Life Dungeon Game

If he hadn't reacted quickly, the knife would have pierced his heart.

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His choice has just been changed.

Velent is an 'orator', which corresponds to the B-level talent sequence of 'chess player'.

He also possessed the extraordinary abilities that the player of the game had.

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After Chao Yi was promoted to C-level, He Ao had always used 'Yi Si' to modify other people's choices. Unexpectedly, this time he was the one who was used on himself and got injured.

In a sense, this is also a 'novel' experience.

"Old friend, it seems you don't quite understand your talent sequence,"

Velent's cold voice rang in He Ao's ears, his tone tinged with mockery, "Unfortunately, the ability of the chess player to modify choices only works on superhumans of the same or lower level. Sometimes, the difference in rank cannot be bridged by a burst of power... Hmm?"

The time it took to speak didn't stop him from drawing his sword, but the invisible blade only extended a small section before stopping in place.

Crimson-purple blood flowed from the four fingers that gripped the blade tightly, dripping onto the cold cement floor.

The chilling sensation, as if slicing through the soul, surged upwards, assaulting He Ao's consciousness.

But his voice was unusually calm, "Since it's already been stabbed in, why bother taking it away?"

He reached out and gripped the part of the blade that was piercing his chest tightly, and used his muscles to jam the blade that was embedded in his body.

Velent tried to pull out the knife again, but found that the invisible blade was stuck in Heo's body and he could not pull it out no matter what he did.

At that moment, He Ao twirled the spear in his other hand, performing a flourish, and then thrust it backward with the tip pointing backward.

Velent immediately pulled away, releasing the jammed hilt of his sword, and instead reached with both hands to grab the spear that Heo was thrusting at him.

He Ao seemed to have anticipated this, and even a split second earlier than him, he released his grip on the knife tip and, with blood splattering everywhere, grasped the gun handle.

Velent gripped the gun with both hands, trying to wrest the spear from Heo's hands.

However, He Ao had already gripped the gun with both hands and spun around, increasing the distance between himself and Virent. At the same time, he lowered his body and lunged forward, using the force of Virent's attempt to disarm him to thrust his weapon towards Virent's heart.

Vilent immediately pulled back, his grip loosening, and then Heo twisted and swung the gun, swatting his hands away.

Then He Ao swung the gun in his hand, and as it spun over his head, he took a step forward. The metal gun body twisted and bent under the force of the huge force, and the sharp tip cut through the night with sonic booms.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sturdy spear swept past Heo's head and then swept towards Velent's profile.

Velent immediately retreated, narrowly avoiding the attack.

But Heo's attack did not stop. His body spun around again, following the momentum of the rotation. As he spun, he lowered his body, lunged forward, and the blade of his spear cut through the violent sonic boom, almost instantly slicing through Velent's waist and abdomen.

Blood, glowing with a purple light, splattered everywhere. Velent leaped back, widening the distance between himself and Heo.

Did he fail to dodge? No, he did dodge. If he hadn't dodged, He Ao's charged attack could have cut him in half at the waist.

"Did you just do that on purpose?"

Velent clutched the wound on his stomach, his gaze turning icy as he looked at He.

Oh.

Wriggling buds of flesh emerged from the edge of the wound, intertwining together to stop the continuous flow of blood.

Only then did He Ao have time to stop, reach behind his back, and slowly pull out the invisible knife that had pierced his chest.

Crimson blood stained the invisible blade, sketching a barely discernible outline for the knife in the night.

Faint, wriggling granulation tissue emerged from He Ao's wound, intertwining together, but it did not completely stop the blood flowing from the wound.

The pollution of the Winding Hill altered Heo's body, giving his flesh and blood some vitality. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to use his muscles to clamp the invisible knife that had pierced his body, even if he had his other hand grabbing it from the outside.

"It's crazy."

Velent stared at Heo, his expression growing colder.

He had realized that He Ao had been ambushed by him just now, most likely because he had deliberately fallen into a trap.

He pierced Heo's chest, but Heo disarmed him.

The opponent used himself as bait to lure him into using his sword. Once he lost the Invisible Sword, he would not only lose his weapon for fighting, but also his means of manipulating the undead to interfere with Heo, allowing Heo to focus more on fighting him.

This is a long time.

This is a strategy of trading injury for advantage.

But it's really crazy.

If He Ao had been a fraction slower in dodging that sneak attack, he would have been stabbed through the heart.

