Chapter 79: Players: Deng Mao Thinks He Can Order Me Around?
Deng Mao sneered. The next moment, without another word, he charged forward with his saber in hand.
The twin blades in his hands whirled, stirring fierce gusts through the air.
One strike after another came crashing down, blade winds pouring toward Xiao Wen from all directions.
Xiao Wen remained completely calm, without the slightest change in expression.
The Profound Spirit Battle Halberd in his hand thrust forward. Borrowing the momentum of the Flying Tiger beneath him, he launched a fierce stab.
The halberd shot out and collided directly with the great saber.
A dragon's roar suddenly rang out from its tip, and a phantom dragon could vaguely be seen.
Clang!
A muffled sound erupted as the battle halberd and great saber collided. A visible ripple spread outward in all directions.
Parry! HP -9.
Parry! HP -49.
Red damage numbers rose above Deng Mao and Xiao Wen's heads.
Xiao Wen felt a tremendous force surge toward him, numbing his palms.
Even the Flying Tiger beneath him growled repeatedly before finally calming down.
This guy is pretty strong!
Facing an opponent three levels above him was indeed somewhat difficult.
Even with skills activated, the gap still existed.
The thought flashed through Xiao Wen's mind.
However, he did not dwell on it for long.
After a brief pause came a relentless offensive as fierce as a storm.
No matter what, he had to keep this guy occupied and buy time for Ma Chao.
As long as Ma Chao, empowered by the White Dragon Cavalry, could kill Cheng Zhiyuan, he would be able to return and join forces with him.
At that point, killing Deng Mao would no longer be impossible.
Just as this thought crossed Xiao Wen's mind, battle cries suddenly erupted from all around.
Countless people shouted as they charged from every direction with weapons in hand, all targeting Xiao Wen.
The corners of Xiao Wen's mouth twitched. It was obvious that these people were players.
And they were players enslaved by money!
Damn it!
For the sake of claiming Dongning Pavilion's reward of five hundred thousand Jiuzhou Coins for killing me, you people are really united.
You've actually stopped attacking the city just to gang up on me.
So many of you hunting down one person—doesn't your conscience hurt?
But...
This might actually be my opportunity.
The idea flashed through Xiao Wen's mind. He leaped from the tiger's back, took out the Tiger Token, and stored the Flying Tiger inside it.
Then he fixed his gaze on Deng Mao, revealing a row of white teeth as he grinned.
"Yellow Turban rebels are nothing more than this! You're all idiots, and the people who taught you are idiots too. Even those so-called Generals of Heaven above you are complete idiots!"
The moment those words were spoken, Deng Mao's eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became unusually rapid.
As a Yellow Turban warrior, the reverence they held for Zhang Jiao was beyond words. They would never allow anyone to insult the god they worshipped in their hearts.
At this moment—
Rage: MAX!
"Kill!"
With a furious roar, Deng Mao charged.
Xiao Wen remained calm, his expression unchanged.
The Profound Spirit Battle Halberd thrust forward. Around him, the Dragon-Python Body Protection phantom emerged. Dragon roars and python hisses echoed endlessly.
Visible soundwaves spread outward from a single point.
Roar!
At the same time, Xiao Wen's aura suddenly surged to a higher level.
The Profound Spirit Battle Halberd struck again, colliding with Deng Mao once more.
The two exchanged blows repeatedly, clashing several times in rapid succession.
However, Xiao Wen remained at a disadvantage the entire time, constantly being suppressed by Deng Mao.
Even so, Xiao Wen's expression never changed.
As he fought, he gradually adjusted his position, deliberately moving closer to the players of the Yellow Turban camp who were charging toward him.
Deng Mao noticed this but said nothing. Apparently, he could not figure out what Xiao Wen was planning.
Instead, he became even more enthusiastic.
His saber swung like a windmill, delivering wide, powerful attacks directly at Xiao Wen.
Before long, Xiao Wen's tiger's mouth split open from the impacts, blood flowing out. His arms grew numb, his stamina declined, and he began breathing heavily.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Another series of violent collisions erupted.
In a flash of sparks, Xiao Wen's halberd stabbed forward repeatedly without pause.
Yet after this exchange, Deng Mao, who had been fighting at the peak of his momentum, suddenly froze.
As Xiao Wen wondered what had happened, he noticed a chip in Deng Mao's saber.
The weapon's durability is almost gone?
The thought crossed Xiao Wen's mind.
He glanced at his own Profound Spirit Battle Halberd. Cold light radiated from the blade, sharp and flawless, without even the slightest nick.
Only then did he relax.
According to the game's mechanics, high-tier weapons not only provided superior stats but also possessed far greater durability.
When high-tier and low-tier weapons clashed repeatedly, the difference in quality created suppression.
This suppression was reflected in weapon durability.
Low-tier weapons would rapidly lose durability when facing higher-tier weapons. Their blades would chip, curl, lose effectiveness, or even break apart entirely.
All of these were signs of durability being exhausted.
Of course, "durability" was merely a term players used. Although the game clearly had such a system, the developers never officially acknowledged it.
After all, these mechanics had been discovered by players themselves.
Xiao Wen had never expected that Deng Mao, despite being a deputy general of the Yellow Turbans, would wield such a poor weapon.
It couldn't even withstand a prolonged exchange against the Profound Spirit Battle Halberd.
At most, it was only a Silver-grade weapon.
The thought flashed through his mind, and Xiao Wen immediately realized his chance had arrived.
Just as he was about to press the attack and finish Deng Mao, several chilling gusts suddenly rushed toward him from behind, making every hair on his body stand on end.
His expression sharpened instantly.
Without hesitation, he stepped forward, moving through the Nine Palaces footwork. His body swayed like a swimming dragon, effortlessly dodging every incoming attack.
It was the Yellow Turban players launching their assault.
"Kill him! Kill Dog God and claim the bounty!"
"Brother God, lend me your head for a bit. We'll split the reward fifty-fifty afterward."
"Take down the corrupt official! Yellow Turbans will never be slaves!"
...
A chorus of noisy shouts filled Xiao Wen's ears.
His expression remained calm, though a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.
The next second, instead of retreating, he charged directly into the crowd of players.
Before leaving, he even hooked a finger at Deng Mao, the provocation unmistakable.
"Idiot, come on! Kill this official if you can!"
The scene immediately enraged Deng Mao.
Roaring in fury, he tossed aside his damaged saber, grabbed a fallen soldier's weapon, and charged after Xiao Wen once more.
"All of you get out of this general's way! This dog official is my prey! I will kill him with my own hands!"
"Move! Get the hell out of my way!"
"Damn it! Stop blocking me!"
"Move aside! Can't you hear me?!"
...
Yet no matter how furiously Deng Mao roared, the Yellow Turban players conveniently became deaf to his commands.
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