, mournful wail. When his toes were stretched and curled up to his lower back, the sensation was excruciating. The Eighth Apostle was in so much pain that he burst into tears.
He could only move his right hand, which he frantically pounded on the ground, his voice trembling as he screamed, "Bastard! Stop! Ahhh! I'm going to kill you all!"
Begging for mercy and admitting defeat is impossible; even if you break a bone, you won't utter the word "defeat."
However, under this overwhelming force, some deeply hidden true thoughts inevitably leaked out.
[Trash! Useless! Noob! How dare you lose? Why did you lose? Why did you die?! Bastard! Bastard! ...]
Yan Chuyi sat down on the ground and quietly watched and listened.
Only when the Eighth Apostle was exhausted and barely breathing did he beckon. The golden light pulled the other person up and pressed him down to sit in front of him, forcing him to look at him directly in the eye, making eye contact: "Please remember, no matter how weak I am, I am still far stronger than you, not twice as strong, but ten times stronger."
"How to beat the system, what to do in the future, and what the consequences of losing are not things you should be thinking about. As a loser who is weaker than a loser, there is only one thing you need to do, and that is to obey."
"Obey my command, obey my decisions, even if I die or lose, you must obey unconditionally and without the slightest hesitation."
Yan Chu asked, "Did you understand?"
The Eighth Apostle's bloodshot eyes grew increasingly moist, his lips trembled, and he denied it in a hoarse voice: "...I don't understand!"
Yan Chuyi raised the corners of her mouth and smiled with satisfaction: "Alright, please ask the Hunting Goddess for me."
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The goddess of the hunt lowered her eyelashes, her fingertips gathering a forest-green divine glow, which she then used to carefully apply to Xie Xubai's brow and cheeks, smearing them with soil: "You've really gone to a lot of trouble to persuade this kid, Baser."
“This isn’t exactly encouragement,” Xie Xubai said. “We haven’t won the game yet.”
“There is no absolute victory,” said the goddess of the hunt. “Even the bravest lion will become weak with age, either starving to death or being killed by wolves or cheetahs, with its uneaten carcasses being pecked at by vultures and hyenas.”
As He spoke, He met Xie Xubai's eyes and shook his head: "But none of you are willing to give up."
Xie Xubai's voice was flat: "We will win."
His tone remained unchanged, and even God couldn't fathom the source of this unwavering conviction.
The mark smeared on Xie Xubai's face transformed into a hunting goddess totem, radiating divine light and slowly seeping into his body. In the blink of an eye, Xie Xubai's power increased, and his progress towards godhood jumped from 94% to 95%!
Hermes, the covenant god of the Sixth Apostle, flew over in winged sandals, laughing heartily and saying, "When you're really confused, just follow your heart."
He raised his hand and brandished the serpent staff, and golden light, like stardust, sprinkled on Xie Xubai's body. Surging divine power surged, and the progress of becoming a god jumped from 95% to 96%!
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The thirtieth floor of the Black Tower.
Thick, dark clouds rolled across the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, thousands upon thousands of skeleton soldiers were ready to go, and hellhorses paced restlessly, snorted, and spewed purple flames.
They were the main force of the rebel army; this single force alone could take down three demigods. However, there was something even more terrifying: the Grand Lord of the thirtieth floor, who gazed silently at the Black King's palace.
The Fifth Apostle, who had been resting with his arms crossed and eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and sharply scanned the figure that had suddenly appeared.
White stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed and said, "What, aren't you welcoming me?"
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