Chapter 43

【Naked sprint for the rankings, new week, seeking all kinds of support~~~】

On the main road, a battle was raging!

On one side were nearly a hundred players, including seventy to eighty cannon fodder at the sixth and seventh levels of Mingjin, twenty to thirty experts at the eighth and ninth levels, and over a dozen experts at the Dark Force level. Half of them were brought by Hong Qingsong, and the other half were from the Special Operations Team. On the other side, there were only two people.

One of them wielded two crutches, though he had a disabled leg, he moved like lightning through the crowd, resembling a spider on the rampage. No, spiders don't kick people.

This guy, with his two crutches, one leg, and another leg bound with a sharp blade, kicked up, down, left, right, horizontally, and vertically... wherever he went, it was like a whirlwind sweeping away the fallen leaves. Ordinary players couldn't even get close to him; with each kick, they were sent flying, knocking down the players behind them.

Experts might be able to get close, but often after just two or three rounds, they were thrown into disarray by his bizarre footwork and cunning attacks, ending up in the same situation as the ordinary players.

Of course, this was Dugu Fuxin's recognized big brother, Li Shuwen's twelfth disciple, one of the top twenty on the Republic of China Master Wanted List, the battle maniac Li Shier.

However, compared to the person fighting alongside him, Li Shier's fierce performance was really nothing to boast about...

Is this... still not impressive enough?!

Yes. On the surface, he was indeed fighting brilliantly, but the key was that he couldn't kill anyone. Players, once knocked back, could just take a potion in the back and immediately return to full health and status, ready to re-engage. The number of players was not what it was last night, and if he recklessly pursued them into the enemy ranks, he would have to consider the consequences.

In contrast, the other person wore a coarse long robe, a six-tile hat, and carried the slender Gong Er on his back. He moved through the crowd with ease, as if strolling in a courtyard, without any of Li Shier's flashy moves.

Facing an opponent, he lightly sidestepped the attack, and his palm, like a fish gliding through water, struck out. "Pfft!" A player spat blood and collapsed, unable to get up again.

In an instant, several players attacked simultaneously, slashing with knives and axes. But it was useless, just like facing a single player. He dodged the attacks, struck out with his palm, and instantly killed one; he dodged again, struck out again, and killed the second; the third, the fourth... he killed as many as he could, and no player could withstand a single strike.

Wherever he went, it seemed calm, unlike Li Shier's earth-shattering path, where the fallen bodies formed a winding trail, proving his combat prowess.

His unstoppable momentum was halted only when a Dark Force expert swung a knife at him.

Actually, it was the same as facing ordinary players. The Dark Force expert swung his knife, and this person sidestepped, his hand, like jade, lightly struck the chest with a "pfft." The Dark Force expert's body suddenly trembled, blood spurted from his mouth, and he stiffened, unable to move, but... at least he didn't die.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he extended his rarely used left hand... no, upon closer reflection, he had only used his right hand since the battle began, and this was the first time he used his left. "Pfft!" He delivered another palm strike!

The Dark Force expert's body trembled again, and he finally couldn't hold on, collapsing softly. He had only lasted one more strike than an ordinary person.

"Damn! Who is this? So fierce! Even a Dark Force expert can't take him in two strikes?" The expert fell, the flag broke, and the circle of players was terrified, their hair standing on end, and they screamed in panic.

At the very back of the battlefield, Hong Qingsong, sitting in an antique car, his squinty eyes suddenly widened: "Who? Who... who brought Gong Yutian here?!" Shock, fear, and anger.

Gong Yutian? Gong Yutian!

This powerhouse, who could defeat even Dark Force experts in two moves, could only be Gong Yutian.

The father of Gong Er, the undisputed protagonist of the Republic of China Master!

One of the undisputed masters of the Republic of China Master.

And at this moment, he was in his prime! Before the age of eighteen, Gong Er had traveled the world with her father, honing her skills and challenging various martial arts schools, which is why she said she was accustomed to the sight of blood and the sound of bones breaking.

With Gong Er here, Gong Yutian was clearly not far away. Although the task content was unknown, Dugu Fuxin could guess that the players had rescued Gong Er from a bandit stronghold and brought her to Gong Yutian, earning a reward.

Of course, the form could change, for example, like the current situation, where Gong Er was under an inescapable threat to her life. The players, lacking the strength to save her, could instead go to inform Gong Yutian... the reward would be less, but better than nothing.

Unfortunately, only players could undertake tasks; NPCs couldn't accept them. Even if Gong Er forcibly issued a task, it would be considered a violation and reset, just like when she planned to teach Li Shier the Gong family's sixty-four techniques. They could only rely on San Guang Budao.

But this had its advantages—speed!

San Guang Budao died and respawned in the county, found Gong Yutian, and Gong Yutian, upon receiving the news, rushed here without stopping. Just now, he had just emerged from the mountains, and this master had arrived, and it seemed... he hadn't even ridden a horse, he had run all the way! With this master in charge, a hundred or so players were no match at all!

Without reaching the Transformation level, one cannot be called a master.

Once at the Transformation level, Dark Force experts are mere dust, let alone the cannon fodder who haven't even reached the Dark Force level. One palm, one palm, a total of a hundred or so people, how many palms could they withstand? By the time Hong Qingsong shouted out the correct answer and the players accepted it, most of the players were already dead!

This was the power of a master!

Even in the lowest-level world, the gap between the top-tier characters and the low-tier combatants was no less than in the higher-level worlds.

"Gong, Gong, Gong Yutian? Isn't he the protagonist of the story? He, he, he's rebelling?"

"Damn, save me! Help! How unlucky, to encounter a mad master!"

The players finally realized the situation, and their morale plummeted to rock bottom. Yes, they were strong, they couldn't die, and they saw themselves as the natural protagonists of this world, viewing NPCs as ants, but in front of the protagonist, they had no advantage at all.

They were strong? The protagonist was even stronger, and only the best of the players could be compared to him. Not the so-called experts in this remote area, but the true experts who could be counted on one hand in this world.

They couldn't die? The protagonist also couldn't die.

Those who were killed screamed and wailed, crying out in despair... In the midst of despair, someone shouted randomly, "Master Gong? Why are you killing us? We, we came to save your daughter!"

"By helping a wanted NPC, aren't you afraid of being banned?"

Appealing to emotion and threatening with fear. Unfortunately, it only earned a cold snort from Gong Yutian, and his attacks became even faster and more ruthless.

Of course, it was useless, how could it be useful? After sending off San Guang Budao last night, Dugu Fuxin had been preparing for this moment...

All the players present, whether intentionally or unintentionally, actively or passively, had touched Gong Er and incurred her enmity. Gong Yutian seeking revenge for his daughter was a matter of course, and even the system couldn't stop it.

Killing was in vain, dying was in vain!