On the snow-covered grassland, as Xuancang dissolved into white light and gradually faded, a silver-gray pair of exquisite gauntlets dropped to the ground. Before anyone could recover from Xuancang's death, Mu Xiaoxiao had already snatched the gauntlets into her inventory and turned her gaze toward Hecate's army.
"Anyone else want to step up and have a go?" Mu Xiaoxiao swept a glance over the Hecate members and smiled faintly.
Taking out a single player had yielded a piece of level-50 Mythril equipment. That was faster than grinding through team Dungeons and completing quests.
The Hecate members stared at Mu Xiaoxiao, whose smile looked perfectly adorable, and felt a chill run down their spines.
This was terrifying!
To kill a second-tier expert like Xuancang, Mu Xiaoxiao had handled the entire fight as though she were dealing with trash mobs on the roadside — relaxed and casual, and she had outright one-shot Xuancang…
It was practically a dream.
Keep in mind, this was a second-tier Class. Even if there was some gap in real combat ability, it shouldn't have been anywhere near this wide. Moreover, a second-tier Berserker's HP pool was thicker than a same-level first-tier MT's.
And even so, Xuancang had still been instakilled. So if Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to deal with other first-tier tanks, the outcome was easy to imagine…
Facing that kind of power, who would dare step forward?
For a moment, the Hecate members fell silent, while the members of the Shura Expedition Team, after a brief moment of shock, plunged into wild elation.
Back in Cold Wind City, they had always been suppressed by Hecate. Now that Mu Xiaoxiao had killed Xuancang — one of the top-ranked fighters in Hecate's forces — it was incredibly satisfying.
At the same time, watching the fight had been electrifying.
"That's incredible! Is this the result of the training Captain Shi Feng talked about?" Feng Ran looked at Mu Xiaoxiao, then shifted his gaze to Shi Feng, his heart filled with shock.
Back when Shi Feng had first established the Shura Expedition Team, he had told them that as long as they were willing to put in the effort, he would make them stronger.
At the time, Feng Ran had assumed Shi Feng was just saying that casually.
But now it turned out to be completely real. Shi Feng really could make them stronger — and not by a small margin either. The difference was night and day.
This strength wasn't just a boost in raw stats; there had been a qualitative leap in technique and skill as well.
Looking at Mu Xiaoxiao now, Feng Ran couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure reminiscent of what he'd experienced facing Jing Wuming before — only this pressure wasn't quite as overwhelming.
Just thinking about the possibility of his own strength reaching that level sent Feng Ran's heart burning with anticipation.
He knew full well that someone of Xuancang's caliber held considerable status within Hecate. He wasn't delusional enough to aim for Mu Xiaoxiao's level — but if he could reach even Xuancang's standard, that would be more than enough to hold his head high against the players of any major guild.
Meanwhile, the independent players watching from a distance had their jaws hanging open.
"He's dead! Xuancang actually died!"
"Who on earth is that woman?"
"I know her — she used to be ranked sixth in Cold Wind City. Mu Xiaoxiao."
"Sixth in Cold Wind City? You've got to be kidding. Just now, Xuancang single-handedly killed two frontliners who ranked above Mu Xiaoxiao. Even if her strength skyrocketed in such a short time, there's no way she could casually finish off Xuancang."
The crowd stared at Mu Xiaoxiao, and one by one they began probing into her identity, curiosity burning inside them.
They didn't know until they looked — and once they did, it scared them witless.