Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Although I had only been away from Wudang for less than a day, the tranquility of the mountain felt like something from another world.

Horses have limited stamina, and after galloping for more than an hour, their speed slowed down significantly, and they were panting heavily.

Wu Feng reined in his horse and looked around. Not far from the official road was another hilly area, where he could vaguely see wolves and foxes roaming about.

He dismounted, tied his horse up as before, fed it hay, and then walked toward the group of monsters with his fists raised.

As night fell, he used the last rays of daylight to paint over the hills for nearly two hours.

Fists flew, wolves and foxes howled, and experience points and Tai Chi proficiency steadily increased.

By evening, a rough estimate showed that the gains from these two hours were greater than what one could have made by simply practicing boxing in the Wudang bamboo forest all day.

After all, you can fight monsters almost non-stop here, and the killing efficiency is extremely high. Although the proficiency is only 210 points per instance, the accumulated amount is considerable.

More importantly, my level and experience points have increased significantly, and my inventory has also accumulated a lot of miscellaneous drops.

Looking at the time, it's past midnight. It's time to find a place to stay. Spending too much time outdoors isn't safe, and there are horses in the game that need tending.

He opened the map, determined the direction, and rode off towards the nearest town.

The town is called Water Curtain Town. It is not large and there are only a few lights at night.

Wu Feng led his horse to an inn that was still open for business. The sign read "Yuelai," a standard feature of the martial arts world.

He handed the horse over to the waiter to lead it to the stable, and specifically paid an extra ten coins to ask for some fine feed.

He walked into the inn's lobby, where there were still two or three tables of guests drinking and chatting. Most of them were NPCs dressed as merchants, and there were also a few players whispering in a corner.

Wu Feng went straight up to the second floor and asked for a regular room.

Then, on the first floor, I found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of wine, two small dishes, and a bowl of plain noodles.

After a day of traveling and grinding monsters, although you won't actually experience muscle soreness in the game, you'll still feel mentally exhausted and need food and rest to recover.

The food and drinks were served quickly; the taste was ordinary, but they were piping hot.

He ate slowly, but kept an eye on the conversations in the lobby.

At first, it was just ordinary gossip in the marketplace, about price fluctuations and banditry in the neighborhood.

But soon, the conversation between a few players at the next table caught his attention.

The people didn't speak loudly, but they could still be heard somewhat in the relatively quiet lobby.

"...Have you heard? The whereabouts of the Four Evils in Dali have been completely confirmed." A slightly hoarse voice said.

"I've heard about it!" another voice chimed in excitedly. "It's all over the forums! It's not just a rumor; some unlucky guys have already run into it and been sent to the respawn point. Apparently, it's a small town where children often go missing, and women are being harassed by lecherous thieves at night, their methods are very similar to that of Yun Zhonghe, that lecherous scoundrel!"

"Not only Yun Zhonghe," a third voice joined in, his tone grave, "Duan Yanqing also seems to have shown up there. Some NPC villagers said they saw a suspicious person with a gloomy face, leaning on crutches. There's no conclusive evidence yet regarding the news about the South Sea Crocodile God and Ye Erniang, but it's probably close enough."

"Many of the top players on the leaderboards have rushed to Dali overnight," the hoarse voice continued. "I heard that several major guilds have mobilized, trying to organize a team to take down these four bosses. Not only are the bounties high, but if they drop a One-Finger Divine Skill manual or some advanced lightness skill, they'll be rich!"

"It's not just the big shots; even the average casual player with some skill is flocking over there," the second voice laughed. "Let's hurry up and get going. Even if we don't get any meat, we can at least have some soup. The scene will definitely be chaotic, and we might be able to snag a bargain."

"Yeah, while they're both badly injured, we might get something by touching them. Even if we don't get anything, watching a massive battle between top-tier NPCs and a player-led coalition is worth the price of admission!"

The group got more and more excited as they talked, and began to discuss the route and travel expenses.

Wu Feng silently picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing it, but his eyes calmed down.

The news has spread far and wide and has attracted the attention of a large number of players.

The top players on the leaderboard, the major guilds, and countless independent players like those few people from before trying to take advantage of the chaos... it's foreseeable that Dali will soon become a huge vortex, with all sorts of forces mixed together, making the situation extremely complicated.

