Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 563 - 380: The Melee Begins (Part 2)

The short and plump middle-aged man began issuing orders. Despite his unremarkable appearance, the rest of the team seemed to trust his arrangements. Immediately, an ordinary-looking young man who had once appeared at the big market town and a slightly short-haired woman approached the square.

The young man’s form changed as he advanced, his muscles rapidly swelling. In the blink of an eye, he grew three times larger, becoming a muscular youth. The slightly short-haired woman suddenly exuded a dangerous aura; her long hair seemed alive, lengthening and straightening, swinging furiously in the air like sharp iron wires slicing through the surrounding air.

As these two continued to approach the square ahead, the short and plump middle-aged man behind them also took his own action.

His round eyes turned suddenly to a desolate yellow, emitting a strange brilliance. Accompanying this vision, the ground on the distant square rose in places, with thick soil arms emerging, firmly wrapping around all the statues to restrict their movements with all their might. Especially, they grabbed the heads of the statues, preventing them from altering the direction of the purple light they emitted.

As for the remaining three, a medium-height yellow-haired young man, a young red-haired woman, and a strong young man with glasses, they each displayed their attacking tools and moved toward a corner of the square.

The yellow-haired young man used a short knife. Upon careful examination, one could notice a faint electrical current running along the blade.

The red-haired woman wielded a handgun, but her gun had no magazine or bullets in it, appearing somewhat strange.

The strong young man with glasses, belonging to the six-person group as a sensory ability user, pulled out two dart-shaped objects from his pocket. The darts were somewhat small, making one doubt their power.

"Ah!!! I’ve had enough of that!!! It’s my turn!!!"

A sudden sickly scream came from a slim youth at the center of the square, surrounded and shot at like a beehive by statues emitting purple beams—none other than Madbee.

The ability he possessed was revealed without a doubt in the previous moment—immortality and horrifying regenerative powers.

Even though his body had endured countless supposed deadly attacks, he didn’t die. He not only remained standing but could quickly recover after the attack, a reverse heaven-defying phenomenon indeed.

The youth shouted a few times and then suddenly burst out with speed, jumping out of the encirclement of statues attacking him.

His seemingly tattered body began astonishingly rapid regeneration, violating biological physics, and once nearly restored, his movement and attack speeds further increased significantly. He crazily assaulted the various statues controlled by soil arms, holding a dagger.

Each of his strikes carried far beyond ordinary strength, capable of cutting off parts of the statues, showcasing his second ability—strength enhancement.

Strength enhancement actually manifests in various forms for ability users.

Some users lean towards prolonged strength enhancement, requiring a certain time to unleash extraordinary power but maintaining it steadily.

Others are suited to combat-oriented explosive strength enhancement, like Madbee’s situation.

His strength could multiply several times within a short period, fully adaptable and controllable by his body, not only bringing him extraordinary attack power but also an amazing speed. Indeed, in many situations, strength can be transformed into speed.

Thus, the seven-member superpower team, just entering the Black Tower, commenced their first round of battle, jointly dismantling various statues into fragmented remains.

In reality, they had no actual reason to fight, solely because they encountered these enemies after entering the tower and couldn’t immediately leave. Seeing the enemies were not particularly strong, they began their methodical actions.

They currently haven’t found any traces of outsiders. More importantly, exploring this strange tower’s secrets is a crucial task appointed by their leader.

Wang Zhifan, after the locals entered the tower, paid special attention to their situation, analyzing the consequences of nearly 30 teams entering the tower and the best arrangements.

"Unexpectedly, the natives arrived two hundred strong. They’ve decisively determined to eliminate us players, entering the tower without hesitation, reflecting their knowledge of my tower’s peculiarity...but I’m a player myself and must bring some balancing measures to prevent the pity of merely a dozen players being wiped out by their rush."

Wang Zhifan’s current intentions are somewhat complex; beyond wanting the numerous locals to enter the tower to test the monsters for him, he also seeks to understand how the locals and remaining players handle opponents, an effective approach to gain knowledge. It also helps him discover the most valuable parts among players, eventually deciding who to "tax".

"For now, I’ll arrange five players to join you for some fun. The player’s individual combat power seems stronger than the natives; some native abilities might be tricky, but so far, none are entirely unmanageable. If necessary, I’ll step in personally."

Although Wang Zhifan currently appears more like a secret manipulator, playing with both natives and other players, he’s more inclined towards the players, having killed players but not natives.

The reason is undoubtedly this world is the natives’ main stage, and players are naturally disadvantaged. If he’s not for the players, once all other players are eliminated by the natives, the natives will surely set their sights on his Black Tower. Then, his troubles will be endless, affecting his walkthrough of this instance.

Only by maintaining the other players’ scale and letting them occasionally attract fire will he find true stability and success.

Thus, in the Black Tower, each native team encountered monster obstructions or attacks upon entry, with most choosing to engage, presumably to gather relevant information through battle.

Wang Zhifan offered special attention to Madbee’s team, ensuring that before finishing the statues in the square, five players were forcibly relocated to their position, triggering a forced chaotic skirmish.

"What happened?!"

"Why did I suddenly end up in this place!"

"There’s definitely something wrong with this tower!"

"OH! GOD!"

"Who teleported me!"

On a square inside the Black Tower, five players appeared scattered in the deserted corners. They were players from a recent battle outside the tower—three: a square-faced Xia Country middle-aged man, a young Asian female Assassin, and a Xia Country gunner who loved sneak attacks, plus two lucky picks by Wang Zhifan: a white male player and a black female player.

These individuals initially seemed bewildered upon shift but quickly shed such emotion, for the square also hosted seven natives who, upon noticing them, immediately ignited the flames of battle.

"Identified five dangerous outsiders! They likely used space means to descend!"

The strong young man with glasses was the first to report to the whole superpower team. He didn’t shout to communicate but employed his own ability to connect with all team members’ minds, a common means for Spirit ability users.

He had barely finished reporting when a thin figure rushed out with audacious arrogance toward the nearest player position to launch an attack—none other than Madbee with the immortality ability.

This person could be considered the most unique in the team, even the short and plump middle-aged leader found it hard to command him, allowing him to act freely while others coordinated as needed.

"Xiaomeng! You take the front! Glasses hide in the pit formed by me! Others coordinate freely! Attack freely! Aim to eliminate the enemy! Don’t deliberately hold back!"

In the minds of the five superpower team members, the short and plump middle-aged man’s further orders resounded. Upon discovering five outsiders, he was immediately on high alert, difficult to consider the leader’s capture demands.