The Fourth Calamity: People in High Martial Arts, Gods in Games

Chapter 157 One Shot, One Kill (Long Chapter)

In the valley.

Four large transport vehicles bearing the Gorilla Gang logo blocked the road behind them, and hundreds of Gorilla Gang members got out of the vehicles and surrounded the area behind the road.

Ahead of the valley road, more than ten large transport trucks completely blocked the road, surrounded by thousands of people, completely blocking the ten large transport trucks on the road.

This prevented the player's convoy from moving forward or backward. On both sides of the road, there were hundreds of fully armed archers wielding A6-level composite bows, as well as advanced apprentices and ultimate apprentices holding heavy shields in the front row.

After the members of the major families completed the encirclement, a Winged Clan warrior wearing B2-level armor respectfully approached the three richly dressed Winged Clan youths.

"Young Master Dibus, the road is blocked, and we can take down these people from the Obsidian Martial Arts Academy at any time." The middle-aged, robust martial artist of the Feather Clan looked at the noble young man with pale gold wings among the three and reported in a low voice.

"Very good." The young winged creature named Dibus nodded and immediately ordered, "Go and inform those people to surrender now. Our three major families and the Gorilla Gang can promise to spare their lives. If they stubbornly resist, kill them all!"

The two young members of the Feather Clan standing to the side didn't say anything, but simply looked at the beginner-level martial artist from the North Ao family who was wearing B2-grade armor.

The three major families of the Feather Clan in the suburbs of the City of Light are the North Ao, Bain, and Peiwen. Among them, the North Ao family is the most powerful and can be considered one of the top ten families in the suburbs.

However, it wasn't because of this incident that the young people from both the Bain and Peven families started to align themselves with Dibs.

Dibus is the seventh young master of the Bei'ao family. At only eighteen years old, he is already a near-martial artist at the limit. The forging method he cultivates is the most profound high-level martial artist forging method in the Bei'ao family. Once he becomes a martial artist, he will definitely enter the genius training camp in the future. His status in the Bei'ao family is extremely high, which is incomparable to the two ordinary young masters who are still at the limit near-martial artist level at the age of 24.

"Yes!" The burly man in B2-level armor bowed and stepped back.

"Dibs, although we have surrounded these people from the Obsidian Martial Arts Academy, are you really sure that the Obsidian Martial Arts Academy has the remains of a Lord-level monster?" Gar Bain, who was 2.2 meters tall with a pair of light blue wings and came from the Bain family, asked again to confirm.

Gus Peven, from the Peven family, whose wings were light blue, couldn't help but look at Dibbs.

The reason these three families joined forces this time was mainly because Dibs suggested that they help them become martial artists before the deadline for registration for the Genius Training Camp, and only then would they be willing to work together.

The same applies to the gorilla gang on the other side.

What they wanted was the remains of the lord-level monster that Dibs mentioned. As for the various treasures that the Obsidian Martial Arts School had obtained, they weren't stupid and of course didn't believe them.

However, the remains of lord-level monsters are not impossible. After all, any martial arts association has a lot of lord-level monster remains in its warehouse, but these suburban families are not qualified to obtain them.

"Don't worry, I can confirm that. The White Feather Gang secretly provided me with photos of the Obsidian Martial Arts School transporting the remains of a Lord-level monster at night. Although there weren't many of those remains, just a claw weighing a few hundred kilograms, it was enough for us to advance to the level of martial artists!" Dibs smiled and tapped the smartwatch on his wrist, showing the two the photos provided by the White Feather Gang.

The photo shows several people dressed in silver-gray clothing transporting a large tricycle in the middle of the night. The tricycle is covered with a tarpaulin, and its huge claws are exposed in the strong wind.

No matter how you look at it, those claws are not the size of ordinary monsters; they are definitely the claws of a lord-level monster that is over twenty meters tall.

"It really is!" Gal Bain looked at the photo, his eyes gleaming with greed.

The remains of lord-level monsters are the main ingredients for making type 3 potions. Even if you don't have the ability to make type 3 potions, you can still make soup to boost your health and quickly break through to the next level.

