Is this NPC even playable if it's not nerfed?

Will we win in Chapter 78? The Prisoner Who Guarantees Victory

"Brother!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

Upon Wen Tai's death, the elders and disciples behind him let out mournful wails.

This scene made Zhang Daneng feel extremely heartbroken.

He had been the senior disciple and sect leader for decades. When he resigned from his position as sect leader, not one of these people came to persuade him to stay. They even insulted him to his face and cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.

When Wing Tai was killed, they all felt as if their parents had died.

Damn it, he's been the senior disciple for decades for nothing.

At Five Tiger Mountain, only a few of them were considered family, and he, as the eldest brother, was superfluous.

asshole.

Sure enough, in a world of idiots, there are only idiots in the world.

He, a normal person, has always been excluded.

……

"I'm giving you one last chance."

"Those who don't want to die should sever ties with Five Tiger Mountain and leave this place."

"Otherwise, this is what will happen to you."

Lu Yuan pointed to the pool of blood at his feet and said calmly.

"Don't even think about it. You killed my senior brother and my master. You've ruined my life and everything I have. Even if I die, I won't leave."

"No man from Wuhu Mountain is a coward."

Wen Tai's disciple stepped forward with red eyes, roaring and shouting at Lu Yuan to vent his anger.

Behind him followed many disciples, most of whom had chosen to live and die with the sect.

Some disciples chose to leave.

Their reason for leaving was simple: they had never been valued at Five Tiger Mountain, and now that their master was dead, it was only natural for them to leave.

“Kill my child, kill my senior brother, kill my sect’s disciples.”

"You big devil."

"You won't get away with this. Even if I die, I'll still splatter your blood."

The second elder glared angrily at Lu Yuan, his eyes red.

Because the chief disciple that Lu Yuan killed was his own son.

All the disciples and elders of the sect can leave, but he alone will not.

He and Lu Yuan have a blood feud.

The hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable.

"Okay, I respect your choice."

Lu Yuan gave a cold laugh, took off his shirt, and tossed it to the constable behind him.

"Chief Constable, could you leave a few for the brothers?"

"The brothers also want to warm up."

The players and constables nearby gathered around, discussing whether they could leave a few for them.

Apart from a few head constables, the rest of the constables who were able to gather were all player constables, and their levels were not low, mostly above level 20.

Two of them have even reached level 30.

In addition, their martial arts skills are also quite good, including light footwork, palm techniques, leg techniques, fist techniques, knife techniques, and so on.

Indigenous people need to consider their energy levels when practicing martial arts, so they cannot learn more martial arts. They can only specialize in one or two martial arts and master them to the extreme.

Players, on the other hand, do not have this concern.

They can consume their own experience points to increase their proficiency in martial arts.

In this way, they naturally wouldn't have to worry about lacking energy.

Although most of their martial arts skills were low-level and unranked, they learned a lot of them, making up for the lack of quality with quantity.

However, based on theoretical data, the combat strength of these players and constables is higher than that of the disciples of Five Tiger Mountain.

The only shortcoming for players is their actual combat ability.

This is a good opportunity for them to gain practical experience.

"okay."

"I'll take care of these old fogies; the rest are yours."

"If you can't beat them, just shout it out."

Lu Yuan nodded and agreed to their request.

"Thank you, Chief Constable. You're awesome, Chief Constable."

"I swear to follow the chief constable to the death."

"loyalty!"

The player constables behind him were overjoyed to hear Lu Yuan's words. They could finally unleash their fury and kill to their heart's content.

This time is different from the one in Heishan Village.

There were too many players participating in the last event, and there weren't enough monsters to go around.

This time, they only had about a hundred people, while the Five Tiger Mountain disciples opposite them numbered three or four hundred.

The best part is that they have Lu Yuan, an invincible NPC, protecting them from harm.

Can't beat it?
Nothing.

Let's call for the chief constable.

Help me, Chief Constable.

……

"If you all come at me together, we'll outnumber you, and the advantage will be mine."

"As for Lu Yuan, we old guys will hold him off."

Even if we die, we'll splatter their blood all over us.

The elders glared fiercely at Lu Yuan, not forgetting to order their disciples to surround and attack the constables Lu Yuan had brought.

"As you command, Master."

"We won't lose."

"Once we've dealt with those constables, we'll come help our master."

"Senior brother, will we win?"

A disciple of Wuhu Mountain gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed ahead, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

"It will win."

There was someone blocking his way.

It was his senior brother.

He held two longswords, a confident smile playing on his lips.

If they were to face Lu Yuan, they would have no chance of survival.

But, as for those extraordinary constables, I'm sorry, I'll win this time.

You're guaranteed to win, brother.

……

"let's go."

"No need to leave any survivors."

Lu Yuan calmly issued the final order.

No survivors.

"Go ahead."

"Watch my self-created moves, seven in and seven out, stabbing and stabbing."

"Black Wind Blade Technique, Second Form: Black Wind Assaults."

"Ah Jiao's sword technique, slash, slash, slash."

"A mere trick, watch me strike six times in a second. Feel my loyalty, you ants."

These player constables, each more immature than the last, charged forward shouting various slogans and began fighting with the disciples of Five Tiger Mountain.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The battle was fierce, and the disciples of Five Tiger Mountain had the advantage because of their superior numbers.

The players aren't exactly pushovers either.

Although they lacked practical experience, they had a level advantage and relied on their fearlessness of pain and death to fight with an exceptionally brutal style, exchanging life for life. Many disciples of Five Tiger Mountain were unable to withstand their attacks.

"Oh no, senior brother, save me!"

The disciples of Wuhu Mountain sensed the approaching death and hurriedly sought help from their senior brothers.

However, his response was a scream from his senior brother, and warm, slightly foul-smelling blood splattered on his face.

His senior brother was cut in half at the waist, his eyes were fixed on him, and his mouth was still moving, as if he was telling him to run, run fast.

next second.

The player's iron rod struck him hard on the head, making him dizzy.

The player's iron rod, one blow after another.

They kept hitting his head.

The swinging motion of the stick created an afterimage.

He didn't know how many times he was swung, only that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred and the pain was getting weaker until it disappeared.

Blood splattered everywhere, and red and white matter flew all over the place.

"Six blows in one second, how can you withstand that?"

……

(End of this chapter)