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Wu Feng's gaze, however, was more focused on the oddly dressed players behind Duan Yanqing.

These people did not have their names displayed above their heads, but judging from their attire—a mix of leather armor and felt, with most of their weapons being curved swords—their style was rugged and fierce, which was certainly not the kind of clothing commonly seen in Dali or even the Central Plains.

It's somewhat like... the style of the nomadic peoples from the Western Xia.

"Players from the Western Xia spawn point?" Wu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

It wouldn't be surprising if a player born in Western Xia had the opportunity to meet Duan Yanqing and others.

The Western Xia First-Class Hall recruits top martial arts masters from all over the world, including the Four Evils.

If these players make a name for themselves in Western Xia, it's not impossible for them to get involved with this network and join the villains' camp.

He carefully observed those people.

With a calm demeanor and sharp eyes, he stood in a position that subtly resembled a guard, protecting Duan Yanqing and the other two.

Although his level is not obvious, judging from his demeanor and gait, his strength is probably not weak, at least at the level of a second-rate martial artist.

"It seems we've gained quite a bit of benefit from the Western Xia," Wu Feng thought to himself.

Reaching a second-rate level at this stage is definitely not something that can be achieved by simply grinding levels; it must be supported by serendipitous encounters or high-level quests.

A sudden thought arose in his mind.

I'm thinking of... taking them down and looting their gear.

These guys follow Duan Yanqing, so they might have some unique martial arts skills or valuable items from the Xixia First-Class Hall. Besides, killing players from opposing factions usually yields good rewards.

However, the thought only flashed through my mind.

Wu Feng glanced at the tense standoff in the arena and suppressed his impulse.

The situation is chaotic right now, with Dali and the three villains in a standoff. If I rashly intervene, I might be seen as an enemy by both sides.

He wasn't particularly close to Duan Zhengchun, and the only goodwill he had was from saving Duan Yu, so he might not necessarily help him.

As for Duan Yanqing... he doesn't want to confront this top-tier expert head-on right now.

The risk of exposure is too great.

"We might as well sit back and wait for the fisherman to reap the benefits." Wu Feng calmed down, took a half step back, and hid himself further in the shadows of the crowd of onlookers.

Let these parties fight it out first.

Duan Zhengchun's side has the assistance of four eminent monks from Tianlong Temple, making them quite formidable.

With Duan Yanqing's side plus a few Western Xia players, they also have the strength to fight.

Let them fight first, wear them down.

I'll just wait and see if there's an opportunity to snag a bargain.

After all, Dali City is also home to a true master—Emperor Duan Zhixing of the South, also known as Master Yideng. He is a genuine member of the Five Greats, and the nominal highest martial arts expert of Tianlong Temple.

He would never stand idly by and watch his own high monk be killed by Duan Yanqing.

There are too many variables in this game. Who knows, as you play, some hidden characters or unexpected events might suddenly appear?

It's always good to play it safe first.

Wu Feng crossed his arms, his gaze beneath his bamboo hat as calm as an ancient well, quietly observing the imminent battle unfolding on the field.

The standoff in the forest clearing was like a taut bowstring.

The hoarse echo of Duan Yanqing's words about the bloodshed at the city gate.

No more nonsense.

Duan Yanqing's withered figure was the first to move.

He touched the ground with his crutches, his figure darting forward like a ghost, heading straight for the four yellow-robed old monks standing side by side: Benyin, Benguan, Benxiang, and Bencan.

Clearly, in his eyes, these four senior monks of the Tianlong Temple, working together, were the most threatening force in Dali at this moment.

We must first deal with or restrain them.

"Set up the formation!"

Benyin gave a low shout, and the four monks swiftly turned around, instantly standing in their respective positions, their robes billowing, their fingers already forming hand seals.

Four concentrated and peaceful finger strikes were unleashed almost simultaneously, heading straight for Duan Yanqing!

Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!

The pale golden finger energy sliced ​​through the air, carrying the solemn and righteous aura of Buddhist martial arts.

