The outcome of a battle is not solely determined by raw attributes. Momentum, awareness, and strategy are just as crucial—of course, that is assuming the difference in attributes isn’t overwhelming. Otherwise, in the face of absolute power, any tactic becomes nothing more than a joke.

  The delicate girl’s gaze remained fixed on Feng Xiao’s moving figure. From the moment he reappeared to protect her, she had been staring at him in a daze.

  His upright posture, his fwless features—he seemed like a favored child of the heavens. Beneath his wickedly sharp star-like eyes was a hint of arrogance, a disdain for the world. Pride, composure, coldness, and a mischievous indifference—all these conflicting qualities somehow coexisted within him in perfect harmony.

  A perfect appearance, a perfect aura, and a heart filled with kindness and courage. "This is a man who possesses an irresistible charm," the girl silently thought to herself.

  —99.

  Wolf Demon No.5 was growing furious. His opponent seemed to predict his every move, dodging his attacks with eerie precision. He had attacked seven times, nding a hit only once—and even then, it was only because his target had been forced to evade an incoming elemental orb. In contrast, his opponent’s attacks were unnervingly accurate, striking his blind spots every single time, leaving him with no way to dodge.

  Feng Xiao quickly downed a small health potion, seizing the moment to unleash a Whirlwind Ssh just as its cooldown ended.

  —22, —23, —35, —72.

  The two wolves standing in the same line were struck simultaneously. At this moment, they no longer dared to underestimate him, hurriedly drinking their own potions to restore their health.

  As they drank, Feng Xiao dashed past Wolf Demon No.5 and executed a Shattering Strike toward Wolf Demon No.6. Mages had high attack power and could strike from afar, making them a greater threat. However, their low defense and fragile health were their fatal weaknesses.

  —50.

  Wolf Demon No.6 panicked and retreated, unching another elemental orb at Feng Xiao. But he sidestepped with ease and followed up with another Shattering Strike.

  Wolf Demon No.5 quickly reacted and rushed in to assist, but Feng Xiao merely smirked. Ignoring him, he pursued Wolf Demon No.6 relentlessly, dodging and striking in seamless rhythm.

  Wolf Demon No.6 was terrified. He kept running, casting elemental orbs in desperation, but it was as if they were cursed—every single one missed. Meanwhile, his opponent never stopped closing the gap, nding blow after blow with his dark-gold greatsword. His health was depleting rapidly, and his potion cooldown wasn’t up yet—he could only watch helplessly as his life drained away.

  Wolf Demon No.5 was beyond furious—he wanted nothing more than to slice Wolf Demon No.6 in half. That idiot! He knew he couldn’t outrun their opponent, yet he kept running like a headless chicken! Their speeds were nearly identical, leaving him to chase after them in frustration, never finding the opportunity to fnk and counterattack.

  Boom!

  Six seconds ter, Wolf Demon No.6 finally fell to the ground with unwilling eyes, dropping a few potions and the Greenwood Staff in his hand.

  Feng Xiao came to a stop. Wolf Demon No.5 halted as well, staring at him with a mix of shock and hesitation.

  This man—who seemed no stronger than a mere Level 4 novice—had just toyed with two Level 8 pyers like a cat pying with mice.

  “You… you… you cheated!” Wolf Demon No.5 blurted out, but even he knew how ridiculous that sounded. This game had no hacks, and even if there were, dodging purely by intuition was beyond what any cheat could achieve.

  Sure enough, Feng Xiao shot him a cold, disdainful gnce and scoffed, “Idiot.”

  Wolf Demon No.5 hesitated. His sixth brother had already fallen. That ghostly, unpredictable movement… it was starting to make him waver. He suddenly felt like a child wielding a divine weapon, standing before a master who needed nothing but a wooden stick.

  “…Fine, Feng Hun! You’ve got guts. The Wolf Demon Gang will remember you.” The PK notification had already revealed Feng Xiao’s name to him. Leaving behind this parting threat, Wolf Demon No.5 turned to leave.

  Boom! Boom!

  —21, —176.

  Wolf Demon No.5 froze, disbelief written all over his face as his body turned into a pilr of white light—sent back to the beginner’s vilge for resurrection.

  Feng Xiao blinked. He had only thrown Xuanyuan Sword at him as a warning, annoyed by his empty threats. He hadn’t expected it to trigger the 1% Instant Death effect.

  "If even the heavens want you dead, then dead you shall be." Feng Xiao shrugged nonchantly.

  Returning to the girl, he sighed, “I told you to leave or log out. Why didn’t you listen?” Her unwavering gaze unsettled him. He had seen that look countless times before, but something about her pure, untainted eyes made him hesitant to brush her off.

  “You… can you tell me your name?” She smiled softly, her shimmering eyes filled with curiosity.

  “I…”

  “Stay away from my sister!”

  A cold, angry voice interrupted from behind.

  A man wielding a greatsword stood there, gring at Feng Xiao like a wolf ready to strike. His eyes, in stark contrast to the girl’s, carried an intense hostility—a gaze that kept everyone at a distance.

  “Brother! You’re finally back!” The girl winked pyfully at Feng Xiao before running toward the man. His stern expression softened instantly as he pced a gentle hand on her shoulder. In that brief moment, the ice in his eyes melted completely.

  Yang Aotian, Level 8.

  Feng Xiao’s Mind’s Eye easily analyzed his stats. As for the girl—Yang Xiruo, Level 0.

  So, these were likely their real names.

  “Don’t tell me you were bullying my sister, or I will hunt you down forever. Remember that—forever.” Yang Aotian’s gaze turned sharp again as he issued his chilling warning, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

  “Brother, he didn’t bully me! He actually saved me when someone else was attacking me…” Xiruo hurriedly expined, her face full of apology as she gnced at Feng Xiao.

  “Someone bullied you? Who? What’s his name?” Yang Aotian’s heart clenched. He could not tolerate anyone defiling his angelic, fragile little sister. She had already suffered far too much.

  “Brother, I don’t know their names, and it doesn’t matter now. I don’t like seeing you fight all the time, so please, just let it go, okay?” Xiruo pleaded. She knew how overprotective her brother was, and revealing the culprit’s identity would only lead to trouble.

  Feng Xiao remained silent. He turned away and walked off. Everyone had their own fate, their own path to follow. He was an outsider. He had no right to interfere—nor did he want to. Call him heartless or indifferent if they wished. This was simply how he lived.

  “You haven’t told me your name yet!” Xiruo’s urgent voice called after him.

  “…Feng.” He answered without turning back.

  “…Brother Feng, thank you. My name is Xiruo—Xi, like the evening sun, and Ruo, like the faint mist.”

  …

  Half an hour ter, after collecting enough ore, Feng Xiao passed through the rabbit territory again—but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

  Fortunately, there were no signs of those wolf demons either.

  "Maybe I should avoid using Dominance of the World too often."

  With his attributes still suffering a 70% reduction, Feng Xiao was even weaker than before. If he ran into another battle, things wouldn’t be as easy.