Dream Game

The strange man chuckled, sensing that Song Shige's Constitution was significantly weaker than his own.

"Heh heh heh... You... dare to challenge me?"

The madness in the strange man's crimson eyes intensified. He completely ignored the Caoyuanshi, twisted his arm at an unbelievable angle, and threw a punch at Song Shige's face as he entered the battlefield. The air, compressed to almost liquid state, formed a white shock cone in front of his fist.

The old Caoyuanshi stood calmly in its boxing stance, making no attempt to stop it.

Song Shige completely ignored the exaggerated attack aimed straight at his face, and a scarlet Slash came down from above.

It lacks any charm or special features; it's just pure, unadulterated Slash!

Bang!

A dull thud rang out, and the terrifying punch landed squarely on his face, but caused no injury, only making Song Shige's old face flush red.

At the same time, the crimson Slash struck the monster's neck.

It was like striking divine metal that had been forged through countless trials, even though the opponent was indeed quite divine metal.

Amidst the ear-piercing clang of metal clashing, Slash powerful enough to sever any alloy in modern industry only managed to penetrate a small portion of the neck before being firmly trapped.

The muscle fibers at the wound site contracted and writhed wildly as if they were alive, instantly stopping the bleeding and leaving only a seemingly gruesome cut that did not damage the underlying cause.

At the same time, Caoyuanshi unleashed his charged attack, the circles he had drawn with both hands suddenly contracting, all his Blood Qi and spiritual essence converging in his palms.

Then, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, it lightly imprinted itself on the muscular man's waist and abdomen.

There was no sound, no gust of air.

The strange man's kidneys vanished instantly, leaving only an empty cavity.

"Interesting... hehe."

Despite suffering such a severe blow, losing the initiative, and facing two formidable enemies, the muscle monster showed no fear. Instead, he let out an even more excited and shrill laugh, and the fleshy buds in his hollow waist and abdomen began to writhe wildly.

Song Shige was somewhat speechless.

Everything that happened so swiftly and rapidly actually took only two seconds.

In fact, when professional fighters are seriously engaged in combat, they don't like to communicate by vibrating the air.

Because the pace is so fast, countless moves can be executed in just a few seconds, and if both sides move quickly, the sound simply can't keep up.

But the weirdo just loves to talk. In order to finish his sentence during the high-speed attack and defense, he speaks very fast, sounding like normal audio that has been sped up a hundred times.

It's very sharp and thin, like a Minion laughing hysterically.

It's so funny it makes you want to laugh.

The Minion-like voice rang out again. "Hehehe, you guys... you really amuse me!!"

"My Talent such that the more I'm injured, the more powerful I become! Come on! Come on! Try your best to please me... Hmm!"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Shige's Zhanmadao, wreathed in crimson energy, struck again like a blood-red lightning bolt, precisely slicing through the monster's constantly opening and closing mouth, abruptly cutting off his further ravings.

An even more intense battle erupted instantly, pure white shockwaves intertwining with dark red blade light, shaking the air within a kilometer radius...

At the very instant the man in the pale gold robe was blown up in reality, a strange and invisible "ripple" suddenly spread out at an unimaginable speed, instantly covering an area of nearly fifty kilometers in radius.

[Talent: Dream Game (+1):]

Effect 1: When near death or activated intentionally, forcibly pulls units of similar strength within range into the "Dreamscape" for a one-on-one duel. Victory condition: Defeat the opponent within three minutes of the Dreamscape duration. Winning grants the player to plunder 10%-30% of the opponent's energy, converting it into "Dream Energy"; there is no penalty for losing. Cooldown time depends on the number of victories; there is no cooldown after four victories.

Effect 2: As the temporary ruler of the Dreamscape, one can consume Dream Energy to modify the Dreamscape or repair injuries in reality.

The man in the pale gold robe, Luther, suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a pure white, boundless space.

He immediately confirmed his own condition and the activation of his Talent.

"Triggered successfully, excellent. It seems the system's Near-Death Teleportation can detect genuine near-death experiences."

"How many people have been brought in... 12, very good, the more people I have, the more invincible I become!"

Luther wore a confident smile. According to the Talent rules, as long as he wins more than four matches, the cooldown time will be reset to zero.

At that moment, upon returning to reality, he can activate his Talent again, pulling all the surrounding enemies back into the Dreamscape until he has plundered all their energy, effectively "clinging" them to death.

As one of the strongest in the [Faithful Survival] world, he possesses this almost cheating trump card.

Moreover, in a one-on-one fight within his Dreamscape, how could Luther possibly lose?

In the pristine white space, he didn't hesitate and chose his companion first, the blonde woman Anna.

"Commit suicide immediately and withdraw from this situation."

Luther's tone left no room for argument. "After returning to reality, you go and hide far away. Once I've used my Talent to wear everyone here down to their limits, you can come back and reap the rewards with me."

Anna glanced at him with a complicated expression. After confirming that she was in Dreamscape, she didn't say anything more. She conjured a dagger of light in her hand and swiftly plunged it into her heart. Her figure instantly faded and disappeared.

Feeling the plundered Dream Energy, Luther's confidence surged, and he chose his next opponent.

His focus Lock-On on a young man with his eyes closed, who appeared weak and even somewhat drowsy.

"You're the one, looks the weakest." Luther sneered, making his choice.

The opponent's figure solidified in the Pure White Space, still looking sleepy-eyed, as if he could fall asleep standing up.

"I am the most loyal follower of the God of Spirit and Dreams! Rest in peace!" Luther roared, his figure flashing like lightning as he unleashed a punch wrapped in Holy Light, aiming to instantly kill his opponent and save time.

"Bang!"

The youth's body shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless points of light.

Luther confidently withdrew his fist, awaiting the cue of victory and the surge of energy.

Nothing happened.

He turned his head in surprise, only to see that the young man was standing there unharmed, even stretching lazily and rubbing his eyes, as if he had just been woken up.

"Fighting with me in a dream?" the young man asked in a drowsy voice.

Alarm bells rang in Luther's mind. Although he didn't understand why, his fighting instincts made him activate his Talent without hesitation, consuming a large amount of the Dream Energy he had just accumulated to give himself several layers of strength, speed, and defense buffs. His body was surrounded by Holy Light as bright as a small Sun.

Without any further movement, a scepter appeared out of thin air in the opponent's hand, emanating an aura that made Luther uncomfortable.

The other person lifted their eyelids, and those eyes, which were originally sleepy, now seemed to reflect countless shattered Dreamscape bubbles.

"In reality, you might indeed kick me like a dog. But remember my name—[King of Dreams]!"