Chapter 257
The young man said that he didn't have much of an aura when he went up alone. He even walked obediently down the stairs instead of jumping up and making a grand entrance like the previous challengers.
The moment Yan Chuyi stood still, the power of the rules instantly enveloped the three-meter-high arena.
Transparent fluctuations surged in mid-air, accompanied by sharp, piercing explosions, resembling a crisscrossing transparent electromagnetic net.
From this moment forward, unless one side decides a winner, they will never be able to leave the ring.
Not only the Eighth Apostle, but the Sixth Apostle also frowned slightly, realizing the problem.
It's not uncommon to encounter arrogant fools at the beginning of the trial, but this is the twenty-ninth floor of the Black Tower.
The fact that he's alive and here means he's no ordinary person. Besides, this guy dares to go it alone, and even other top teams that are poised to attack are willing to make way for him.
Yan Chuyi: "You two don't need to look at me with such suspicion. I came alone because I wanted to take care of some personal matters with an old friend first."
The two apostles: "..."
Hearing the familiar wording and familiar terms of address, the two men's eyebrows twitched violently, and they quickly exchanged a glance.
When they saw the same bewilderment on each other's faces, their hearts immediately skipped a beat.
The timing is too coincidental. They had just talked about White possibly arriving at the twenty-ninth floor, and the next second someone came up to challenge them. The other party claimed to be an old friend, but neither of them knew each other... or more accurately, they didn't recognize this disguised body.
But from the young man's demeanor, speech, and resolute gaze, they could sense a subtle, almost palpable sense of déjà vu.
His heart pounded, and cold sweat broke out on the Sixth Apostle's back. He maintained a calm smile, saying, "Of course, my dear friend! But could you please tell me what private matter it is?"
As he spoke, he casually placed his right hand behind his back, gathered a wisp of divine power at his fingertips, and flicked it towards the sky.
The divine power transformed into a carrier pigeon in mid-air, and as it flapped its wings, it stirred up turbulent air currents, and a gale suddenly swept through the calm sky.
The sixth apostle, codenamed "Messenger," is contracted with Hermes, the messenger of the gods in ancient Greek mythology who wields a golden wand entwined with two snakes, wears a winged hat, and flies in winged sandals, and serves as a bridge between the divine and the human realm.
The Sixth Apostle inherited Hermes' ability to communicate across space; even if the recipient was on a special map, the divine bird could deliver the message on time and without error.
Right now, he needs to use this ability to confirm Yan Chuyi's identity.
However, the divine bird did not quickly locate the recipient as usual. It circled in the sky for several times, hesitant to fly away, appearing quite uncertain.
Whether she noticed his subtle movements or not, Yan Chuyi, who was about to speak, shut her mouth, glanced at him, and waited quietly with him.
The Sixth Apostle's heart nearly leaped into his throat.
Finally, the divine bird moved.
Ignoring Yan Chuyi below, it flew vertically upwards to the thirtieth floor, quickly turning into a tiny dot in the gray sky and disappearing without a trace.
In an instant, the Sixth Apostle's eyes glazed over, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, returned to its place. He was no longer nervous and uneasy, but for some reason, he felt a little empty.
The Eighth Apostle was also waiting for the outcome, but upon seeing this, his brows relaxed and his sharp eagle eyes glared at Yan Chuyi: "I don't care if you really want to catch up with an old friend, or if you just happened to learn about that person's existence from someone and came to us to bluff."
"Since it's a challenge, then you have to follow the rules—beat the two of us."
Yan Chuyi: "I don't need to play games, I just need to beat you guys, right?"
The boss could design a game to increase its advantages. For example, it could create a sea ferry where supplies and water are cut off, requiring the player to survive to the end, or a casino where players can win billions of chips.
But in the eyes of the Eighth Apostle, those things were too troublesome and too fancy.
So he changed the arena rules to 2v2 head-to-head duels based on skill.
However, after each challenge, the guardian bosses will not only have their physical strength and energy restored to their original state, but will also absorb 1% of the challenger's combat power, infinitely stacking buffs!
Logically, there shouldn't be such an outrageous rule, but the Eighth Apostle took a shortcut.
Every challenge is unique, so "restoring to its original state" makes perfect sense.
A 1% bonus is not excessive, so the rules allow it.
As for allowing the stacking of buffs, that is entirely due to the Eighth Apostle's own ability, Bloodlust, which originates from the contracted deity, the Goddess of the Hunt, and her Beast Simulation.
This rule directly eliminates the possibility of players winning through a series of matches, and the longer the game drags on and the more matches they lose, the more fatal it becomes for them!
So many top players are stuck here to discuss countermeasures, since the combined fighting power of the two apostles is not to be underestimated, especially since the opponents will become stronger and stronger.
Judging from Yan Chuyi's tone, the young man not only didn't think there was a problem, but was also very confident that he could beat them.
The Eighth Apostle couldn't help but sneer, suspecting that the young man either had never heard of the Twelve Apostles or had no concept of the difference in their combat strength.
The Eighth Apostle: "If you can truly defeat both of us in a fair fight, I will let you and your teammates pass."
At this moment, every word they uttered was certified by the rules. As soon as the Eighth Apostle finished speaking, an invisible fluctuation emanated from the air, and the rules were thus altered.
The banquet achieved its purpose on the first day.
But looking at the Eighth Apostle's smug appearance, he felt no joy, only a sigh upon realizing that "his subordinates have made no progress at all over the years."
Yan Chuyi: "Anyway, Bartholomew, I'm glad you didn't succumb to the system."
