Chapter Sixteen: Three Consecutive Kills, Gaining Bronze-Tier Equipment

Caw! Caw! Caw! ...

Just as the three of them were still reeling in shock, waves of cawing pierced the air. One after another, the Crow Warriors appeared before them. A total of forty Crow Warriors surrounded them completely.

Faced with this, Gu Panpan’s face was filled with astonishment. She had seen Yang Feng’s Crow Warriors earlier that day. Back then, their feathers had been entirely black, making them hardly any different from ordinary pets.

But now, the Crow Warriors Yang Feng summoned were cloaked in white feathers, and their strength was astonishing—they could even withstand the attacks of a Level 15 Mage. Not even the Warrior’s or Swordsman’s assaults could break through. Were these truly creatures summoned by a Level 12 Curselist? They were overwhelmingly powerful!

And with forty of them encircling the three, Yang Feng wasted no words. His eyes flashed with a cold, merciless gleam.

“Kill!” he ordered.

At once, the Crow Warriors surged toward the Mage. The Mage, alarmed, quickly raised his staff, conjuring a dazzling white light—his defensive barrier. This was the Mage’s signature protective skill; the higher the Mage’s level, the stronger the shield would be. It was said that the barrier cast by some Archmages was unbreakable even to Master Swordsmen.

Mages specialized in ranged attacks, but they had a fatal weakness: close combat. Their bodies were frail—once the enemy closed in, they stood little chance.

The Crow Warriors charged the Mage, their assault making the defensive white light tremble violently. The Mage’s face was filled with disbelief. There were simply too many Crow Warriors—if this continued, his barrier would not last long. What in the world were these creatures? Why were their attacks so powerful?

Before he could react, the defensive white light shattered, breaking into droplets of luminescence that faded into the air.

“Fireball!” In desperation, the Mage cast a massive fireball. The Crow Warriors rushing at him were engulfed in flames, but before the Mage could breathe a sigh of relief, several more Crow Warriors dove at him from above. This time, he had no chance to respond. With a sharp beak, one Crow Warrior pierced straight through his skull.

The battle lasted only a few minutes. The Mage was slain by the Crow Warriors.

At the same time, the Swordsman was besieged by more than a dozen Crow Warriors. He swung his greatsword wildly, slashing at them, but the Crow Warriors adopted a hit-and-run tactic, leaving him flustered and desperate. Seeing the Mage fall, fear crept into the Swordsman’s eyes. Yet his own physical resilience far exceeded that of the Mage. He kept swinging his sword, hoping to hack down his assailants, but no matter how he swung, the agile Crow Warriors always evaded in time. Sweat poured down his face as the struggle wore on. If this continued, even if he wasn’t killed, exhaustion would claim him.

Compared to the Swordsman, the Warrior seemed to fare better. His physical defense was greater than both Mage and Swordsman combined. Even under the Crow Warriors’ assault, he suffered only light wounds—a few bloody scratches here and there.

“A Warrior has the strongest defenses and the thickest blood,” Yang Feng muttered under his breath. “Killing one is no easy task.”

Warriors boasted both formidable attack and defense, but they had their own Achilles’ heel: lack of speed.

While the Warrior relied on his defenses to withstand the Crow Warriors’ attacks head-on, a sudden, anguished cry rang out nearby. The Swordsman, his chest torn open by several Crow Warriors, fell.

Seeing both Mage and Swordsman dispatched one after another, terror took hold of the Warrior. He could not comprehend how these Crow Warriors could be so powerful. If he had known, he’d never have come. Losing his life over a single intermediate skill book was a terrible bargain!

With that thought, the Warrior turned to flee.

“Block him! Don’t let him escape!” Yang Feng immediately commanded his Crow Warriors.

Having already slain the Mage and Swordsman, there was no way he would let the Warrior go.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...

The Crow Warriors unleashed their Feather Arrows. Countless feathers transformed into sharp projectiles, shooting toward the Warrior.

“What?” the Warrior gasped. “They have skills too?”

The Crow Warriors were already terrifying enough, but to think they could use skills as well—that was truly horrifying.

Feather Arrows struck the Warrior again and again, and though his defenses were strong, the relentless barrage left him increasingly wounded. More and more Crow Warriors surged forward, cutting off every escape.

Despair settled on the Warrior’s face.

A few minutes later, he let out a final scream and collapsed into a pool of blood, his face twisted in bitter unwillingness.

Yang Feng had only one rule in dealing with enemies—kill none, or leave none alive.

“What?” Gu Panpan stared in disbelief. “They’re all dead?”

From the start of the battle to its end, barely half an hour had passed. Yet a Mage, a Warrior, and a Swordsman had all been slain. Yang Feng had stood motionless the entire time, without raising a hand himself.

He ignored Gu Panpan, stepping forward to collect the storage pouches from the three corpses. Now that their owners were dead, these pouches belonged to whoever claimed them—meaning, they were all Yang Feng’s.

He also gathered every piece of equipment from the fallen adversaries.

[Bronze Staff, Attack +30, Spirit +15, usable by Level 15 Mages.]
[Bronze Greatsword, Attack +40, Spirit +10, usable by Level 15 Swordsmen.]
[Bronze Battle Axe, Attack +45, Spirit +20, usable by Level 15 Warriors.]