Summoning Players into My Game

He originally thought that in this game, the NPCs would simply suppress others with their level, but now he was truly shocked.

In such a highly realistic virtual setting as High Martial Descent, even NPCs cannot defy the physics engine. Achieving this requires not only great strength but also extraordinary skills.

To think that a game's NPC could master such techniques is simply unheard of.

"No wonder the instructor wanted us to enter the game. This game really has something to it," said Luring Moonlight with an arrow in his side, gazing excitedly at Galon standing proudly in the distance.

The daily training for Cosmic Mercenaries was extremely tough, but for these elites, such training couldn't satisfy them. After all, their aim was to become legends in the mercenary realm, hoping one day to single-handedly take down an entire gang.

If they only underwent routine mercenary training, such aspirations would be impossible, and their daily training lacked real opponents for life-and-death combat.

But now, experiencing the near-reality of High Martial Descent, with such a formidable NPC as an opponent, how could one not be thrilled?

If they could train in such an environment, even if they don't become legends in the mercenary realm, at the very least, they could make a name for themselves.

"It seems we can't escape," sighed Sixth Man on the Fence, watching a group of Defense Corps leaders approaching quickly, "This mission cost is really high; there goes my extra meal budget for the next few days."

"It's worth it," laughed Luring Moonlight, looking at the approaching Three-Eyed Race leader, "If this were a real mission, we'd all be dead now. But here, you can buy a life for just 648, a dream come true in reality."

"True, I wonder if the instructor will reimburse us," pondered Sixth Man on the Fence, nodding, finding the cost indeed very low. He then cultivated the Fixed Star Explosion Visualization Technique, his brain instantly becoming scorching hot, soon dying with blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Others also began practicing the Fixed Star Explosion Visualization Technique, hoping to gain something before death, as it was the most life-costing cultivation technique in the Martial Arts Hall.

Even the instructor said that if they were on the verge of death, it was a good time to cultivate the Fixed Star Explosion Visualization Technique, allowing them to give their death some value, thereby indirectly saving on cultivation costs.

"Did they all commit suicide?" Galon was surprised to hear the report from his subordinate captains, not expecting the disciples of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall to be so fierce, a rarity among major powers.

However, Mans, standing nearby, turned increasingly grim upon hearing that all six had died.

"Is there a problem with them dying?" Galon, noticing Mans's change in expression, curiously asked.

"Lord Galon, you might not know, but those from the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall are all madmen," Mans took a deep breath and spoke seriously, "The Two-Headed Gang's annihilation in the suburbs was because the son of the gang leader killed a few ordinary disciples of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. That very night, the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall attacked the Two-Headed Gang's base, wiping them out entirely. Now that their disciples have died on our side, if the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall finds out, they definitely won't spare our White Feather Gang."

Although the White Feather Gang had always wanted to deal with the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, it was only in secret. Now, with the death of six Black Obsidian disciples, who knows if they had sent messages before dying.

If the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall learns that all six died at the White Feather Gang's base, they will certainly come for revenge.

"So that's what you're worried about," Galon nonchalantly smiled, "Rest assured, I'll stay here for a while, and not only me, the other two might also come soon. When the three of us are here, it would be welcome if the Black Obsidian Martial Artists come, and if they don't, we've already planned with the other two to confront them in Red Moon Town."

The White Feather Gang said they would notify them as soon as the Black Obsidian Martial Artists left.

But none of the three of them wanted to waste too much time on the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, and waiting for too long didn't match their temperaments. They preferred to take the initiative.

If the Black Obsidian Martial Artists willingly come, they would be more than welcome.

"Lord Galon, for this outing, Hall Master Lin Qi of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall is accompanying them. If he comes, it could be troublesome," Mans cautiously reminded Galon, who seemed unconcerned.

The Feather Race and the Ape Race had promised the three they would hold back Lin Qi, the Bone Forging Realm master, but they needed a pretext to restrain Lin Qi under the banner of Chasing Light City.

However, if Lin Qi directly attacks now, no one would be able to restrain him.

"If he comes, all the better," Galon said with anticipation, "While we three are eager to challenge the two disciples who killed Steel Bone and Sharp Fang, we still need pressure from a Bone Forging Realm master to truly test ourselves. If we three join forces against him, it might even lead to a breakthrough."

"Moreover, we're planning to go to Red Moon Town, and to be safe, we've invited Vice-Captain Mihos, with him present at the Middle Stage of Bone Forging Realm. Even if we are defeated, Vice-Captain Mihos can step in to intervene."