Chapter 161: How Dare They!
“Dead!”
“A beginner martial artist wearing B2-grade battle armor just died like that?”
The members of the four major powers stared at Vinsonk lying on the ground, stunned on the spot, feeling as if the battle before their eyes was just a dream.
Clearly, just a moment ago the three martial artists in B-grade battle armor were about to slaughter everyone, but in the next moment those three were taken out. They died so fast that no one even had time to react; they were just suddenly dead.
As the entire field fell into dead silence, Luo Wu Shang, who had killed Vinsonk with a single sword, flashed to Vinsonk’s corpse and, without a word, started looting the body.
And it was not just Luo Wu Shang. Chen Ya and Saiwai Qiangke also rushed with their people to the corpses of the two martial artist guards at the first possible moment and began searching them, completely ignoring the members of the four major powers nearby.
This scene left Rosa and the others watching from afar dumbfounded.
“They’re stripping them already?”
Although taking loot after a wilderness battle is very common.
Right now the battle was not even completely over, yet Luo Wu Shang, Chen Ya, and the others unabashedly stripped Vinsonk and the others clean, doing it with such practiced ease and naturalness.
They were simply more professional than these robbers themselves.
And they were stripping them right in front of the members of the four major powers; was this really appropriate?
But Luo Wu Shang and the others looting equipment on the other side did not care at all and were actually enjoying it.
“Captain Chen, how are the drops?” Saiwai Qiangke asked Chen Ya excitedly, holding the briefcase of the stripped-off B1-grade battle armor.
This team transport task was absolutely a huge profit.
The B-grade series battle armor did not even need to be handed in; as long as it was repaired, it would be true divine gear in the current version. A quasi-martial artist wearing it could fight a martial artist-level boss head-on, which would greatly reduce the dungeon difficulty for future team dungeons.
“Not bad. In addition to the dropped B1-grade battle armor, this guy also had two bottles of type 2 energy potion.” Chen Ya carried the B1-grade battle armor briefcase in one hand and flipped the two light red potions in the other.
“Type 2 energy potion?” Saiwai Qiangke stared in surprise at the light red potions in Chen Ya’s hand. “Captain Chen, your luck is too good. According to the world-building notes on the forum, this thing is specifically for increasing martial artist cultivation speed.”
“How about your side?” Chen Ya asked.
“Mine is a bit worse. Aside from the battle armor, there’s just one bottle of type II healing potion. It can quickly restore injuries, better than nothing I guess.” Saiwai Qiangke took out a light green potion to show.
Healing potions did not mean much for players like them. If they were seriously injured, dying and respawning was actually best.
Of course, healing potions were not useless. In key boss battles, they could let the tank recover in time and hold out longer.
Just as Chen Ya and Saiwai Qiangke were happily chatting.
“How dare you take the North Ao Family’s battle armor! You’re courting death!” Dibos looked at Luo Wu Shang, who had taken off the B2-grade battle armor, his face extremely ugly. “Everyone, attack! Anyone who dares to flinch will die!”
At this moment, Gar and Gais also gave orders, demanding that the members of the two families fight to the death to kill those who had seized the B-grade battle armor.
For any faction in the suburbs, B-grade battle armor was more important than the life of a martial artist. Luo Wu Shang and the others openly robbing them was something they absolutely could not tolerate.
If the B-grade battle armor was lost, none of the three of them could bear the responsibility.
Although the three martial artists were dead now, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall had also paid a heavy price. Meanwhile, the four major powers still had more than two hundred quasi-martial artists in A6-grade battle armor and a large number of advanced apprentices. They could grind down the remaining hundred-plus people of Obsidian Martial Arts Hall to death through attrition.
The sudden fierce attack from the members of the four major powers also put considerable pressure on the players present. Only the forty-some veteran players felt relatively at ease. They stood in orderly formation at the front, letting the newcomers in the back use coilguns for covering fire, fighting a war of attrition against the four major powers.
Among them, Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya, who had already obtained B-grade battle armor, quickly put on the B-grade sets since the damage was not too severe, and began slaughtering the battlefield among the crowd.
With the one thousand kilograms of strength provided by the B2-grade battle armor, every casual sword swing from Luo Wu Shang had over 2800 kilograms of force. She could easily hack away quasi-martial artists wearing A6-grade battle armor. To truly block her, they had to coordinate with martial skills.
However, Luo Wu Shang’s attack speed was too fast, and with the assistance of the B2-grade battle armor, even when facing the siege of seven or eight quasi-martial artists, she left them no chance to use martial skills. Whenever she found an opening, one Martial Skill Point Star could instantly take down five or six people.
On the other side, although Chen Ya was only a quasi-martial artist, with the assistance of the B1-grade battle armor her strength reached over 1800 kilograms. Wielding a B2-grade battle saber, she could easily suppress five or six quasi-martial artists, and with an occasional Eight Leaves One Sword Style strike fused with Lightning Palm, she could kill two or three at a time.
As for Saiwai Qiangke, he was a bit unlucky. The B1-grade battle armor he had taken had a big hole in the chest. Unless it was fully repaired, it could only serve as B1-grade armor without enhancing strength or speed. Even so, with the B2-grade compound heavy bow in his hands, Saiwai Qiangke could still kill a quasi-martial artist with a single arrow from time to time.
The three of them dominated the field in harvesting quasi-martial artists, forcibly keeping the casualty ratio at one to three. For nearly every player that died, three members of the four major powers died with them.
“Insane! Truly insane! Are they really going to fight to the death like this?”
