Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

It often happens that the two of them attack at the same time to block Yun Zhonghe's retreat, but they also block each other's attack routes;

Or someone might try to launch a strong attack to draw attention, but their teammates fail to provide support.

Even worse, in the midst of the fighting, one of their own men almost slashed their comrade with their own knife.

There was no coordination whatsoever; everyone was fighting their own battle.

He was only holding on by relying entirely on his personal attributes and martial arts skills.

Even so, the situation remained deadlocked.

Although Yun Zhonghe's movements were unpredictable and his attacks were tricky, it seemed that he could not break through the five people's defensive circle and kill any of them in a short time.

Although the five people had terrible teamwork, they were all top-ranked experts with decent attributes and had mastered their martial arts to a certain level, making their defense impenetrable.

Occasionally, he could even launch a few counterattacks, forcing Yun Zhonghe to dodge.

For a time, figures flew about on the rocky beach, the sounds of metal clashing and shouts filled the air, and the fight was quite lively, but no one could gain the upper hand.

"The stats speak for themselves." Wu Feng watched the video. To reach the top of the leaderboard at this stage, the attributes must be quite good. Even without any coordination, relying solely on individual strength, they can still form a certain combat power.

It seems that Yun Zhonghe isn't as invincible as I imagined.

The video played at an accelerated pace, showing the two sides exchanging blows for over a hundred rounds.

Yun Zhonghe's lewd smile gradually turned into one of impatience, clearly frustrated by his inability to break through.

Just when the battle was at a complete stalemate, a sudden change occurred!

Two figures sped towards them on the mountain road in the distance, their speed astonishing!

The man in the lead was tall and thin, with a withered and gloomy face. He held a pair of fine steel canes and moved with incredible speed. He was none other than the notorious Duan Yanqing!

Behind him followed the short, stocky, and fierce-looking South China Sea Crocodile God, who wielded crocodile-snip scissors!

"Oh no!" came the low-pitched exclamation from the person filming the video.

The five players engaged in fierce combat clearly spotted the reinforcements, and their formation instantly fell into disarray.

Before Duan Yanqing even arrived, his iron crutch had already struck the air!

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A concentrated, tangible finger strike, shimmering with a pale golden hue, shot through the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to discern, precisely striking one of the gun-wielding players in the chest!

The player's iron armor was pierced through as if it were made of paper, blood spurted out, and he was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy blow, turning into white light while still in mid-air.

Sold out instantly!

"One Finger Divine Skill!" Wu Feng's eyes narrowed. From a distance of at least several dozen feet, a single finger strike instantly killed a fully armed, top-ranked expert with formidable attributes! This power, this range…

Immediately afterwards, Duan Yanqing's figure floated into the arena like a ghost, his iron crutch striking repeatedly, the hissing sound of it cutting through the air never ceasing.

With every flick of his finger, a player is either seriously injured or killed; no one can withstand his power!

The Crocodile God of the South China Sea grinned and pounced on the remaining players. With his crocodile-mouth scissors swinging, he was incredibly ferocious. Combined with Duan Yanqing's long-range attacks, it was almost a one-sided massacre.

In less than twenty breaths, the five masters who had just been fighting Yun Zhonghe to a standstill all fell to the ground and turned into white light.

The video ends here, with the last scene showing Duan Yanqing leaning on his cane, his gaze sweeping coldly across the battlefield, and Yun Zhonghe somewhat sullenly retracting his steel claws, seemingly still cursing under his breath.

Wu Feng turned off the video, leaned back in the plastic chair, and fell into a brief silence.

On the forum, the discussion about the Four Evils was once again pushed to a climax because of this video, with various analytical posts, exclamation posts, and posts advising against it emerging one after another.

But that's not what he's concerned about.

He recalled several key points from the video:

First, Yun Zhonghe's strength.

Despite their poor teamwork, the fact that they managed to hold out for over a hundred rounds in a five-on-one situation demonstrates that Yun Zhonghe's individual combat strength is not yet at the level to overwhelm the current top players.