Furthermore, breaking through in the soup made from lord-level monsters will significantly enhance their potential, giving them the opportunity to become top-tier potential and directly enter this year's genius training camp.

"This time, all we need to do is use these people as hostages, and with the combined pressure from our major forces, the Obsidian Martial Arts School will be more level-headed and will definitely hand over the remains of those lord-level monsters." As he spoke, Dibs looked at the transport convoy not far away and couldn't help but lick his lips.

With the remains of a lord-level monster, he could break through to become a martial artist this year, and he could also enter the genius training ground. It's not impossible for him to take first place then.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged, robust warriors from the North Ao family, under Dibs's orders, arrived less than a hundred meters away from the transport convoy.

"All of you, get out of the car and surrender now! The three major families of Bei'ao and the Gorilla Gang guarantee your safety. If you resist, you will all die!" The middle-aged, burly warrior in B2-level armor spoke in a booming voice, like a lion's roar. The aura emanating from his body even stirred up a whirlwind within a radius of dozens of meters. "I'll give you ten seconds to consider. Anyone who doesn't make a decision after ten seconds will die!"

As the middle-aged, burly martial artist issued his final ultimatum, the members of the Six Forest Gang, hiding seven or eight hundred meters away, heard it clearly.

"Holy crap! Are you crazy?! The three major families of North Ao and the Gorilla Gang actually teamed up to rob a convoy. What on earth is that transport convoy carrying?" Rosalina stared intently at the transport convoy, her eyes filled with shock.

Whether it's the three major Winged Clan families on the outskirts of the City of Light or the Gorilla Gang, they are quite famous in Star Tower City. They once clashed with gangs and families on the outskirts of Star Tower City because they sold some goods there. In the end, those gangs and families on the outskirts of Star Tower City chose to compromise.

Any one of these four major powers, if placed in the suburbs of Star Tower City, would rank among the top twenty major powers.

With the four forces joining forces, even the major powers on the outskirts of Star Tower City had no choice but to back down.

But now, these four forces have joined forces to rob a transport convoy; no one would believe it if they told others.

"This convoy is really unlucky. They were robbed by four such forces and had no chance to escape." A young man from the Sen tribe said with sympathy as he watched the figures getting off the transport trucks one by one. "If it were us, they might have been able to escape most of them."

"These people are dressed uniformly, so they must be from some force in the City of Light, but I've never heard of them before." Rosalina looked at the figures getting off the car, each wearing a silver-gray long-sleeved T-shirt, and felt very strange.

"Boss Rosa, let's hurry up and leave. If these four families target us, we might not be able to escape even if we want to," the Sen tribe youth reminded Rosa, who was deep in thought.

"Let's watch a little longer. This time, it's the four major powers of the City of Light joining forces to plunder." Rosalina completely ignored the Sen Clan youth and said excitedly as she looked at the transport convoy, "For these four major powers to take this so seriously, there must be some great treasure on this convoy. Even if we can't get the treasure, if we can find out about it, we can sell it for a high price when we get back."

The Sen tribe youth had no choice but to stay aside and watch the convoy as well.

At this moment, everyone in the transport convoy got off the vehicles, totaling more than two hundred people, which startled everyone present.

"Why are there so many people?" Gal Bain looked at the Obsidian Martial Arts School disciples getting off the car in surprise. "Didn't they say the Obsidian Martial Arts School had very few disciples?"

"Isn't this even better? With so many people, this should be all the manpower that Obsidian Martial Arts Academy can muster," Dibs laughed from the side. "With this group of people, even if Obsidian Martial Arts Academy doesn't want to hand over the Lord's remains, they will have to."

Gus Peven, standing to the other side, nodded in agreement with Dibbs's words.

This number of Obsidian Martial Arts Academy members is probably all that Obsidian Martial Arts Academy can offer. If Obsidian Martial Arts Academy wants to continue developing in the City of Light, it definitely cannot afford to give up this group of people.

In today's major cities, what is the most important thing for a force to develop?

That's right!

He's a real talent!