If the Eighth Apostle were enslaved by the system, the other party would know his true identity and be wary, and would not fall into his trap so easily.
The Eighth Apostle's pupils dilated suddenly as he looked at him: "...What did you call me?"
A bird's cry suddenly came from high above, and the bored Sixth Apostle froze.
He was shocked to see his carrier pigeon return without warning, descending from the sky in a swirling hurricane to Yan Chuyi's feet, and even slowing down as it was about to stop.
Yan Chuyi scratched the pigeon's head and cheek, and the pigeon immediately squinted its black beady eyes in comfort, stretched its neck happily against his fingers, and cooed.
Yan Chuyi took the small note off the carrier pigeon's hind leg and said without looking up, "Hamga, you dare to try running away."
The Sixth Apostle, who was stealthily moving his body to run away, thought to himself: "..."
He was sweating profusely and chuckled awkwardly, "What run? Who wants to run? How could I possibly run? The challenge isn't over yet, hahaha..."
Yan Chuyi unfolded the small note; it was completely blank, with nothing written on it.
He looked at the Sixth Apostle, whose legs immediately went weak again.
It took several years to get rid of the Sixth Apostle's bad habit of being obsequious to others. Seeing that the other party was about to revert to his old ways, Yan Chuyi's eyes were even colder than before: "Stand up straight."
The Sixth Apostle, with an unexpected burst of power, sprang up his half-bent knee in a flash, straightening it perfectly!
He raised one hand high and pointed the other at the Eighth Apostle, trying his best to distance himself: "It has nothing to do with me, White! I have no intention of betraying my beliefs and morals. I became the gatekeeper BOSS just to keep an eye on this treacherous guy! I saw him communicate with the system with my own eyes!"
In the blink of an eye, the Eighth Apostle leaped backward, his fingers resting on the bowstring in mid-air. The Demon-Slaying Bow burst forth with dazzling light, and the arrow instantly materialized. With a flick of his wrist, it shot straight at Yan Chuyi's face like a meteor!
The Eighth Apostle is not the strongest fighter among the Apostle members, but he is a master of one-on-one combat and defeating the strong with the weak.
The skills from the Goddess of the Hunt, [Precision Hunting] and [Hunter's Intimidation], can subtly jolt the prey into a dazed state.
He knew that intimidation skills had limited effect on White, who mainly focused on mental power, so he went all out from the start.
The moment the arrow was fired, a massive, dark brown bear-like shadow simultaneously materialized behind the Eighth Apostle. With its thick arms outstretched and its energy concentrated in its dantian, it unleashed a deafening roar at Yan Chuyi!
The sound waves swirled outwards like a vortex, the air twisted and deformed under the violent impact, the Sixth Apostle's head buzzed, and he hurriedly covered his ears in excruciating pain, blood flowing from between his fingers.
He didn't expect the Eighth Apostle to be so reckless, launching a killing move right from the start!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Yan Chuyi was standing still. The Sixth Apostle's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted urgently, "White, get out of the way!"
boom--!
The arrow shattered most of the arena, and the shockwaves rippled out like a spiderweb, sending dust and debris flying and the earth shaking!
The Sixth Apostle rushed anxiously into the billowing smoke and dust, searching left and right for someone. When he turned around, he was astonished to see Yan Chuyi completely unharmed.
Yan Chu looked at him and said, "Say you admit defeat."
Without a second thought, the Sixth Apostle blurted out, "I concede."
The restrictions imposed on him by the rules were instantly lifted, and he was now free to leave the field.
Yan Chuyi patted the Sixth Apostle on the shoulder: "Wait down there. Don't leave until I come to find you."
The sixth apostle, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, hurriedly jumped off the ring.
Once he landed, his mind immediately became active, and his eyes darted around.
The Eighth Apostle's all-out attack failed to even scratch White. It's only a matter of time before the latter defeats the former; there's no need to worry.
The Sixth Apostle immediately prepared to slip away to find the Fifth Apostle.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I lifted my foot, my shoulder tightened.
The Sixth Apostle turned his head in astonishment and saw that the spot where Yan Chuyi had patted was now filled with golden light, which condensed into a palm and silently pressed down on him.
The manner was as if they were slowly and deliberately asking: Where do you want to go?
"I'm not going anywhere, I'm not going anywhere..." The Sixth Apostle hurriedly withdrew his foot, completely admitting defeat.
The players below the stage could initially see what was happening on the arena, but could not hear their conversation. They discussed the starkly different attitudes of the two apostles towards the first day of the banquet, filled with astonishment and uncertainty.
Then a fight broke out. Yan Shuo, who was hiding in Yan Chuyi's shadow, used cognitive interference on the arena. The players couldn't even see the screen anymore, but they saw the Sixth Apostle jump down as if his butt was on fire.
Since a winner must be determined before anyone can leave, and the Sixth Apostle is running so fast, it's impossible that Yan Chuyi is the one who lost, right?
But thinking about it this way, the situation seems even more exaggerated and terrifying.
The teammates looked at each other in bewilderment: "Just who is this 'First Year Master'?"
At the same time, on the arena.
Yan Chuyi grabbed the Eighth Apostle's body and slammed him into the arena like a cannonball, causing most of the shattered arena to collapse.
Dust billowed, causing the young man's clothes and hair to flutter wildly. Yan Chuyi lowered her head, looking at the Eighth Apostle who was pinned to the ground, his eyes blazing with fury, and asked in a calm voice, "Do you still remember how I made you submit and acknowledge me?"
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