"Go lure some more over here. With such a great spot for grinding, I want to push my way to the top of the Glory Level rankings and show the other alliance guilds what the Martial Alliance is really made of," Fengyun Wuhui said in the party chat.
"Yes, sir," several assassins replied.
The number-one spot on the level rankings still belonged to Huowu, but second place had changed.
It wasn't that Huowu and her team were slower at leveling than everyone else—they had to complete quests, and these were rare reputation quests that granted substantial reputation with White River City.
In Divine Realm, to become a formal class at level 20, you had to apply at a professional association in one of the major cities, but you needed a certain amount of reputation first. That was why Shi Feng had told Hei Zi and the others that the very first thing they should do in White River City was tackle those rare quests to quickly boost their reputation, so that once they hit level 20 they could immediately advance into an entry-level class.
If they waited until level 20 to change classes only to find they didn't have enough reputation, that would waste a ton of time and slow down their progress.
While Fengyun Wuhui was excitedly hunting three-tailed venomous scorpions, Shi Feng had already used the Void Ring to teleport to the location of the Martial Alliance's elite team healers.
Nobody would expect a solo player to voluntarily go after an elite guild team for revenge—because that was an act of suicidal overconfidence.
But Shi Feng could pull it off, because he was strong enough.
Everyone present except Fengyun Wuhui was level 9; he was the only one at level 10. A five-level gap, combined with the fact that level-ignoring equipment was extremely rare at this stage, was more than enough for Shi Feng to steamroll a group of level-9 players.
Just as the Martial Alliance's healers were topping off the main tanks in the front, Shi Feng suddenly appeared and unleashed Wind Flash and Thunder. In an instant he devoured the caught-off-guard healers, producing a wave of staggering damage numbers above 500. A few even crit for over a thousand, and in the blink of an eye the vast majority of the healers were one-shotted.
Since the healers had been spread out, three survivors remained.
Shi Feng dashed forward with Wind Chasing Sword, cut down a dumbfounded priest in a single slash, and then dispatched the last two healers with a few more strikes.
"Night Edge!" Fengyun Wuhui instantly recognized Shi Feng's gear, and veins bulged across his forehead like worms as he roared.
"Fengyun Wuhui, haven't you been looking for me this whole time?" Shi Feng smiled faintly, fixing his gaze on Fengyun Wuhui. He paid no mind to the hundred-plus players surrounding Fengyun Wuhui, staring daggers at him. "Well, here I am. Have you gotten ready to die?"
"Ready to die? I'm the one who's going to bury you. Last time you had the level advantage. This time I'm level 10 too, so who's afraid of whom? Everyone, attack! Kill him!" Fengyun Wuhui sneered and immediately ordered everyone to take Shi Feng down. He refused to believe that Shi Feng could walk away alive in front of over a hundred elite players, let alone kill him.
The Martial Alliance players all looked at Shi Feng with mocking smiles, thinking there was something wrong with his head.
One against a hundred?
Did he think he was Superman?
The last time, the players Shi Feng had killed were mostly ordinary members with only a handful of elites. But this time everyone present was a Martial Alliance elite—all level 9. Shi Feng's fate was sealed: death!
In an instant, dozens of spells shot toward Shi Feng.