Chapter 8: An Unconventional Beast Show
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Witnessing this scene, Huan Xiao gained a completely new understanding of the cunning tricks involved. This amusement park shamelessly exploits ghost energy just to make money—no wonder it hasn’t received a single good review. This isn’t a place where customers enjoy games; it’s more like the amusement park is playing with the customers.
But the person with abundant ghost energy looked very powerful. Seeing the situation shifting, Huan Xiao planned to continue watching—perhaps even these eleven people couldn’t defeat him?
After all, Huan Xiao was well aware of how formidable ghost energy could be.
The figure with the most ghost energy was a middle-aged man, robust and muscular, looking like someone capable of killing a bull. In contrast, the other eleven were much weaker—men, women, and even an elder among them.
It didn’t look good. The three people who possessed ghost energy collectively barely matched the amount on the middle-aged man. Unless something unexpected happened, the middle-aged man was bound to win this group fight.
The crowd below erupted in shouts.
“Attack! Tear them apart!”
“If you don’t win, I’ll come up and eat you myself.”
“You useless fools, throw away your stupid brains and kill them all, quick!”
Unlike the fierce crowd below, the twelve on stage clearly hadn’t anticipated the game unfolding like this.
A frail-looking man begged the middle-aged man: “Boss, I don’t want to fight you. Please show mercy; I’ll admit defeat right now.”
The only woman among them, one of the four who had ghost energy, frowned and said, “He’s a Level 6 spirit controller. How are the three of us at Level 3 supposed to fight him? These ghost creatures are absurd—they never intended to let us survive.”
“Brother, please show mercy. We’re all humans; we should unite.”
“How about we just pretend and let you knock us down? I don’t think we need to get serious…”
The middle-aged man’s eyes were cold, clearly not taking their pleas seriously.
Having gone through several games, he had long lost the ability to trust others. His life was in his own hands now; any softness was unwarranted.
“Enough talk. Attack!”
His words silenced the others.
Seeing that he was serious, hatred filled the eyes of the eleven.
At this moment, the red circle mask took out a button and smiled as she said:
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“Hee hee, guests, don’t celebrate too soon. A duel is only interesting if it’s fair. Let me boost these beasts a bit.”
She pressed the button.
Suddenly, ghost energy surged from the collars of the eleven people—everyone except the middle-aged man was enveloped in it.
A thin layer of ghost energy appeared on the eleven.
Huan Xiao carefully observed the colors of the collars: the middle-aged man’s collar was black, while the others’ were gray.
So this group fight had been predetermined from the start. No wonder some ghosts had channeled their energy to everyone except the middle-aged man—they must have seen the difference early on.
The eight who originally had no ghost energy now shone with a trace of fanaticism in their eyes.
“This is… ghost energy? I’ve become a spirit controller!”
“Great! Now that I have ghost energy, we can definitely beat him.”
“It doesn’t even hurt at all. I heard the failure rate for becoming a spirit controller is as high as eighty percent. Am I just lucky?”
The three who already had ghost energy among the eleven shook their heads, unwilling to dampen their spirits. After all, once the game ended, they’d understand the drawbacks of gaining ghost energy this way… if they survived.
The middle-aged man’s expression grew serious upon seeing them empowered.
The twelve on stage showed varied expressions, locked in a tense standoff without movement.
Surprisingly, the guests below, instead of protesting the red circle mask’s unauthorized empowerment of the “beasts,” cheered enthusiastically.
“This is much more exciting! Fight, fight!”
“You useless swine, if you lose, I’ll come up and devour you!”
“So delicious. After the match, can I buy him?”
“I want to cut off his limbs, soak them in wine, add some baby’s eyes—it would be so tasty.”
Seeing the guests roused, the red circle mask urged the twelve “beasts” on stage:
“Hurry up and perform! Your existence brings joy to the guests. It’s your honor to kneel and thank them for their enthusiasm!”
Under her pressure, the twelve human combatants stopped hesitating, because the middle-aged man struck first…
Ghost energy spread across the stage, eerie and daunting.
Seeing that only the middle-aged man skillfully controlled his ghost energy while others struggled, Huan Xiao felt a strange sense of relief.
So she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t use ghost energy properly after all.
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Amid the guests’ excited cheers, the twelve had been fighting for half an hour with no clear winner.
Noticing the growing impatience among the guests, the red circle mask initiated a countdown.
“Guests, if the beasts haven’t decided a victor in ten minutes, I’ll hand them over to you all for your enjoyment!”
The announcement sent the entire crowd into an uproar. Even passersby stopped to watch.
A little girl in red joined the crowd, chewing on a bloodied liver.
A person wrapped entirely in bandages lingered nearby, eyes greedy and eager, fixated on the twelve on stage.
A woman in a half-red wedding dress held a bouquet, watching nearby with apparent delight…
Huan Xiao realized the people on stage had finally stopped faking—it was serious now!
At first, it was indeed interesting to watch, but after a while, it grew rather dull. Her gaze drifted around, and she pulled out her phone to check the time.
Time was flying. Only two hours remained before she could leave.
Now, Huan Xiao felt like a student watching the clock, eager to rush out to the cafeteria for a meal—such excitement only she could understand…
Time passed quickly, and ten minutes ended.
“The match is over! No winner this round!”
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