Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Then, place the replaced [Green Blade] into the trade window.

Luo Cheng's eyes lit up: "This knife is pretty good, with excellent stats and a bleeding effect. Green weapons are scarce right now, I'll offer 20,000."

Twenty thousand real-world currency? Wu Feng's heart trembled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "Deal."

After the transaction of the Green Edge Blade was completed, Wu Feng then displayed several unused pieces of white armor and seven or eight white weapons with good attributes from his backpack.

Luo Cheng was clearly wealthy and in urgent need of an armed team. After a brief assessment, he offered a package price of 32000.

After all transactions were completed, Luo Cheng said, "I'll transfer the money offline. Old account?"

"right."

"Within five minutes."

Wu Feng logged out again. Less than three minutes later, a text message notification appeared on his phone: Account balance of 62000.00 yuan.

Looking at the string of numbers on the screen, Wu Feng leaned against the gaming pod and let out a long sigh.

In two days, the income exceeded 70,000.

The gaming pod cost a total of 180,000 yuan, and this already recoups one-third of that. The efficiency far exceeded expectations.

Only then did the feeling of hunger surge over me like a tidal wave.

He rubbed his stomach, changed his clothes, went out, found a well-known local restaurant, ordered four or five main dishes, and leisurely enjoyed a hearty meal.

The delicious food comforted his body and also made him feel more energetic.

Back at my accommodation, I lay back down in the gaming pod.

As the lights came on, Wu Changfeng was still standing in the village.

He drew his Iron-Cutting Sword and learned the basic body techniques and the incomplete "Ladder Cloud Leap" together.

Two new insights flowed through my entire body, especially my legs and waist, where I gained some new tricks for generating power and coordination.

[Basic Body Techniques (Beginner 0/100)]

【Ladder to the Clouds (Fragment - Beginner Level 0/800)】

Without further delay, he drew his sword, left the village, and headed north.

This time, the objective is clear—Black Wind Mountain, Black Wind Village.

On the way, he deliberately sought out places with complex terrain to practice his newly learned body techniques and light-body skills.

The basic movement technique enhances the foundation for maneuvering and speeding up on flat ground; the ladder-like leap focuses on raising one's energy and leaping, using momentum to climb higher.

At first, he was clumsy and would occasionally trip or jump too low, but he had an extraordinary ability to understand and excellent physical coordination, so he quickly mastered the essentials.

When encountering wild beasts or scattered bandits blocking the way, use the "Chasing Wind Sword Technique" to deal with them.

The Iron-Slaying Sword shimmered with blue light, its swordplay growing ever faster and more ferocious. Ordinary monsters couldn't gauge its strength at all; often, a flash of sword light was enough to kill them.

[Basic movement technique proficiency +126.]

[Wind Chasing Sword Technique Proficiency +126.]

[Ladder Cloud Leap Proficiency +126.]

The notification sounds rang out continuously, like background music. His cultivation level steadily increased.

As the rugged silhouette of Black Wind Mountain appeared on the horizon, Wu Changfeng stopped and checked his interface:

[Basic Agility (Great Perfection). Agility +20, Movement Speed ​​+15%, Evasion Efficiency +10%.]

【Chasing Wind Sword Technique (Great Perfection). Strength +35, Agility +18. When using swords, damage +30%, attack speed +25%, greatly improved sword move combos, with a low chance of triggering "Combo".】

[Ladder to the Clouds (Fragment - Minor Completion). Agility +12, jump height and distance +30%, slight improvement in aerial directional change. (Reached the maximum limit for Fragment level)]

All newly learned techniques have been mastered to their current limit. The attribute panel has been refreshed again:

【臂力：22+75+25+22+28+35=207】

【根骨：22+5+3+10+5+8+25=78】

【身法：22+13+12+20+18+12=97】

[Internal Strength: 20 + 50 = 70]

His strength has reached a new level. Especially his movement technique, which has broken through 90 points. Combined with the Great Perfection Basic Movement Technique and the Minor Completion Ladder Cloud Leap, he feels as light as a swallow and moves with the wind.

Looking up, Black Wind Mountain appears majestic and treacherous, with a winding mountain road leading to the mountainside, where the outlines of the stockade walls and watchtowers can be vaguely seen, and banners flutter in the wind—this is Black Wind Stockade.

However, at the foot of the mountain, near the entrance to the stronghold, many bandits roamed around, their levels clearly at 8-10, in groups of three or five, heavily guarded.

Wu Changfeng narrowed his eyes. The village did not seem to have mobilized all its forces to seek revenge after the granary was burned and the third leader was killed; they remained firmly entrenched in their stronghold.

This aligns with the main storyline, giving players the opportunity to defeat enemies one by one and ultimately challenge the boss.

He wasn't in a hurry. Carrying his iron-slaying sword, he quietly approached the foot of the mountain.

Starting with these gatekeeper bandits, while clearing obstacles, he thoroughly integrated the newly perfected "Chasing Wind Sword Technique" and the minor-completion "Ladder Cloud Leap" into a true combat instinct.

The sword flashed again, and the figure moved like the wind.

