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Chapter 128 Equipment Quality

The passageway inside the venue was a mess, with several thugs writhing and howling on the ground, their former arrogance completely gone.

Yellow Hair clutched his stomach, curled up, and groaned in pain. The cigarette he had been holding in his mouth fell to the ground and continued to burn.

The tall, thin man hugged his knees, his face pale; the kick he had just received made him feel like his bones were about to crack.

The manager clutched his chest, staring at Lao Kuai in horror, as if he were looking at a monster.

Old Kuai didn't step forward to add to the kick.

He stood there, slightly out of breath, the surge of adrenaline making him feel no fatigue, but rather a strange sense of calm.

I looked down at my hands; they were covered in a little dust, but there was no tremor.

In fact, when an untrained ordinary person gets into a fight and stops halfway through, their muscles will inevitably tremble slightly, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of excitement.

But Lao Kuai found himself without any particular emotions, as if eating and drinking were as normal as he was.

His thoughts drifted a little. For a moment, he felt as if he were truly on a battlefield in a game, facing not a few street thugs, but a ferocious Howling Clan warrior.

That instinct for life-or-death struggle, that keen perception of danger, even if it wasn't ingrained in his bones, clearly had an impact on him.

He slowly came to his senses, looked at the groaning crowd on the ground, and his eyes gradually cleared.

He didn't say anything more, just glanced around, then strode past them.

The passageway was eerily quiet, save for the groans of the thugs and the receding footsteps of Old Kuai.

As I stepped out of the venue, the noise of traffic from the streets once again filled my ears.

Old Kuai took a deep breath and felt that the air was a bit murky.

He touched his newly cut hair; it was a little itchy, yet he felt a sense of relief.

The fight had taken a toll on his energy, but he felt much better than when he finished running.

He noticed that the tattooed woman and two other young women were standing next to a kiosk not far away. When he looked over, they quickly turned away and pretended not to know anything.

Old Kuai walked over calmly, asked the kiosk owner for a bottle of iced cola, unscrewed the cap, and drank half the bottle in one gulp. The icy liquid slid down his throat, bringing a refreshing sensation.

After paying by scanning the QR code, I headed straight home.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a single word to the tattooed woman or her companions, treating them like complete strangers.

The three of them stood frozen in place until Old Kuai had walked away. Only then did Yan Xunzhuang seem to react and ask, "Didn't they go in? Where are they?"

When the tattooed woman and her team arrived in the passageway, the blond-haired man hadn't even stood up yet and was still clutching his stomach.

He frowned and muttered under his breath, "What the hell are you looking at?"

The tattooed woman, with a stern face, helped the blond-haired man up. Her movements seemed to aggravate his injuries, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Damn it, I think I've broken a rib. Get me to the hospital first. I'm not going to let him get away with this."

The blond-haired man turned and glared fiercely at the tattooed woman: "Call the police!"

[Player "Want to be Old Kuai for Three Days" enters the game.]

A familiar sense of movement washes over me.

When Lao Kuai opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the spacious cave.

It was as if an endless stream of power was surging from within him, filling every corner of his body.

The physical fatigue was swept away, replaced by a refreshing sense of lightness.

The campfire next to us had not been completely extinguished yet, and was still faintly emitting heat, probably because there was still charcoal burning in the ashes.

Old Kuai got up and looked around, but he didn't see a single player.

He stretched and then sent a message on the world channel to inquire about the whereabouts of Peng Zhi and the others.

There was nothing he could do; he didn't log on right at the end of the maintenance.

After all, I have to have dinner with my parents and help them clean up afterwards.

By the time he had some free time and went online, it was almost 7 p.m.

If nothing unexpected happens, Peng Zhi and the others should have all run back to the beginner village by now.

When Lao Kuai stepped out of the cave, he found that the sky outside had become completely bright, and the rising sun poured down on the mountain where the cave was located like mercury.

I opened the world channel and found that there were no replies from Peng Zhi and the others.

Without further delay, he determined the direction and headed towards the Xishi tribe.

Peng Zhi and his group are indeed in the Xishi tribe at this moment.

This update added 300 new players, so he's going to check their quality before organizing a recruitment drive for the college students.

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

They rushed back to the Creekstone tribe, but before they could recruit anyone, they were drawn to the updated equipment.

"Damn it, why is my weapon only white?"

Ke Yun stared at the bone knife in her hand, puzzled.

This knife is clearly incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud.

The most important change in this update is the addition of equipment quality.

Five qualities: white, green, blue, purple, and red.

Although most players don't expect their equipment to be of red quality, the fact that they are mostly at the lowest quality is still a bit hard for them to accept.

"That's pretty good, it proves that the equipment system is very sophisticated."

Peng Zhi, however, was not discouraged: "It's worth looking forward to."

Ke Yun glanced at him sideways: "Of course you think it's good, everyone knows your thing is green."

As Ke Yun said, the spear in Peng Zhi's hand represents green quality.

His spear was actually the weapon of the Roaring Tribe's centurion.

After some discussion, they unanimously agreed that Peng Zhi had frozen the Hou tribe's centurion, contributing the most, and thus the spear was assigned to Peng Zhi.

The spring scenery on campus was given to the Houzu tribe's centurion in his bronze armor.

Unexpectedly, the spear was a green-quality weapon, while the armor was only white.

It's important to know that once players log in, they usually compare their equipment.

Including the latest batch of new players, there are a total of 700 players, and only three pieces of green-quality equipment in total.

"So, what exactly are the criteria for judging the quality of this equipment? Is it based on its rarity?" Dog Brother fiddled with the bronze shield in his hand, unable to help but show a disgusted expression.

As a paying player, he used to always equip himself with the best gear on the server, no matter what game he played.

However, for now, we can only use the common equipment, and we cannot change it in the short term.

He had never suffered such injustice in all his years of playing games.

The campus spring scenery was dressed in a set of tribal chief's armor, wanting to take it off but also a little reluctant: "It was clearly me who personally took it from the BOSS..."

How come what was stripped off became a blank slate?

Peng Zhi tentatively poured his blood energy into the spear in his hand, his tone sounding somewhat hesitant: "Could it be the efficiency of inputting blood energy?"

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