Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar - Chapter 90 - 83: Lychee? How Am I Supposed to "Clutch" When the Opponents Are This Weak? (Part 2)
Chapter 90: Chapter 83: Lychee? How Am I Supposed to “Clutch” When the Opponents Are This Weak? (Part 2)
These guys are still using knives?
Not using guns, how can they become a First Generation Grandmaster?
No wonder they’ve fallen to the point of robbery.
Archbishop Aiken stood ready, and seriously instructed, “Form a battle formation, those of you with long-range skills, prepare to harass with me first, and then…”
“Can’t wait, let’s just do it!”
Lu Wenwu tossed out a sentence, and the Burst Step of the Mastery Realm launched suddenly, the whole person shot out like a cannonball straight toward the Bandit Leader.
Raising his hand, he punched out; the Guardian Armor, restored to its original form, suddenly leaked strands of crimson blood energy.
The Bandit Leader was shocked, seemingly never having seen such a terrifying entity daring to charge alone against hundreds of cavalry, and his swinging speed was noticeably slower by half a beat.
Lu Wenwu’s mighty punch clashed with the sabre, instantly turning it into scrap metal that flew out of his grip.
Together with that, the Bandit Leader’s right arm was directly shattered, causing him to fall off his horse.
The damage was not right; his attack was weakened.
Lu Wenwu’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
That punch just now, under normal circumstances, should have completely smashed the opponent’s arm, but now it merely cracked flesh and caused bone damage.
“Tricky guy, quickly kill him!”
The Bandit Leader struggled to stand, surrounded by a cold, black power.
In less than a breath, his once strong physique had shrunk slightly, but the heavily injured right arm had completely recovered,
and even…
his overall aura had risen slightly!
The bandits in front collectively turned their horses to march back and attack.
Several lieutenants clustered around the Bandit Leader, their faces showing bloodthirsty madness, roaring as they charged toward the direction pointed by their leader.
Lu Wenwu showed no fear whatsoever, instead grin wickedly as he strode forward, using full force to deliver a punch.
At this moment, an aura akin to a prehistoric beast exploded from him.
The unstoppable, fierce momentum instantly coalesced upon his striking, dark red Iron Fist.
“Boom!”
Lu Wenwu punched across the void, seemingly not hitting the target.
But the next moment, the eight bandits closest to him, along with their horses, suddenly froze.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound followed, as the sturdy warhorses abruptly exploded into a rain of blood across the sky.
The eight bandits couldn’t even let out screams, ending up like eight piles of mud as they collapsed onto the ground beside Lu Wenwu.
Their whole bones and flesh burst into mud, with tough skin cracking like porcelain.
A large burst of scorching Sun Fire flared up, instantly turning their bodies into twisted black charcoal, thoroughly ending their pathetic lives.
“Your purity, too low!”
Lu Wenwu braced against the knife blade from a B+ level bandit and moved forward, smashing his Iron Fist heavily into the opponent’s head.
“Pa!”
The nice head exploded under a punch, finally presenting Lu Wenwu with his most familiar scene.
He pulled out the sabre embedded in the Guardian Armor’s visor, once again grinning wickedly as he charged toward the Bandit Leader, forcefully enduring the siege of a dozen to strike him down into a pile of meat.
At this moment, he was bathed in blood like a Demon God descending!
His four teammates were stunned at the back.
Wasn’t this a team mission, brothers?
You solved all the high-level powers on the opposing side by yourself, making us look very useless!
Realizing this, they immediately joined the battle, helping spread some of the pressure from Lu Wenwu who was in the middle of the battlefield.
Especially Archbishop Aiken, who fought the fiercest and most ferocious.
He swung a Holy Light Warhammer into the enemy crowd with relentless smashing, pounding countless bandits to death with shattered skulls and tragic appearances.
Soon, as Lu Wenwu brutally punched and shattered the head of the last bandit, this ambush came to an end.
Lu Wenwu adeptly looted corpses, trying to find some good stuff on them.
He even collected ten or so of those horse bodies.
He wanted to research whether making Spiritual Cuisine from this thing could enhance attributes.
Eating humans challenges his moral boundaries too much; he couldn’t do it.
Eating horses doesn’t seem problematic.
Even if the Eye of Insight indicated these were already demonized horses, Lu Wenwu was still confident in turning them into horse meat sausages and horse meat paste, served with egg-filled pancakes.
The other few were also seasoned veterans, likewise on the lookout for clues and information.
[You killed the Bloodthirsty Gang Leader Mi Jinchi (Level 35) and annihilated the Bloodthirsty Gang members]
[You’ve completed the side mission—Wound of Frenzied Blood]
[Mission description: The Bloodthirsty Gang active around Longevity Village survives by plundering, transformed by evil techniques into non-human entities they even make government small troops dare not confront them. Alas, from today, their wild days are over]
[Your overall personal rating has greatly increased]
“I apologize for my previous disrespect and overestimation of myself, considering your strength.”
Post-battle, Archbishop Aiken was the first to find Lu Wenwu, performing a strange salute and sincerely apologizing with bowed head.
“You are the most suitable choice to command this instance, henceforth I will follow your lead.”
“It doesn’t have to be so formal? I thought your command was pretty good.”
Lu Wenwu seemed indifferent.
His goal this time was to aggressively grind, not caring much about other issues.
This survival instance suited his taste.
Just kill everyone attacking him, no need to think hard.
“Please accept it!” Aiken insisted.
This time, he even used formal language and pounded his chest armor, kneeling on one knee to show respect.
“In the instance, the strong are revered, you clearly possess enough foundation to push into A Tier at any time, thus, you’re the best leader choice, I don’t have the certainty to lead everyone safely out.”
“Alright, alright, I agree, agree is all.” Lu Wenwu waved his hand, wishing to quickly send off this archbishop.
During this brief interaction, he only realized he’d likely encountered a model Holy Knight.
Stiff, conventional, serious, strictly adhering to the rules, obsessive, utterly lacking humor cells…
Yet conversely brimmed with ample justice and responsibility, viewing saving all beings as his duty.
If placed in a one-leading-four spectator match, Aiken the Archbishop or Aiken the Holy Knight would certainly provide a safe haven for four amateurs.
But for a fun-loving guy like Lu Wenwu… that was honestly a bit torturous.
Aiken once more pounded his chest: “Radiant Sect Archbishop, Holy Light Knight Order section leader Aiken Gorol at your command.”
Lu Wenwu said helplessly: “Alright, alright, you quickly get up, after tidying up the battlefield we’ll hurry to set off, the sun’s about to set.”
Aiken instantly stood up: “Yes!”
Then he strode off, swiftly joining the looting team.
Lu Wenwu: “…”
It was because of this seriousness that he didn’t like Aiken.
Too rigid.
Casual and laid-back guys like him honestly can’t adapt.
The five men and a dog moved quickly.
In just about ten minutes, they restarted their journey, sprinting into the depths of the only road.
Lu Wenwu found a simple map inside the Bandit Leader’s clothes.
Delaying with this ambush, if they didn’t speed up, they might really not make it before the sun set.
By sunset, with hurried efforts, the group finally reached the end of the road.
A small green stone monument stood by the roadside, with three crooked traditional characters written on it—Longevity Village.
Looking down from the hillside, one could generally see Longevity Village’s entire profile.
There were approximately hundreds of households overall, definitely not small.
It could even be called a small town.
Flock of villagers carried hoes, walking from the fields towards the village, with threads of cooking smoke rising and swaying into the sky.
“This place looks pretty Underworld-ish,” Lu Wenwu commented.
For some reason, he always felt something odd about the village, impossible for them to peacefully pass thirty days.