His advantage lies in his unpredictable movements and vicious attacks, but in terms of attributes, he is probably not much better than those five players.

At least, it didn't reach the exaggerated level of Duan Yanqing.

Secondly, Duan Yanqing is terrifying. His finger strikes in mid-air can instantly kill even experts; this is something that players at this stage simply cannot contend with head-on.

A top-tier master is absolutely a top-tier master, and may even be stronger.

Even with his current level of perfect harmony with the world, he is far from being able to use that method of releasing true energy to form a long-range attack.

The game definitely buffed Duan Yanqing.

Third, support mechanisms.

The longer the battle drags on and the bigger the commotion, the more likely it is to attract reinforcements from other villains.

This means that to kill the Four Evils, a swift and decisive battle must be waged, and a protracted struggle must be avoided.

"Yun Zhonghe...we can give it a try." Wu Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of his phone.

Duan Yanqing is someone we can't afford to offend for now, and Ye Erniang and the Crocodile God of the South China Sea are probably not easy to deal with either.

However, judging from the video, Yun Zhonghe has the potential to eat it alone.

With his current attributes, plus the special effects and bonuses from a whole bunch of perfected martial arts, he's a force to be reckoned with.

"As long as I seize the opportunity to be alone and resolve the situation quickly, there shouldn't be any major problems," he thought to himself.

He flipped through the post again, noting the locations where Yun Zhonghe had recently appeared, as mentioned by the original poster and in the replies, and silently memorized them.

One of the towns is located on the only road leading to Wanjie Valley, not too far from where he is now.

"Perfect." Wu Feng closed the forum and put his phone aside.

Just then, the waiter came over with a tray.

"Your boiled sliced ​​pork, spicy diced chicken, salted fish and eggplant casserole, sizzling tofu, seaweed and egg drop soup. Rice."

Steaming hot dishes filled the small table, and the spicy and fragrant aroma wafted into the nostrils.

Wu Feng pulled himself together and picked up his chopsticks. There was no point in thinking about it now; he needed to fill his stomach first.

He ate very quickly.

Boiled pork slices are tender and smooth, spicy chicken cubes are crispy and fragrant, dry-fried green beans are crunchy and crispy, and Mapo tofu is perfect with rice.

Real-life meals always bring more satisfaction than the dry rations and coarse food at the inn in the game.

He devoured the four dishes, soup, and a large bowl of rice in a whirlwind, letting out a satisfied sigh. He paid the bill and stood up.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the cool night breeze brushed against my face, carrying the unique scent of the city.

He took a short walk to let the food in his stomach digest a little, and then went straight back to his residence.

I took a hot shower to wash away the day's fatigue and grime, and then changed into clean, soft pajamas.

Without delay, he lay down in that familiar gaming pod again.

The hatch closed, darkness descended, and consciousness was rapidly stripped of reality as if sinking to the bottom of water.

In the game world, in a recess in the mountain wall, beside a campfire.

The scene before him went from blurry to clear. Orange flames danced and crackled before his eyes, casting a long shadow on the stone wall behind him.

The chestnut horse stood quietly not far behind, occasionally flicking its tail.

Night had fallen, and the mountains and forests were silent, save for the sound of a campfire burning and the faint chirping of insects in the distance.

Wu Feng first cautiously scanned his surroundings.

The dark outline of the mountain forest remained unchanged, with no unusual activity or monsters spawning nearby.

He relaxed slightly, but was not completely off guard.

Then, his gaze fell on the three heavy, extra-large earthenware jars in his backpack.

"It's time to practice."

On a whim, he took out one of the jars with a scorpion symbol on it and unplugged the specially made wooden stopper.

A strange smell, several times stronger than that of the small jar, mixed with a fishy-sweet aroma and medicinal mud, wafted out.

Inside the jar, countless colorful scorpions huddled together, most of them in a dazed state, their carapaces gleaming with a dull luster in the firelight.

Wu Feng placed the jar on the ground in front of him, then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.