Translator: Hellscythe_ Editor: Hellscythe_
As the independent teams departed, many had sent pitying gazes to Shi Feng.
"That fellow sure is unlucky. If we had gotten ahold of him, we would have let him live so long as he handed over the treasure. Now that those people have arrived, he won't survive."
"I heard that those Red Names seem to have some sort of special treasure that causes the players they kill to drop more items than normal."
"It's not 'seem to,' but 'must have.' One of Overwhelming Smile's expert parties killed a friend of mine, and he lost three pieces of equipment when he died. He had even dropped some of the items from inside his bag. Because of that, my friend was so frightened that he refuses to return to the Watch Cemetery."
"Shut up. We need to hurry up and leave this area. We won't be so lucky if we encounter those killing gods a second time."
"That's right. Let's get out of here."
Although these independent teams possessed the numerical advantage, the expert parties of Overwhelming Smile were like fearsome tigers. They picked up the pace, leaving as quickly as possible.
Shortly after the independent teams left, the expert party from Overwhelming Smile approached the motionless Shi Feng.
"Brother Deep, that fellow must be scared stupid; he isn't even trying to escape. How boring," a simple and honest-looking Berserker laughed as he watched Shi Feng. "And here I thought that we had encountered a somewhat powerful player that can use for exercise. Killing noobs has become really boring."
"Enough, Little Whistle. Don't think that I don't know what's going through your mind. You just want to test out your new battle axe. Since this player has a fairly high level and is traveling alone, he should be relatively skilled. You can take care of him." The Level 26 Assassin referred to as Brother Deep laughed as he glanced at the simple-looking Berserker. "Right, his items seem quite good. Don't forget to use _that_ thing; we might get some good stuff from him."
"Leave it to me!" the Berserker, Little Whistle, squinted as he smiled at Shi Feng, excitement flashing in his eyes. Step by step, he approached Shi Feng slowly. He also retrieved a black potion from his bag and emptied the contents into his mouth. "This thing seriously tastes horrible. If you didn't seem to have some valuable stuff on you, I wouldn't have to suffer such a nasty fate.
"Brat, stand still. I'll be done in just a second."
Saying so, Little Whistle raised his blood-red battle axe and swung it down towards Shi Feng.
Although this swing seemed casual at first glance, it contained speed, accuracy, and ferocity that far surpassed any ordinary player's attack. Moreover, the battle axe flew towards Shi Feng's neck, making the attack difficult to dodge. Little Whistle's casual, yet well-calculated, attack was clearly a habit developed after many years of training. He was unlike other players whose attacks would contain many unnecessary actions and were easy to dodge.
_Boom!_
The battle axe struck the ground heavily.
"Huh? I missed?" Little Whistle looked at his battle axe, which landed next to Shi Feng's feet. He had aimed properly. "Did I have too much to drink earlier?"
However, just as he was about to lift his blood-red battle axe once more, he suddenly saw a streak of black light flash across his eyes. Before he could react, his field of vision began to flip. In the next moment, he felt a slight pain, and his vision began to gray as his body fell to the ground.
