The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

The situation did not remain deadlocked.

"Kill! Kill these three humans!" The leader of the Hou tribe warriors ran out of patience, brandishing his blade and roaring hysterically.

Faced with dozens of sharp blades thrusting towards him like a forest, Lao Kuai felt no fear of death, only a yearning for advancement.

Before Peng Zhi could give any instructions, Lao Kuai carried the bronze pillar and rushed forward.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Seeing this, Keyun resignedly picked up her knife and followed.

Old Kuai skillfully circulated his blood energy, his entire body becoming like a blazing furnace, raising the bronze pillar high and smashing it down from above.

The overwhelming power poured down, carrying an absolute crushing force.

The Hou tribe warrior at the very front didn't even have time to scream before he was instantly reduced to a pile of mangled flesh with a sickening crunch.

The bronze pillar was designed for blunt force, and combined with Lao Kuai's formidable strength, no Hou tribe warrior present could stop him.

If someone were to be touched by the copper pillar even once, their bones would shatter inch by inch, leaving them limp and collapsed to the ground.

Ke Yun, however, was not so lucky.

His rank wasn't much higher than these Hou tribe warriors, he couldn't overpower them in terms of physical attributes, and he was even worse in terms of combat experience.

With just two Hou tribe warriors working together, they managed to create a large hole in Ke Yun's body, causing blood to gush out immediately.

Seeing this, Peng Zhi slashed out with his sword, creating space, and pulled Ke Yun out.

After all, he always boasted that he possessed the soul of architecture, so most of the time people would overlook the fact that his level was actually higher than that of Lao Kuai.

Peng Zhi never died, nor did he miss any opportunity to upgrade.

Whether you call it luck or he took advantage of Lao Kuai's unconsciousness to gain experience on his own, it doesn't matter.

In short, based on the facts...

On the ranking list, Campus Spring Scenery ranked first, and Peng Zhi ranked second.

Now, when he erupts, he is like a ferocious tiger, leaving people and horses in ruins and blood and flesh flying everywhere he goes.

"Spiral Shuriken!"

He swung the bone knife, and one could vaguely see a layer of translucent ripples swirling around the blade.

The slash pierced the Hou tribe warrior's body, as if countless forces from different directions tore the opponent's body apart on the spot.

It was obvious that his strike incorporated the Chaotic Stream Force.

Players who have practiced the "Qingxi Technique" frequently enough since switching to it can generally unleash the Chaotic Stream Force.

Essentially, this is a way of circulating blood energy. Players can control the output power of blood energy, and once they are proficient, they can also switch the medium for unleashing the Chaotic Stream Force.

Peng Zhi's use of the bone knife to unleash the Chaotic Stream Force was already considered mediocre.

Some imaginative players have even tried using another player as a vessel to unleash the Chaotic Stream Force.

Using the chaotic energy of the stream, he poured out all the blood and energy in his body in one breath, causing the player who volunteered to participate in the experiment to be cracked on the spot.

Closer to home.

Peng Zhi's reckless fighting style allowed him to quickly break through the Hou tribe's battle formation without sustaining any damage himself. The cost, however, was a feeling of emptiness within his body, which required time to recover.

He turned around, panting heavily, and saw that the alley was filled with bloodied and mangled limbs, which filled the remaining Hou tribe warriors with fear.

"That's awesome."

Old Kuai grinned and couldn't help but shout, "Me too! Take this! Spiral Hand Staff!"

However, the destructive power of the copper pillar was already excessive.

Once it's firmly packed, it'll turn into a pile of mud.

Adding the Chaotic Stream Force only increases consumption and provides no additional benefits.

Ke Yun stood behind, pressing her hand against her bleeding wound, and couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, shouting out the moves doesn't increase the power."

It won't increase power, but it will certainly increase deterrence.

Terror spread like a plague, gradually shattering the reason of the Hou tribe warriors present.

There was no reason to fight to the death here, and soon some Hou warriors turned and fled, which triggered a chain reaction, causing more Hou warriors to lose their will to fight.

In the blink of an eye, the Hou tribe warriors in the alley disappeared without a trace.

They all fled, and even though Lao Kuai chased after them, he didn't expand his gains much.

Seeing that the crisis was over, the women, children and the elderly behind the three began to sob softly.

Although they had never seen Peng Zhi and his two companions in the tribe, it was enough that they were certain that they were human.

The elderly man with thinning hair and only one leg stumbled over, leaning on his cane. Tears streamed down his deeply lined face, leaving two bright streaks. He said excitedly, "Thank you so much for saving me, you three brave men."

It is worth mentioning that traces of blood and energy could still be felt in the old man's body, and they were not weak.

Clearly, he must have been at least a centurion in his youth, but he was too old, and his vitality was declining and depleted, which is why he was powerless to resist these Hou tribe warriors.

Other members of the tribe followed suit, and some even knelt down to express their gratitude.

Even the usually mischievous children looked at them timidly, not daring to be reckless.

"Quickly, young man, you can't take this injury lightly. Let me treat it for you."

A healthy woman tore off a clean strip of lining and used it as a bandage to carefully wrap around Keyun's wounds.

Ke Yun was somewhat bewildered.

The NPCs' reactions were so realistic; he had never had such an experience before and didn't know how to react.

Peng Zhi's face flushed, and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body from the pleasure.

What he cares about most when playing games is the sense of immersion, and he will never miss a cutscene.

The sight of the villagers expressing their gratitude after he offered help made him yearn to immediately return to the Hou tribe's warriors and fight his way in and out seven times.

Even for a combat-obsessed player like Lao Kuai, who always skips the storyline in games, seeing these simple, smiling faces felt more precious than any mission reward.

Of course, Frostmourne is an exception.

Seeing the three people who were inexplicably engrossed in their own world, the old man was still grateful, but this place was not exactly safe.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "What are the three brave warriors planning to do next? Are you going to retreat to Houba with us?"

"Cough cough~"

Peng Zhiqing cleared his throat, and even though he couldn't understand what the Qinghe people were saying, he put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look: "Don't worry, with us here, no monsters will harm you anymore."

"Brave warrior, which tribal language do you speak?"

"Don't be afraid, we have no enemies ahead of us."

"Um, Father, don't you think the way these three benefactors are talking sounds a lot like what that brat Manzheng said?" A middle-aged woman leaned closer to the old man and reminded him.

The old man thought for a moment and realized it did indeed resemble him. He then asked, "Three brave men, may I ask if you know Manzheng?"

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to show how tall Fat Tiger was.

Peng Zhi patted his chest and said, "Whatever your request is, just say it."