Chapter 52

Damn! Is this a martial arts fanatic? It turns out money is so easy to earn! Fang Yi clicked to accept the duel. After three seconds, the duel began. Seeing that the thief opposite did not enter stealth mode, Minghe Xiaojian did not hesitate, leaped forward, and swung his two-handed sword at the thief's head.

Minghe Xiaojian's fighting style was agile, and the slender longsword in his hand was the smallest type of two-handed weapon. However, in terms of attack speed, Fang Yi was a staunch follower of the first-strike strategy. As soon as Minghe Xiaojian moved, Fang Yi had already leaped to the thief's right side, two cold blades aiming directly at the weapon's hilt.

An inch longer means an inch stronger. In close combat with a warrior, the most important thing is distance. As an expert in playing warriors, Fang Yi naturally understood this. With a series of "clinks," the warrior Minghe Xiaojian was actually forced back two steps by the thief, though he did not take any damage, his offensive pattern was disrupted.

Fang Yi did not let up, his daggers targeting the opponent's lower body, while the scimitar, like a venomous snake, sought to strike the warrior's vital points. Minghe Xiaojian was clearly no amateur, his steps steady, the four-foot-long sword creating a series of beautiful sword flowers, each swing deflecting the thief's attacks.

But Qitun Shanhe, who was watching from the side, had already furrowed his brow, as he could see that Minghe Xiaojian was at a disadvantage. Minghe Xiaojian's strength was unquestionable, and his strength value was not as low as the elves' frail appearance suggested, yet he was being suppressed by a thief in a direct confrontation.

The situation should have been the opposite! Minghe Xiaojian thought the same. His strength was clearly much higher than the opponent's, but he couldn't leverage it. The thief opposite seemed like a ghost, as if he could see through every move and whether it was an attack or a defense.

With no choice but to defend, Minghe Xiaojian had already lost the possibility of victory. Fang Yi's attacks grew faster and faster, and after the dagger hit the elf warrior's wrist, his defense crumbled, and he quickly fell.

The defeated warrior did not look dejected, only puzzled. Fang Yi, on the other hand, frowned and looked at Minghe Xiaojian as if thinking about something. Just as Qitun Shanhe was about to come over to give the elf warrior a way out, Fang Yi spoke, "Have you participated in the PAW peak competition?"

Minghe Xiaojian was taken aback, then said happily, "You too? Which god are you? I don't remember..." Fang Yi waved his hand, interrupting Minghe Xiaojian, "I'm not a god."

"Then, can you tell me where I went wrong?" Minghe Xiaojian was extremely excited. The person opposite was clearly an expert. He had stopped at the top 100 in PAW due to a technical bottleneck and couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.

But seeing Fang Yi make a universal gesture, Minghe Xiaojian was a bit stunned—this guy really loved money, but it seemed a few gods had this kind of personality...

After Fang Yi, no, after charging a certain amount of tutoring fees, he fought another dozen rounds with Minghe Xiaojian. Minghe Xiaojian lost every time but became more and more spirited. It wasn't until dusk, when everyone was preparing to act, that they had to stop harassing Fang Yi.

Under the night sky, in a small team of thirty people, Qitun Shanhe and Minghe Xiaojian were discussing the duel of the day.

"How's it going, Xiaojian? Any leads?"

"Among the gods I know, there is indeed one with the ID 'Fangkuai,' but he's a warrior," Minghe Xiaojian said, cutting down a sneaking python, "As for his fighting style... I never had the chance to fight him, but others say that Fangkuai's fighting style is non-existent; he completely adapts to the situation during battles."

"In 'Miracle,' famous player IDs are protected for uniqueness, but why would a god change their class? I've never heard of this Fangkuai."

"Oh, that's because he used to play for money, apparently not interested in fame. Later, in the PAW peak competition..."

Fang Yi occasionally reported information to the team leader, directing the team toward their destination. With so many helpers, Fang Yi had no intention of exerting himself. These guild elites plus dozens of high-level druids aiding them, if they couldn't take down a camp of a hundred or so people, they might as well give up on building a base and quit the game.

Sure enough, under the encirclement of the elite team of Tianxia Baxie, the vanguard force of the Red Robe Mages was wiped out. At the same time, Fang Yi and Qitun Shanhe had already arrived at the hidden camp of the small Japanese team.

In player battles, there's no such thing as ambushing scouts. Once a teammate's icon turned gray, everyone knew something was up. Ambushing was just a fantasy. So after a round of long-range bombardment, Fang Yi's team directly rushed into the cave.

There were fewer than twenty Japanese players in the camp, but they were well-equipped and highly combat-effective. They started by shouting in Chinese, but when they saw they were surrounded with no hope of escape and the attacking players shouting slogans to eliminate the Japanese, they knew their identity was exposed and began shouting in Japanese to boost their morale.

Fang Yi soon faced the fat man he had seen earlier, a high-level monk with a round face and a small mustache. However, his combat ability was quite strong, and he killed one of Fang Yi's thieves right away.

So fat, he must be a lecherous monk! Fang Yi muttered, spitting at the fat monk. His hands were quick, blocking the opponent's iron fist, and his daggers stuck to the opponent's armpits and elbows like a bone disease, preventing the monk's combat techniques from being fully utilized. The keen scimitar enthusiastically targeted the monk's vital points.

In less than half a minute, the unfortunate monk was accidentally stabbed in the abdomen by the scimitar. The extremely high critical hit and the 16 points of poison damage that followed made the monk's eyes widen, and he decided to retreat, relying on his high agility to jump out of the battle.

Fang Yi wouldn't allow it. "Kick them when they're down" is our motto, and "digging up the graves of the childless and kicking the doors of widows" is the correct approach to dealing with Japanese friends. Before the monk could finish shouting "I am great...," Fang Yi's scimitar had already slashed diagonally at the fat man's soft neck.

"You stay here!" Fang Yi increased his strength, and a large, melon-like head flew into the sky. As the fat man's character turned into a streak of light and flew into the sky, a necklace surrounded by purple light and a round object fell from the corpse.

By the gods! Fang Yi was quick, grabbing the two items and throwing them directly into his backpack without looking. The ranger Xue Wu, who had been closely watching Fang Yi, missed by a step and shouted, "Rare equipment! Fangkuai, what are you doing? That's the team's loot!"