First battle

"There are many footsteps approaching. Several of them are distinctly different from the others."

Rose with Leg Hair's expression was solemn.

"They seem to be Martial Artists. Be careful, they might be hostile."

Night Raid Widow Village was dumbfounded, "You can hear that? Sister Rose, are you part dog?"

Martial Artists are individuals whose strength lies between that of ordinary people and Transcendent.

They spend their lives pursuing great power but disdain relying on "external forces" like gene modification agents to break through their limits.

Martial Artists usually have family or faction legacies, and they are backed by plenty of Transcendent, making them a difficult group to provoke.

Rose with Leg Hair sighed helplessly, "Figure out how to deal with this, idiot. Clearly, Brother Fu called for backup."

Soon, over forty people aggressively approached the six of them.

"Holy crap, Brother Fu has good connections."

Your Dad Flies in the Sky exclaimed in surprise and then took a step back, shielding the other five people.

Father Can Rival a Nation walked up to the group, raising an eyebrow, "I'm preparing to establish a Guild."

"As long as you kneel and beg, 'Brother Long, spare us,' and hand over all your resources, I can forgive your previous offense and allow you to join my Guild."

This guy also plans to form a Guild?

The six exchanged glances and silently put all their equipment into their backpacks.

There was no other reason.

Heads can roll, blood can flow.

But equipment must not be lost!

"They outnumber us; the advantage is theirs," Your Dad Flies in the Sky instantly assessed the situation. "Widow, hold them off, we retreat!"

Night Raid Widow Village: "???"

"Flies in the Sky, you bunch of Warriors are running away, are you seriously going to leave me, a weak and helpless Mage Lord, to cover the retreat?"

"Holy crap! Where is the exit button?!"

Rose with Leg Hair, frustrated by their lack of resolve, shouted, "Doggy, Shen Qing, you two hold them off, everyone else retreat!"

"Everyone attack! Don't let them escape!"

The taciturn Pancake Doggy and My Deepest Affection exchanged glances and instinctively blocked the path for the other four... Meanwhile, Chen Xu, who had just caught up on some sleep, saw the message in the group chat.

My Cat Can Do Backflips: "Boss, we're being targeted by a Brother Fu. They have some strength and managed to rally forty-two people instantly. They also seem to be planning to form a Guild."

Rose with Leg Hair: "However, we've already mined the obvious crystal leaf fern and the shallow dark energy crystal, so their combat power won't increase too ridiculously in the short term."

A competitor appeared so quickly?

Although it was expected, Chen Xu still felt a sense of urgency.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this was just a game, but he knew better than anyone that this was actually an enormous opportunity.

Chen Xu's fingers flew across the keyboard:

"Did you die in the game?"

In this game, there is a big difference between logging off due to death and actively logging off.

Logging off due to death requires an eight-hour cooldown, while actively logging off or being forced offline by the countdown only requires a two-hour cooldown.

My Cat Can Do Backflips: "No, with Brother Dog and Shen Qing covering the rear, the four of us managed to retreat safely."

That's good... Chen Xu's brow relaxed.

Just then, Pancake Doggy and My Deepest Affection both spoke up:

Pancake Doggy: "We're done for. The opponent had about a dozen Martial Artists."

My Deepest Affection: "We have to wait eight hours to log back in. Boss, you must help us get revenge!"

Sorrowful Sword Elegy: "Leave the rest to me. Cat Master, how was your haul?"

My Cat Can Do Backflips: "A total of six white Sapper Shovels, six green Sapper Shovels, four hundred yuan energy, and seventeen dark energy crystal."

Rose with Leg Hair: "Doggy and Shen Qing's resources are in my backpack."

Night Raid Widow Village: "Boss, that Brother Fu on the other side is extremely petty. If we don't beat him into submission, he'll probably keep targeting us."

Chen Xu's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Once you log in, immediately exchange all the dark energy crystal for yuan energy and gift it to me. Don't worry about the rest."

The six had no objection to Chen Xu's words.

Three years of fighting together in the infinite sequence had long instilled in them an extraordinary sense of teamwork and strategic perspective.

The rich get richer first, then help the poor get rich later.

Only if the Boss eats meat first can they drink soup, eat meat, and eventually stop eating beef... The seven waited for the exact moment. Once the cooldowns for Chen Xu and the remaining four hit zero, the five simultaneously pressed their Game Pod buttons.

"It's all up to you, Boss!" Your Dad Flies in the Sky skillfully hid beneath a giant fern.

Sorrowful Sword Elegy nodded and exchanged for a green Greatsword and a pair of green Combat Boots.

Greatsword (Green): Attack +40, Defense +10, Speed -10. (400 yuan energy)

Combat Boots (Green): Speed +30. (500 yuan energy)

When they found Father Can Rival a Nation, he was sitting on a rock, wiping the green spear in his hand.

The rest of his men were busy 'huffing and puffing' while mining.

It was clear that during the time the others were offline, the opponent had also acquired their starting capital.

However, seeing the team of lackeys now reduced to only thirty-one people, it was obvious the process hadn't been smooth.

"Who are you?"

Father Can Rival a Nation spotted the Greatsword in his opponent's hand immediately.

"Fifty thousand alliance coins. I'll buy it."