Watching from afar, Rosalina looked at Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya slaughtering everywhere. Although each of them had already killed over a hundred quasi-martial artists, it was also obvious that the continuous use of martial skills had greatly consumed their qi and blood; their faces had gone much paler.
If the fighting continued, the losses of the four major powers would indeed be tremendous, but those two would also surely die.
And if the two wanted to escape, wearing B-grade battle armor now, it would be very easy. But they clearly had no intention of running. Their choice could be summed up in one word.
Fight.
They fought more and more fiercely, like madwomen with no regard for their lives.
As for Gar and Gais, who had been watching at the mouth of the valley, their expressions were ashen as they looked at their fallen family members strewn all over the ground.
“What kind of lunatics are these people from Obsidian Martial Arts Hall? Fighting like this, not a single one has tried to run?” Gar looked at the fewer than fifty remaining disciples of Obsidian Martial Arts Hall and felt on the verge of losing his mind.
They had thought that once they had almost wiped out Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, its people would surrender, so they would not have to pay such a heavy price.
But now, even though the members of Obsidian Martial Arts Hall were down to fewer than fifty and each one was utterly exhausted, not a single one ran or surrendered.
In contrast, the members of their four major powers had been killed down to fewer than two hundred. It was insane.
They had to remember that the four major powers had a combined force of more than a thousand people, facing barely more than two hundred members of Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, two hundred of whom were ordinary people. Yet they had lost over eighty percent of their forces.
With such losses, even if they obtained the lord-level monster remains, their families would severely punish them.
“Attack! They’re about to collapse!” Dibos watched the steadily dying members of the North Ao Family, his eyes bloodshot with both shock and fury. But with things already this far, they had to wipe out the people from Obsidian Martial Arts Hall and keep a dozen experts as bargaining chips.
One minute… three minutes… five minutes…
As time passed, casualties on both sides grew. The members of Obsidian Martial Arts Hall were down to fewer than twenty, while the four major powers still had more than sixty people left.
These five-plus minutes felt like years to Dibos, and his body began to tremble.
“Damn it! Why haven’t those two fallen yet? Is their qi and blood and stamina infinite?” Dibos stared fixedly at Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya, who were still fighting, his heart full of confusion and terror.
Normally, an intermediate martial artist, even with B2-grade battle armor, facing a siege from more than two hundred fully armed quasi-martial artists, would probably turn and run. If they kept fighting, they would definitely be exhausted to death.
But Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya had already killed more than two hundred quasi-martial artists, plus large numbers of limit apprentices and advanced apprentices. The total number absolutely exceeded four hundred.
At this moment it was not only Dibos who felt terrified. Rosalina, a martial artist herself, watched Luo Wu Shang, Chen Ya, and the ten-plus others with immense shock. She looked at them as if they were monsters.
If earlier she had been impressed by their strength and technique, now calling them monsters was no exaggeration.
“Looks like I’ll have to practice my body strengthening secret technique more in the future.” Saiwai Qiangke looked at the fewer than ten remaining experts of the four major powers and gave a wry smile at his trembling hands. He truly could not fight anymore.
There were only twelve of them left now, and including himself, they were all spent. In contrast, Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya were still brimming with energy. It was obvious that both had cultivated their body strengthening secret techniques to a very high level.
“Die!”
Luo Wu Shang looked at the last five remaining enemies and thrust with her B2-grade long sword.
Martial Skill Point Star.
Fifteen streaks of starlight flashed, and all five members of the four major powers fell.
“How is this possible!”
Dibos stared at the completely wiped-out members of the four major powers, then at Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya charging toward him, and was utterly stupefied.
“No! You can’t kill us, we are heirs of the Three Great Families of the Winged Tribe!”
“If you kill us, the Three Great Families will never let you go!”
Gar and Gais looked in terror at Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya as they rushed up. Even though both of them were limit quasi-martial artists, they could not help but scream in fear.
“What are they saying?” Chen Ya looked at them speaking in the winged tribe language, utterly confused.
“They’re probably begging for mercy,” Luo Wu Shang said as she watched Gar and Gais still shouting. “But since they don’t understand human language, they’re probably NPCs who can’t trigger a plot.”
“If they don’t understand human language, then they’re useless.” Without another word, Chen Ya unleashed an Eight Leaves One Sword Style strike.
Blade light swept out in an instant. Gar and Gais did not even have time to react before they were sliced into several pieces.
“You’re doomed! You actually dared to kill heirs of the Bes and Peiwen families. The Bes and Peiwen families will hunt you down to the death!” Dibos cried out in terror in the human race language as he watched the two be instantly killed.
Dibos was truly afraid of Luo Wu Shang and Chen Ya.
They were simply demons.
Just because Gar and Gais did not understand the human race language, they killed them without a second thought. Not even lunatics were this crazy.
“There’s actually one who speaks human language?” Chen Ya could not help looking at the terrified, retreating Dibos. She had not expected someone in this robbing team to speak human language.
“That’s right, I can speak your language. You can’t kill me, I am the first heir of the North Ao Family.” Dibos looked at Chen Ya, feeling a bit more confident.
But before Dibos could finish speaking, a sword light flashed. He felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his vision began to dim.
“Y-you… why?”
Dibos stared at Luo Wu Shang in stunned confusion, not understanding why she had done this when he could speak human language.
“Why did you kill him? What if there was a hidden plot?” Chen Ya looked at Luo Wu Shang in puzzlement, not understanding why Luo Wu Shang had struck.
“He said he was an heir of the North Ao Family, and the two you just killed were also from powerful families,” Luo Wu Shang said matter-of-factly. “If we don’t kill them, how are we supposed to trigger the Three Great Families’ follow-up revenge plot?”