After practicing for a while, the newly born sense of lightness within his body had completely merged with the sharpness of his swordsmanship.

Wu Changfeng could clearly feel that each step and each turn was much less strenuous and more natural than before.

His body seemed to have been freed from invisible constraints. When he leaped, his toes only needed to lightly touch the ground, and the air currents seemed to carry him for about ten feet.

The iron-slaying sword in his hand was so fast that it almost slipped out of his grasp; the moment he thought of it, the tip of the sword was already at the target.

It wasn't that he actually released his hand, but rather that he felt a smooth, effortless connection, as if it were part of his own arm, and his intention was perfectly aligned with the sword's movement, which secretly startled him.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the sparse leaves, landing on the Black Wind Stronghold, its banners fluttering on the mountainside.

The earthen and wooden walls of the stockade are not high, but they are built against the mountain, making them easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Several simple watchtowers stand atop the wall, and one can vaguely see figures moving about.

"It's time to go." Wu Changfeng muttered to himself, tightening his grip on the cold hilt of the Iron-Cutting Sword. Without the slightest hesitation, he moved like a gray shadow released from a bow, rushing straight up the steep mountain path.

The trees along the mountain path quickly receded.

He deliberately didn't completely conceal his tracks; his footsteps made a clear sound on the gravel, which quickly alerted the bandits patrolling the mountain path.

"Someone is trespassing!" a sharp whistle rang out.

Five or six bandits dressed in haphazard leather armor and carrying knives and guns jumped out from behind the rocks where they were hiding, trying to block their way.

These mountain guards are already at level 9, with fierce eyes and much faster movements than their companions at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Changfeng did not stop walking, nor did he deliberately change direction.

Just as the first blade was about to strike his face, he lightly spun his left toe on the ground, and his body drifted half a foot to the right like a willow catkin in the wind, the blade grazing his nose.

At the same time, the Iron-Slaying Sword swung upwards, a flash of pale blue light disappearing in an instant.

-577!

The staggering damage numbers rose up accompanied by splattering blood.

The bandit had half of his shoulder almost sliced ​​off, and he fell to the ground screaming as he vanished into nothingness.

Several other weapons attacked simultaneously, but Wu Changfeng was no longer in the same spot.

The power of the "Ladder Cloud Leap" technique was on full display at this moment. He touched the rocks to the side with his toes, and his body suddenly rose more than a foot, easily dodging the sweeping attack from below. When he landed, the sword light cascaded down like a waterfall.

Chi Chi Chi!

-533! -498! -610 (Critical Hit)!

The sword strikes were so fast that they formed a continuous blue halo. The bandits would often only see a blur before feeling a chill in their throats or chests, and their health bars would be emptied instantly.

In less than ten breaths, all six bandits who had blocked the road were killed.

Wu Changfeng didn't even glance at the fallen objects on the ground; he continued upwards without stopping.

These mountain guards no longer exerted any pressure on him; they were merely stepping stones to the village gate.

After clearing out two more similar patrol teams, the view suddenly became clear.

The mountain road becomes gentler here, forming a small platform.

At the end of the platform are the two heavy wooden gates of Black Wind Stronghold, covered with iron sheets.

Although the gate was closed, several crossbowmen's faces peeked out from behind the arrow slats on the gate tower, looking down nervously.

In the open space in front of the village gate, a group of about fifteen or sixteen bandits were waiting in full force.

The leader was eight feet tall, with a tanned complexion, a pair of sharp, triangular eyes, and a pair of mustaches on his lips. He looked shrewd and ruthless.

He was dressed in a dark blue outfit, covered with iron-plated leather armor, and carried a bright silver spear in his hand, the tip of which gleamed and flashed with a blinding cold light in the sunlight.

The deep red lettering above was quite eye-catching:

[Xue San, the Forest Rat, Second Leader of Black Wind Stronghold (Third-Rate Martial Artist)]

[Level: 15]

Xue San had clearly received the warning from the foot of the mountain and was scanning the mountain road with a gloomy face.

When Wu Changfeng appeared at the edge of the platform with his sword in hand and unhurried steps, his triangular eyes immediately locked onto him.

"Where did this nobody come from, with the audacity to trespass on my Black Wind Stronghold!" Xue San's voice was shrill and grating, like a scraping piece of metal. "You killed my third brother, burned down the granary, and still dare to come knocking on our door? Do you really think Black Wind Stronghold is helpless?!"

Before he finished speaking, he pointed his gleaming silver spear forward and shouted, "Surround them! Cut them to pieces!"

The dozen or so elite bandits behind him responded in unison, brandishing their swords and spears, and scattered into a semi-circle, flanking Wu Changfeng.

These bandits were all level 11-12, their equipment was noticeably better than those down the mountain, and their movements were more disciplined, clearly indicating they were bodyguards of a minor leader.

Wu Changfeng stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over the thugs who had surrounded him, finally settling on Xue San.

Level 15, a third-rate martial artist, two levels higher than Xiong Kui.

He felt no fear, but rather a sense of curiosity arose within him—how did this second-in-command compare to that brute Xiong Kui in terms of methods?