He had originally planned to sneak over and find an opportunity to take one by himself, but now it seems that the difficulty level has increased dramatically.

It will probably not be about fighting a boss, but rather a large-scale PVP melee, where the boss will become just a background character.

"Troublesome," Wu Feng muttered to himself, picking up his wine cup and taking a sip. He frowned slightly as the rice wine went down his throat.

He put down his wine glass and unconsciously tapped his fingertips on the rough wooden table.

The food over there looks so tempting.

Duan Yanqing's One-Finger Divine Skill and Yun Zhonghe's lightness skill are both excellent martial arts.

More importantly, the Wuliang Mountain area in Dali also hides the legacy of the Xiaoyao Sect—the Beiming Divine Skill and the Lingbo Steps.

That's a martial art that surpasses even the best and can be called the pinnacle, especially the Northern Darkness Divine Art, which can absorb other people's internal energy and turn it into its own, making it a bug-level existence.

And then there's the Manggu Toad, the king of all poisons. If you were to obtain it by chance, its immunity to all poisons would be like having an extra life in the perilous world of martial arts.

These serendipitous encounters and martial arts skills were far more enticing to him than the immediate efficiency of grinding monsters and leveling up.

Levels can be increased gradually, but this kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which may never come again, must be seized.

With that thought in mind, Wu Feng no longer hesitated. He quickly finished the rest of his noodles, paid the bill, got up, and returned to his room on the second floor.

After closing the door, he didn't rest immediately. Instead, he reopened the ranking list and carefully looked at the top IDs and their respective guilds.

Many familiar names of major guilds are among them, and their actions often serve as a barometer for resource competition.

It seems this drama in Dali is destined to be anything but quiet.

"First-rate martial arts, unparalleled adventure..." Wu Feng lay down on the hard bed, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the old ceiling of the guest room.

"The allure is too great. Even if it turns into a meat grinder, I have to give it a try."

He closed his eyes and began to plan his next route.

We'll rest for a night in Shuimu Town, and set off immediately tomorrow morning, heading towards Dali at full speed.

However, Wu Feng wasn't in a hurry to get going.

He glanced at those on the forum who were clamoring to go to Dali to besiege the Four Evils. He thought that among the current group of players, those who could become third-rate martial artists were already doing quite well.

He himself had only recently broken through to the second tier, so he was all too aware of the gap between them.

That's not just a little bit; it's a real, overwhelming difference in attributes and a vast gap in martial arts skill levels.

Are Duan Yanqing and his gang, who have earned the reputation of being one of the Four Evils in the martial arts world and are still alive and kicking, simple characters?

It's hard to say whether Duan Yanqing's strength is first-rate or top-tier second-rate, but he's definitely not weak.

The other three, Ye Erniang, the Crocodile God of the South China Sea, and Yun Zhonghe, are probably at least formidable second-rate fighters.

If his martial arts skills were mediocre, he would have been dealt with long ago by those chivalrous heroes who wanted to uphold justice and make a name for themselves.

These days, punishing evil and promoting good is a fast track to gaining fame, who wouldn't want to do it?

The reason we failed is simply because we couldn't compete.

These villains are not the upright people who follow the rules of the martial arts world and know when to stop.

If you piss me off, I'll really go all out, regardless of whether you're a player or not.

Those who come from the Western Xia First-Class Hall are ruthless and decisive in killing.

Wu Feng guessed that most of those who were rushing to Dali in a fit of rage were just cannon fodder, not even good enough to sharpen the knives for Duan Yanqing and his men.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore. It was getting late, and after a long day of traveling, he was quite tired. He simply chose to quit the game.

In the real world, the game pod hatch slid open. The familiar room atmosphere rushed in, and he sat up, stretched, his bones making a soft cracking sound.

The feeling of running and punching in the virtual world still seems to linger in my body, carrying a strange sense of fulfillment.

An even stronger feeling of hunger soon followed. He quickly changed his clothes, grabbed his phone and keys, and went downstairs.

The city was still brightly lit at night. He walked into his usual small restaurant, familiar with the place. As soon as he lifted the plastic curtain, the noisy chatter and the aroma of food wafted out.

I found an empty seat against the wall, ordered a twice-cooked pork rice bowl, added a fried egg, and also asked for a bowl of free soup.