Hearing Shui Se Qiangwei's words, Shi Feng gave a helpless smile.
Actually, having the Zero Wing Guild take all of the top one hundred spots on the Level Honor Board would have been a piece of cake for Shi Feng. The reason he hadn't done so was the fear of drawing too much attention and becoming public enemy number one.
After all, Zero Wing was a small guild. Having a small guild rise above all the others would likely provoke all the guilds in White River City into attacking them immediately.
But now, Zero Wing was no longer a weak guild. Even if other guilds saw this, they would only be amazed, not harbor any resentment or humiliation.
So Shi Feng didn't object.
For Wei Wo Dukuang, the Level Honor Board was his only glory. Even if it meant exceeding the level 20 cap of the three major dungeons, he had to maintain his place in the top ten of the Level Honor Board. It showed just how obsessed he was with it.
Bai Qingxue, however, was different. To securely claim the first clear of the three major dungeons, she had deliberately kept her experience points capped at level 20, 99%, not caring about the Level Honor Board at all.
After all, her title as the Ice Goddess didn't come from her level, but from her strength.
Wei Wo Dukuang was not like that. His fame rested entirely on the Level Honor Board, which was why he went to such great lengths to protect his top ten position and solidify his status.
Although Wei Wo Dukuang had been killed by Shi Feng once and lost a level, his recovery speed was astonishingly fast. With a massive number of people helping him grind, he had already returned to level 21, though he was still far behind the experience points he had when he was nearly level 22.
While Shui Se Qiangwei and the others were quickly leveling up by killing the Blood Hand Society NPCs, the female priest Xue Yan resurrected Juetian.
Juetian looked utterly dejected. Not only had most of his equipment dropped, but his level had also fallen to 16, leaving him barely stronger than an ordinary player. Gone was his former arrogance.
"I won this bet. You have no objections, do you?" Shi Feng asked softly, looking at the downcast Juetian.
Juetian looked up at Shi Feng with a displeased glance, then turned his head away, tacitly admitting Shi Feng's words.
"Heh, someone loses and still won't accept it. Truly lacking any manly backbone," Xue Yan muttered in contempt, having more or less figured out the situation.
Hearing this, Juetian's face instantly turned iron-blue with rage. He was, after all, a top assassin. Though not famous, he was a man who kept his word. Being mocked like this by a female player was unbearable. Even though he hated it, Juetian said in a low voice, "I... lost. Say it. What do you want me to do?"
"What's with your attitude? You clearly lost, yet you're acting like some resentful shrew who got bullied. As if our guild leader picked on you or something," Xue Yan retorted.
"You—"
Juetian's face shifted between black and white with fury. The surging blood almost made him cough it up. He, the renowned assassin Juetian, had never been so humiliated. Yet he was powerless. Shi Feng was still standing right there. Even before he died, he wasn't a match for Shi Feng. Now, after dying and losing so many weapons and equipment, his level dropped to 16, there was even less chance of him escaping Shi Feng's grasp.
Only then did Shi Feng speak up. "Alright, Xue Yan. Juetian is still a top-tier assassin expert. Saying that to him might be too much for his little heart. Give him some face."
"Oh," Xue Yan nodded with a smile.
Juetian nearly fainted from sheer rage.