However, Duan Yanqing merely snorted coldly and swiftly struck several times in the air with his left iron crutch.

Chi Chi Chi!

Several pale gold finger strikes, deeper in color and more sharp and cold, arrived first and struck the four monks' finger forces with perfect accuracy. They exploded in mid-air, creating several invisible shockwaves that sent fallen leaves and dust flying everywhere.

Duan Yanqing fought against four opponents single-handedly, their finger strength clashing, and he was not at all at a disadvantage!

He turned right and touched the ground, using the momentum to advance further, already cutting into the edge of the four monks' formation. His left iron crutch transformed into a sky full of crutch shadows, carrying powerful internal force and a sharp sound of air being torn apart, enveloping Ben Guan and Ben Xiang.

They intended to use close combat to disrupt the rhythm of the four monks' joint attack.

At the same time, Ye Erniang let out a sharp, eerie laugh, and carrying the tattered swaddling clothes, she rushed out like the wind, heading straight for Duan Zhengchun!

Behind her, five or six oddly dressed players from the Western Xia First-Class Hall, along with the ferocious Crocodile God of the South Sea, all let out a shout and followed closely behind, like several sharp knives, fiercely stabbing towards the defensive line formed by Duan Zhengchun and his family's retainers!

"Protect the Prince!"

Chu Wanli and Gu Ducheng roared, brandishing their swords, and charged forward.

Fu Sigui, Zhu Danchen, and other family retainers also held weapons and protected Duan Zhengchun on both sides.

The battle erupted in an instant!

The sounds of metal clashing, shouts, muffled thuds of colliding internal forces, and sharp whistles of finger strikes piercing the air mingled together, exploding in this forest clearing.

Wu Feng lowered his straw hat and stood in the shadows of the front row of the onlookers, his gaze as calm as ice as he quickly scanned every detail of the battlefield.

His attention was first drawn to the battle between Duan Yanqing and the four monks.

The four monks of the Ben generation, in terms of their mastery of the One-Finger Divine Skill alone, have clearly reached a considerable level. Their finger strength is refined, their coordination is excellent, and their movements are measured and controlled.

But Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill is even more terrifying.

It's not just that their internal strength is deeper and their finger strikes are more powerful.

It lies more in the fluidity and speed of receiving and sending, as if it were done at will.

Each time the four monks extended their fingers, no matter how fast they moved, there were always subtle signs of force exertion in their shoulders, elbows, and wrists, and their breath would momentarily gather and flow.

But Duan Yanqing did not.

His left arm, the arm that gripped the iron crutch, seemed to be integrated with his fingertips as the most intricate mechanism.

With a thought, the finger force bursts forth, almost without any visible accumulation of power, so fast it's breathtaking.

Moreover, the finger strikes were extremely cunning and ruthless, targeting the weak points and vital organs of the four monks during their formation transitions, forcing the four monks to frequently change their defensive moves.

The combined forces could never function perfectly, let alone launch a counterattack.

"Is this the One-Finger Divine Skill at the Great Perfection Realm?" Wu Feng's pupils contracted slightly as he quickly analyzed in his mind, "No, perhaps it also incorporates characteristics of his own martial arts style. But that extreme control over finger strength, that optimization of the way he exerts force... it has indeed reached an almost instinctive level."

As he watched, he rapidly deduced the scenario in his mind.

With a comprehension boost of up to 462 points, combined with his profound understanding of true qi, meridians, and power generation methods, every subtle muscle movement, the trajectory of true qi flow, and the point at which finger force condenses and explodes with each finger strike by Duan Yanqing is like the clearest map, being disassembled, analyzed, and imprinted.

It's not just the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Wu Feng keenly observed the movements, footwork, and the occasional, sharp yet somewhat clumsy Six Meridian Divine Sword aura displayed by the four high monks in their response.

"The Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed based on the One Yang Finger, further refining, extending, and transforming the finger force into sword energy, which is distributed to different meridians and has its own characteristics..." Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and his brain was like the most efficient processor, quickly piecing together the scattered fragments he observed and deducing its possible core principles and energy circulation routes.