Without a large supply of talent, even if the leader is very strong, it will be difficult for a faction to gain a foothold in the city. After all, a leader cannot do everything personally; he would be too busy to handle everything. All of this requires a large number of talented people to lead his subordinates.

Currently, there are more than forty apprentices coming off the convoy, and each of them is an advanced apprentice or above. Among them are many near-martial arts masters. These are all talents of a gang. The training of these talents not only requires a lot of resources, but also a lot of time.

For a gang, giving up is not something to be done easily.

However, just when Dibs and his group thought they had made a profit, they saw the ordinary people from the Obsidian Martial Arts School standing on both sides of the convoy throwing their metal boxes to the ground and stepping on the metal suitcases with both feet.

Cut! Cut! Cut!

In less than three seconds, more than a hundred Obsidian Martial Arts School disciples wearing A6-level armor appeared on both sides of the convoy.

This scene instantly stunned everyone from the four major powers, and even Rosalina and others who were watching from afar.

A6-level armor is incredibly valuable; each set is worth millions of bits, more valuable than a near-martial artist's life.

Even the major powers in the suburbs don't have many A6-level battle armors. Most only have a few dozen sets, and some have a hundred. They treat each one as a treasure, and only apprentices of advanced level or above can equip them.

However, the Obsidian Martial Arts School not only has more than a hundred sets of armor, but the people wearing A6-level armor are all ordinary people, which is simply extravagant to the point of being inhuman.

Before anyone could react, the ordinary people from the Obsidian Martial Arts Academy, wearing A6-level armor, led the other ordinary people and charged directly at the archers and shield bearers on both sides of the road.

"How dare they resist! Kill them!" The burly middle-aged martial artist from Bei'ao roared angrily as he watched the Obsidian Martial Arts School disciples make their move.

At the command of the North O warriors, the archers on both sides of the road also began to fire arrows.

In an instant, hundreds of arrows rained down on the disciples of the Obsidian Martial Arts School who were charging towards them, while the disciples of the Obsidian Martial Arts School, wearing A6-level armor, stood in front of them.

boom! boom! boom!

Sparks flew as the A6-level arrows landed on the A6-level armor, leaving only white marks. The player wearing the A6-level armor was forced to take several steps back but was not injured.

"Awesome! This battle is so realistic. Even wearing divine armor, the places hit by arrows feel like they've been pricked with needles." A wealthy player exclaimed excitedly, touching the spot where he had been hit.

"As expected of beginner's god-tier gear, I'm completely unharmed. This money was well spent!" Another whale looked at the A6-level arrows scattered on the ground, his eyes shining.

This scene evoked a wave of nostalgia among veteran players.

Back when they were newbies, they could only desperately dodge arrow attacks, and one wrong move and they would be dead. Now, newbies don't even dodge when faced with a rain of arrows; they just tough it out while wearing divine gear. There's simply no comparison.

"Brothers, the distance's about right, let's fire!"

After a volley of arrows, the new recruits of the Obsidian Martial Arts School arrived. Standing close to the archers and shield bearers, they picked up B2-level arrows and threw them into the air.

This left the advanced and ultimate apprentices in the front row, holding A6-level heavy shields, completely bewildered, utterly baffled as to what was wrong with these Obsidian Martial Arts School disciples.

They had already charged within three or four meters of him, but one by one they threw away the B2-grade arrows they were holding. Were they planning to surrender?

However, just as the people of the four major forces were wondering how to deal with it, two hundred newcomers, their hands crackling with lightning, struck out with their palms at the tails of the falling arrows.

boom!

In an instant, two hundred blazing beams of light illuminated the somewhat dim valley, as if the whole world had been lit up.

Then everyone present witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The shield-bearers lining both sides of the road all had large holes in their A6-level heavy shields. These holes not only pierced through the shields but also through the A6-level protective gear behind them, leaving charred holes in their chests.

These holes were all the size of a fist, as if these people's chests were naturally hollow.

Then, the two hundred shield bearers, and even some archers behind them, fell to the ground one by one with a thud, motionless, their blood flowing and quickly soaking the ground.

They were all dead beyond any hope of survival.

(End of this chapter)