Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 2298: Chapter 2299: Advanced Martial Simulation Mode, Mutual Slaughter (2nd Update)

The entire forest fell silent, with only the faint sound of the wind rustling through the treetops.

The massive mountain peaks were now shrouded in a mysterious purple fog, enveloping the battlefield with an intense and deadly aura.

At the same time, within the Martial Hall, a burst of uproar erupted.

"What’s going on with this progress bar? Why has it turned this color?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

On the light screen, the nine progress bars had turned a glaring blood-red.

Everyone’s faces were filled with panic, not knowing what was happening.

The elder who previously recognized the mid-level martial practice was now trembling all over, his lips quivering uncontrollably, as he stuttered.

"High... high-level martial practice! My God, it’s a high-level martial practice that hasn’t appeared once in a thousand years!"

With these words, the entire hall fell into dead silence.

High-level martial practice!

This term had only been seen by Family Head-level beings from ancient texts, and to other young people, it was unheard of!

Yet, the more that was so, the more this term was shrouded in mystery.

Someone quietly asked, "What is high-level martial practice?"

The elder took a deep breath and slowly explained, "This martial arena was constructed by an ancient Bing Family master, and the levels of the martial practice are controlled by the spirit of the rules within, completely impervious to external interference."

"Thousands of years ago, during the Bing Family’s heyday, nearly every martial practice was of mid-level. It was only later that, due to various reasons, low-level practices became the norm."

"But I was fortunate enough to hear my master mention that ten thousand years ago, when this martial arena was first built, the martial practices were of high-level!"

"What’s the difference between high-level and mid-level?" asked Long Yushu, who hadn’t spoken since entering.

The elder gave a bitter smile, "Of course, there’s a difference, and a significant one at that!"

"Low-level is merely to test the basic abilities of each family’s soldiers, while mid-level begins to involve battlefield skills and includes elimination, but high-level...."

The elder swallowed hard, "High-level involves the top-secret martial skills of the Bing Family and allows for fatalities!"

"What? Fatalities?"

"Exactly!" the elder nodded, "Which means that in the current martial arena, if someone dies, their soul will be absorbed by the spirit of the rules within, completely obliterated!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically.

Yue Qinghuan’s face quickly turned pale.

She also didn’t expect things to suddenly escalate to what they are now!

If anything were to happen to Xue An and the soldiers of the Yue Clan inside...

The consequences would be unimaginable!

"What are we going to do! My family’s legitimate son is still in there!"

"Yes, my blood heir is also inside. He is the successor I’ve carefully nurtured. If he dies, it will be a huge problem!"

"Is there any way to stop this martial practice now?" Sima Tiancheng suddenly asked.

The elder shook his head, "It’s impossible. If it were a low-level martial practice, it might be forcibly halted, but once it reaches a high-level state, no external force can interfere. Only when the martial practice ends can everything be stopped!"

Everyone fell silent, then simultaneously looked at the glaring red progress bar on the light screen.

Who would have thought that a seemingly ordinary martial practice would turn into this!

Yue Qinghuan secretly clenched her fists, her palms sweaty.

Xue An... you have to hang in there!

A gentle breeze brushed through the treetops, and in the sky, the star similar to the sun was gradually dimming.

Hidden beneath the tall trees, the forest darkened more quickly!

Some faintly glowing shrubs added an eerie gloominess to the darkness.

And amidst these ubiquitous shadows, several creatures were stealthily moving.

These creatures, at first glance, looked like members of the Human Clan, but they had no facial features, and their entire bodies were covered in pale green tendrils, resembling invisible armor as they swiftly maneuvered through the dense forest.

Soon, they appeared behind some Long Family soldiers, silently approaching, moving stealthily like ghosts, without making a single sound.

Splat, splat, splat!

These soldiers didn’t even have time to grunt before the creatures’ arms pierced through their heads.

The freshly mixed blood and brain matter seeped into the creatures’ skin as it flowed.

In the blink of an eye, these soldiers were drained into mummies, turning into ash as they fell.

After doing all this, the creatures’ bodies swayed slightly, and facial features such as noses and ears emerged on the previously featureless faces, quickly evolving into eyes and mouths.

In a flash, they transformed into the soldiers who had just died, then quickly moved forward, soon merging into the main force of the Long Family.

At this moment, Long Zhan teetered on the brink of rage.

He simply couldn’t understand why, when all he wanted was to kill Xue An, such a simple task had been thwarted again and again.

Now, he was forced to stealthily move through this damned dense forest.

His heart burned with fury.

The Commander-in-Chief of the Long Family saw his dissatisfaction and coldly chuckled to himself but didn’t bother with him.

After all, he was the Family Head’s most favored son; there was no point in provoking him.

Now, the most important task was to find supplies in this dense forest and kill any soldiers from other families that they encountered.

After all this time, they hadn’t even seen a shadow, let alone found supplies.

Even so, the Commander-in-Chief didn’t dare let down his guard.

Just then, the soldiers disguised by the creatures returned.

As soon as he saw them, the Commander-in-Chief immediately asked, "How is it? Did you detect any traces of people moving around?"

The soldiers shook their heads but said nothing, stepping forward instead.

The Commander-in-Chief was taken aback, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy.

What’s going on?

Why are these soldiers acting so strangely?

Although puzzled, the Commander-in-Chief didn’t suspect them and simply barked, "Why aren’t you speaking? Have you gone mute?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier at the front suddenly lunged forward, his arm instantly transforming into green tendrils that thrust at the Commander-in-Chief.

The Commander-in-Chief never dreamed that his underlings would turn against him.

Caught off guard, he only managed to dodge slightly, but the tendrils still pierced his shoulder.

Thud!

A muffled sound followed.

The Commander-in-Chief let out a stifled groan of pain because it hurt too much.

It wasn’t the arm injury that pained him, but the way the tendrils, once inside, turned into fine fibers, burrowing upward along his veins.

But as the Commander-in-Chief of the Long Family, this person was not ordinary. Without hesitation, he sliced off the arm impaled by the tendrils with a swift stroke of his other hand.