Now, on the arena, Pei Yan looks troubled at the two people in front of him, who are barely hanging on. Judging by their appearance, they don't seem ready to give up. The body-enhancing and powerful recovery abilities inherent to these fighters means they've got the strength to put up a stubborn resistance despite injuries that would incapacitate an ordinary person.
"Why don't you both just quit?" Pei Yan raised his dual guns and sighed as he aimed at the two. Though they just met today, it's still just a friendly match within their system. There's no deep hatred between them. Should he really shoot them again?
"You brat, you're not the only one with the courage and wisdom to make a last-ditch comeback. Don't underestimate people!" Shen Bing's twitching mouth curled into a slight, triumphant smile.
Seeing this smile, Pei Yan's eyebrows furrowed as he suddenly realized something and turned back, only to see Han Wei, whom he had knocked down earlier, charging forward with large strides.
As Pei Yan raised his aim earlier, Han Wei had already used his Spiritual Power to focus his mind on his abdomen. Although he couldn't completely block the bullet's attack, he did dissipate much of its force. The bullet only pierced through his abdominal muscles before he forcefully stopped it.
Taking advantage as Pei Yan shifted his focus, Han Wei transmitted the final battle plan through his thoughts.
Pei Yan didn't dwell further as he aimed his gun at Han Wei's legs. This time, he had to completely defeat him! Suddenly, with a clang at his ear, startled he turned back, and Shen Bing, exerting his arms with bursts of Qi Force from his body, forced out the bullets inside him. He leaped up, delivering a punch at Pei Yan who had no time to retrieve his mask.
At the critical moment, weighing pros and cons, Pei Yan instinctively chose to deal with the mentally intimidating Shen Bing. He leaned back, raised his knee, and struck a hard knee-elbow into Shen Bing's chest.
"Puh!" Shen Bing's punch grazed Pei Yan's raised neck, causing him to fall onto Pei Yan's thighs, spitting a mouthful of blood as his hands weakened and dropped, disappearing from the arena in a flash.
At this time, Zhao Xian, who had always played a supporting role, stepped forward. Pei Yan, seeing this, raised his gun with his left hand, aiming to shoot, but Zhao Xian gripped his wrist, deflecting the shot to the arena. Zhao Xian cried out in agony as his remaining hand was pierced through by a sharp spike protruding from Pei Yan's wrist.
In the blink of an eye, Han Wei arrived! Leaping, he punched at Pei Yan's forehead. The distance was too close! Pei Yan couldn't ascertain firing the gun at such proximity wouldn't be fatal, and with no choice, he discarded his electromagnetic gun, delivering a powerful punch on Han Wei's previous wound.
Gravely injured, Han Wei gritted his teeth, lightly tapped Pei Yan's face with his fist, leaving a satisfied smile before disappearing from the arena.
Just as Pei Yan was perplexed by such a feeble attack, suddenly his mind exploded with intense pain.
"Wow, this guy's crazy taking on five at once!"
"Look, Bing is risking it all!"
"Way to go, Bing! Take him down!"
"Hey, that female teammate of theirs is so cool! Whoever dares to ask for her number gets a treat from me!"
"What's wrong with him?"
Countless voices and thoughts from countless people flooded Pei Yan's mind. It felt like his head had suddenly turned into a noisy marketplace! His brain short-circuited instantly, interrupting the mechanical state of his hands. He clutched his head, knelt on the ground, and twitched in pain.
Below the arena, Han Wei, who had been transmitted out, hadn't regained his previous state, rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground.
His comrades and Liu Xuan hurriedly surrounded him. Those who came out earlier, like Shen Bing, weakly leaned against the stairs and said, "His physical condition shouldn't be a big problem, but his internal source and Spiritual Power are severely exhausted."
"What did you do at the last moment?" Xiaoxia looked at Pei Yan, writhing in pain on the arena, stepped forward, grabbed Shen Bing's collar, and questioned.
"Hey, let go of him!" Shen Bing's comrades saw this, immediately rushed forward, shielded him, and glared at Xiaoxia, shouting.
"At the last moment, he exhausted all his power to briefly link everyone's spoken words and thoughts in his mind with that kid's brain." Shen Bing smirked, falling into his comrade's arms.
Hu Wenjun pulled Xiaoxia back, reprimanding, "Calm down, Xiaoxia, watch your conduct, it's all fair on the arena! Besides, Pei Yan showed restraint on multiple occasions!"
"Sorry, I was reckless!" Xiaoxia lowered her proud head, softly apologizing upon hearing this.
Shen Bing shook his head indifferently, "It's alright, I understand how you feel," he then glanced at the arena with a complex expression, "I didn't want to admit it, but he is strong and indeed cunning."
Upon hearing his words, everyone's gaze once again shifted to the arena.
Zhao Xian's arms drooped, blood incessantly dripping from his hands, as he approached the kneeling Pei Yan, who was drooling as he was struck by headache, delivering a kick that toppled him before using an arm to weakly press his hand on Pei Yan's face, sending plumes of smoke into Pei Yan's nose and mouth.
"What does that smoke do?" Gu Shenghui turned to Liu Xuan beside him, loudly questioning.
"It's knockout gas, with certain anesthetic effects. In team fights, it doesn't manifest to prevent hurting teammates. Now in one-on-one, it can be released. When Pei Yan completely loses consciousness, he will be transported out of the arena. We still win this battle!" Liu Xuan took off his military cap and wiped his cold sweat as he said.
Gu Shenghui hurried toward the other side of the arena. He shouted loudly at Elder Lin, who had been watching from the arena's blind spot to prevent accidents and rescue people at any time: "Elder Lin!"
Elder Lin heard the call and without Gu Shenghui saying more, he slowly floated to Pei Yan and Zhao Xian's side, ready to intervene if Pei Yan, losing consciousness, went berserk to harm Zhao Xian.
"Old Gu, what are you doing?" Liu Xuan, who caught up, asked puzzled. It's not that he worried about Elder Lin pulling any favors; working together for years, he understood Elder Lin's disposition and character.
"Don't ask, Lao Liu! Old Gu has your soldiers' interests in mind on the stage. Keep watching, regardless, there will be a winner eventually." Instructor Miao interjected to explain, having understood Gu Shenghui's remarks following the previous night's incident.
As the fog gradually enveloped, Pei Yan's convulsing body gradually relaxed, seeming as though he truly was about to fall asleep. All those on and under the stage sighed in relief; ending this way wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
But at this moment, Pei Yan, whose eyes were already half-closed, suddenly opened them. His right hand swung, transforming into mechanical blades, swiftly lifted, and slashed at Zhao Xian's left hand resting on his face.
Zhao Xian, who had never relaxed his vigilance, immediately raised his hand and retreated when Pei Yan opened his eyes. Pei Yan relentlessly rose, stabbing with a second strike when the blade halted mid-air. Elder Lin's softly glowing white hand grasped the blade's back.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Countless spikes sprouted from the blade aimed at Elder Lin's hand, but upon encountering the white light, they couldn't advance, forcibly suppressed back into the blade.
Elder Lin looked into Pei Yan's crimson eyes, his voice resounded like a great bell in Pei Yan's ear, "Pei Yan, are you still Pei Yan?"
"Elder Lin, let go! I am me!"