Sorrowful Sword Elegy pointed his sword at Father Can Rival a Nation: "Get down from that rock. Also, we found this mining spot first, so please leave."

Hearing that this fellow actually wanted to cut off their source of income.

The thirty-plus people who had been focused on mining all looked up, glaring menacingly at Sorrowful Sword Elegy and the others.

Father Can Rival a Nation raised an eyebrow.

He first used his spear to point at My Cat Can Do Backflips and the others, "Listen up, everyone, the promise of ten thousand alliance coins for killing one person still stands."

Then he pointed at Sorrowful Sword Elegy, "Kill these few, and you get a hundred thousand."

Sorrowful Sword Elegy's gaze instantly became sharp like a sword, "I hate it when people point weapons at me!"

"Exactly! Should good people be pointed at with weapons?!"

The moment Night Raid Widow Village opened his mouth, he felt his rear clench.

With a clang, the longsword in Sorrowful Sword Elegy's hand blocked the Sapper Shovel that was about to land on Night Raid Widow Village's head.

"Those who Enter the Dao through Martial Arts must strive to be first!"

"Gentlemen, your opponent is me!"

The dozen or so Martial Artists exchanged glances and rushed toward Sorrowful Sword Elegy.

Among these Martial Artists, only three used shovels; the rest used their fists.

The force of their fists was tyrannical, possessing the power to overturn mountains and seas.

"Hundred Beasts Form: Stealth Fox!"

With a full twenty points of speed bonus, Sorrowful Sword Elegy moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd of enemies.

He first dealt with the three Martial Artists wielding Sapper Shovels.

"Hundred Beasts Form!? That's a martial skill from the Transcendent Academy. Are you a Transcendent?"

One of the Martial Artists was filled with shock.

"What's there to be afraid of? This is a game, he can't use Transcendent abilities. Everyone starts from the same point!"

"That's right, relying solely on martial skills, the advantage is ours!"

Sorrowful Sword Elegy sneered, "If you were other Martial Artists, fine, but you bunch of half-baked Martial Artists dare to make a spectacle of yourselves?"

Martial Artists firmly believe that diligence can compensate for lack of talent, and martial arts can conquer heaven.

They were almost the most desperate group of people Sorrowful Sword Elegy had ever seen.

If they weren't truly mud that couldn't stick to the wall, or rotten wood that couldn't be carved...

Even if they wanted to spend their time and energy on the game, the factions or families behind them wouldn't allow it.

Therefore, the group of guys in front of Sorrowful Sword Elegy were probably the bitter gourds produced by the family of some martial arts powerhouse.

"You bastard who only spouts rubbish! Watch as I make you look for your teeth all over the floor!"

Night Raid Widow Village laughed loudly behind Sorrowful Sword Elegy, "Boss, they're getting desperate!"

"You're courting death!"

The figure, which was lunging like a fierce tiger, was cut in half by a cold flash of light before it reached Night Raid Widow Village, forcing an immediate log-off.

Facing the horrified stares of the crowd, Sorrowful Sword Elegy remained composed, "Aren't you curious why I am called Sorrowful Sword Elegy?"

With the +40 Attack, +10 Defense, and +20 Speed bonuses, Sorrowful Sword Elegy performed a dazzling display of the Mountain-Shattering Starfall Sword Dance.

Even though the Martial Artists had extraordinary coordination and worked together like an iron barrel.

They still retreated step by step against Sorrowful Sword Elegy's extremely powerful Greatsword.

As the last Martial Artist logged off, Sorrowful Sword Elegy turned and attacked Father Can Rival a Nation.

The fierce sword wind cut off a few strands of hair from Father Can Rival a Nation's forehead.

Just as the Greatsword was about to land on Father Can Rival a Nation's head, the spear in his hand tapped the blade "gently," like a spiritual snake.

This strike looked like a light touch, but it contained immense power and subtle technique, knocking Sorrowful Sword Elegy back over ten meters.

"You know martial skills?" Sorrowful Sword Elegy was quite surprised.

Father Can Rival a Nation smiled smugly, "You didn't really think this Young Master was a useless weakling, did you?"

Having said that, Father Can Rival a Nation leaped and attacked Sorrowful Sword Elegy.

Thrust, jab, lift, sweep, twist... Sorrowful Sword Elegy exchanged a few blows with the man and realized that this Brother Fu, who seemed like a fancy pillow, was actually... just a fancy pillow.

This person had strong upper body power but an unstable lower stance. He possessed godly strength but lacked the courage to charge forward, attacking timidly and relying entirely on technique.

Yet, Father Can Rival a Nation was like a frog in a well, seeing only a sliver of the sky, believing his strength was equal to Sorrowful Sword Elegy's.

Father Can Rival a Nation raised his eyebrows, "How was that?"

"Too much technique, insufficient foundation, unstable lower stance, form without soul."

"You!"

The smile on Father Can Rival a Nation's face instantly froze. His eyes bloodshot, he stabbed toward Sorrowful Sword Elegy.

With a clang, the spear flew out of his hand.

The critically injured Father Can Rival a Nation fell to the ground, his gaze toward Sorrowful Sword Elegy changing slightly:

"You are indeed strong. Join my Guild. How about I give you one million a month?"

Sorrowful Sword Elegy smiled, "You should treat me as your competitor."

"See you in eight hours, Brother Fu."