“Driss often tells me,”

Vilent straightened up and looked at He Ao. "I am too cautious and cautious in my actions. I am used to manipulating pieces on the chessboard. When it comes to real battle, I often subconsciously cherish my life and am unwilling to fight to the death. I lose my edge and when I encounter a truly daring enemy, even if I am stronger, it is difficult to win."

He smiled and said, "It turns out he was too lenient with his words back then."

"When two people meet on a narrow path,"

He Ao threw the invisible knife in his hand downwards, embedding it into the ground, and then stomped his foot into the ground, declaring, "The brave shall prevail."

He charged toward Velent with guns in both hands, and then, in the middle of his charge, he raised his hands, thrusting the guns to the tips, turning the thrust into a stab.

"Come!"

Velent spread his arms, and his originally blood-stained, luxurious formal attire was torn apart by writhing flesh. His entire body rapidly swelled up, and purple light spread throughout his body, stretching him into a small giant over two meters tall.

In his outstretched palm, twisted bones burst forth, coalescing into two crystalline bone longswords.

Orator is not a talent sequence for combat, and Velent naturally does not have as much combat experience as Driss.

However, the gift from the Winding Hill granted him extraordinary power far exceeding that of other B-rank beings.

This is his true form.

A terrifying pressure, carrying a twisted corruption, swept across the night like a gale, brushing against He Ao's face, which was as cold as a mountain.

He Ao leaped up, raised his spear high, and cleaved the collapsing object into a slash.

Velent also raised the bone knife in his hand, crossing it to block the slash.

boom--

The terrifying force slammed between the two swords, and the spear blade, enhanced by divine sense, directly cleaved a crack in the bone sword.

A terrifying aura pierced through Velent's body, reaching the ground and shattering the solid ground, tearing apart half of Velent's body.

The bodies all crashed into the ground.

"What a gun!"

With a flick of his wrists, Velent deflected Heo's spear, then dashed out like a phantom, slashing at Heo head-on.

The crack that had been cleaved by the spear tip slowly and naturally healed itself completely as he moved.

He held his spear above his head to block Velent's twin swords, then flicked his hands to push Velent's swords away.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao pulled his gun back, the tip of the gun past his shoulder, and then suddenly released his grip and pushed the butt of the gun.

The unhandled gun circled around He Ao's neck and then thrust out from the other right side.

At the same time, He Ao caught the gun handle with both hands and fired a shot at Virent, who had been thrown back by him.

Velent held the blade across his chest, forcefully blocking Heo's sweeping shot.

The ground beneath our feet cracked again.

After realizing that his skills were no match for Heo's, Velent abandoned his techniques and instead used his strength to break through magic.

Immediately afterwards, he used his two knives to scrape the gun barrel and slash at He Ao's body.

He leaned his body to the side and downwards, and after deflecting the blade with the gun, he immediately withdrew and retreated.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hands sharply, his spear spinning and dancing at his sides like a silver wheel, accompanied by sonic booms, as he slashed towards Velent.

While pursuing the enemy, Villent did not expect that Heo would turn around and fire a shot.

The blade in his hand moved forward and pierced He Ao's lower abdomen.

He Ao's spear tip cleaved open his face, and the blade pierced his skull.

Every inch is stronger.

Even though Velent's body had grown larger, Heo's spear still had a length advantage.

Blood streamed down Velent's face, and then countless tentacles separated from his back, rushing towards Heo's body from all directions.

He Ao immediately pulled away, rolling and leaping away to avoid the attacking tentacles.

As Velent stood up again, the wound on his cheek, cleaved open by Heo, gradually coalesced into a mass of wriggling flesh.

He frowned, staring intently at He Ao. "You can find my weakness? Is this also part of your knowledge, Professor K?"

The energy core in Velent's body is the same as the Shadow Man He Ao encountered before; both have a core energy gathering point and multiple secondary energy gathering points.

However, Velent has more secondary energy gathering points, nine in total.

When He Ao slashed open his chest, he damaged one, and when he injured his waist and abdomen, he cut open two more.

When I opened the door, I cut another one.

Although Velent could not sense his own energy gathering point, he could sense the operation of his own power. He could clearly feel that each of Heo's attacks would weaken his power and affect the efficiency of his energy gathering.

This 'injury' was completely different from the ordinary injuries he had sustained in other battles before.

One or two coincidences could be understandable, but when the same thing happened every time, he realized that Heo probably possessed some kind of power that could see his weaknesses.

He Ao did not answer, but instead swatted away the flying tentacles and swung his spear again.

"Well done!"

Although Velent had many doubts about the mysterious 'K', he had no time to think about it now.