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At the foot of the mountain, on the gravel ground, a large group of people were having a lively fight.

He squinted and looked more closely.

There were about two hundred people, dressed in uniform armor, lined up in formation, fighting against a group of NPC bandits.

The bandits had the words "Wohu Village Scouts" floating above their heads, and their level was displayed as 50.

He was a whole level higher than those level 20 or so lackeys in Qing Shi Village.

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow.

The level 50 normal monsters make this giant fortress quite impressive.

He continued watching.

Those players coordinated very well, with the front line tanking, the back line dealing damage, and others roaming the flanks to finish off enemies.

The formation was kept neat and orderly, with proper advances and retreats, unlike a hastily assembled random team.

Moreover, their armor was uniform in style, consisting of leather armor covered with iron plates, and they all wore the same symbol on their chests—a red tiger head.

Wu Feng frowned as he looked at the mark.

Which big gang is this guy from?

He sat down on a tree branch, wrapped his arms around himself, leaned against the trunk, and looked down at the tree.

Although those Wohu Village minions were of high level, they were still just ordinary monsters with limited combat power.

The players had more people and better teamwork, pushing forward wave after wave, and the minions couldn't hold out for long before falling in droves.

One after another, clusters of white light flashed, and more and more clusters of light accumulated on the ground.

As Wu Feng watched the other players clean up the mess, several thoughts raced through his mind.

More than two hundred people, all with the same equipment and uniform markings, worked together seamlessly.

This is not a scale that ordinary players could organize; it's at least a medium-sized player guild, and possibly even the vanguard of a large guild.

Offending such organized and powerful groups can be troublesome.

He thought about it and decided to wait and see how things went.

Letting them help clear out the monsters is fine too, so he doesn't have to do it himself.

These minions aren't difficult to defeat, but their sheer number makes it time-consuming.

With someone clearing the area for him, he could save his energy to deal with the leaders.

Moreover, he could take this opportunity to see just how skilled the BOSS of Crouching Tiger Stronghold really was.

The leader of the giant mountain stronghold is likely a first-rate martial artist.

He hadn't fought a knock-off BOSS of this level before, so he decided to see how much strength these players could force out of the BOSS.

Wu Feng leaned against the tree trunk, arms crossed, watching the battle below with great interest.

After clearing out the first wave of minions, the players reorganized their formation and began to advance towards the mountainside.

The trees on the mountainside are denser, and there are more strangely shaped rocks.

The second wave of minions emerged from behind rocks and bushes, outnumbering the first wave and being two levels higher.

The players' formation remained intact, with the front-line tanks raising their shields and the ranged classes in the back starting to deal damage.

Arrows, hidden weapons, and palm strikes—all sorts of attacks rained down on the henchmen.

Wu Feng looked at the players' ranged attacks and nodded slightly.

These people are indeed quite capable.

Ranged classes have accurate and powerful attacks; a single arrow can take away half of a minion's health.

The front-line tanks could withstand the damage; when level 50+ minions struck the shields, the shield bearers only took two steps back without falling.

They were far superior to the scattered rabble of Qing Shi Zhai.

He continued watching.

The battle on the mountainside lasted for about 15 minutes.

The players suffered few casualties, with only a dozen or so falling, but they were quickly replaced by substitutes.

The minions were mostly cleared out, and many more orbs of light appeared on the ground.

The players didn't rush to pick up items; instead, they reorganized their formation and advanced towards the summit.

Wu Feng stood up from the branch, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and leaped to a higher branch, where his view was even wider.

You can see the situation at the top of the mountain from here.

The mountaintop is a flat area surrounded by a wooden fence, inside which are many wooden houses.

The gate was made of wood, about two zhang high, with sheet metal nailed to the door panels.

There is a watchtower on each side of the gate, with archers standing on it.

The open space in front of the village gate was already filled with people.

Standing at the very front was a row of elite monsters, with the words "Wohu Village Elite" floating above their heads, level 55.

He was wearing half-body iron armor and holding a ghost-head saber, and looked a size larger than the ordinary henchmen.

Behind the elite monster stood three people.

The one in the middle was burly, with a face full of scars, wearing a suit of black iron armor, and carrying a mountain-splitting axe.

The words "He Dehu, the Chief of Crouching Tiger Village" floated above his head, and his name was in gold.

The tall, thin man on the left is wearing leather armor, holding a long spear, and the words "Liu Bao, Second-in-Command of Crouching Tiger Stronghold" float above his head.

The one on the right is a short, stout man dressed in cloth. He wasn't carrying anything in his hands, but his waist was bulging, as if he were carrying something.

The words "Qian Tong, Third Leader of Crouching Tiger Village" floated above his head.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes as he looked at the three names.

The boss with the golden name is a top-tier martial artist.

Ding Chunqiu also has a golden name and the strength of a first-class martial artist.

This leader, He Dehu, also has a golden name, but we don't know the extent of his strength.

As for the two leaders, their names are purple, and they are second-rate martial artists.

He then looked at the number of elite monsters and ordinary minions and roughly calculated it.

Including the areas on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain that have already been cleared, the total strength of the Wohu Village forces is indeed five or six hundred people.

The title of "giant counterfeit" is well-deserved.

The players have also started to take action.

More than two hundred people were divided into three groups: one in front and one on each of the left and right flanks, and slowly advanced toward the gate of the village.

The shield bearers in the front row held up their shields and pushed forward step by step.

The ranged classes in the back row began to fire arrows, which flew towards the archers on the watchtower.

The archers on the watchtower began to return fire, arrows raining down from above, striking the shields with a thud.

One player was hit by an arrow and fell, but was quickly pulled to the back and someone else took their place.

The advancing force is already close to the gate of the village.

The shield bearers in the front charged forward, braving the arrows, while the melee classes behind them followed. Once they reached the gate, they began hacking at it.

The wooden door was chopped loudly, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Inside the gate, the elite monsters began to move.

The elite monsters in the front row, wielding their demon-headed swords, stood behind the door, waiting for it to be chopped open.

Wu Feng shifted his position on the tree branch, making himself more comfortable.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move. He wanted to let the players fight for a while longer and see how strong the bosses were.

The door was quickly hacked open.

With a loud crash, the two wooden doors slammed inwards and smashed onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Players rushed in.

The elite monster behind the door immediately rushed forward, slashing down with its demon-headed blade.

The front-line shield bearers held their shields high to take the hit, but the elite monster slashed at their shields, sending them staggering back several steps. Their hands went numb, and the shields nearly slipped from their hands.

Wu Feng looked at it and nodded slightly.

These elite monsters are indeed much stronger than ordinary minions.

A single strike could send a shield bearer flying back several steps; the force was at least two or three times that of an ordinary henchman. These elites were at least third-rate martial artists, and were indeed far superior to ordinary henchmen.

The players knew how powerful it was, so they didn't dare to fight head-on and started using a tactic of close combat.

Three or four surround one, one takes the front, two flank to harass, and one looks for opportunities to attack from behind.

They worked well together.

Elite monsters are strong, but they can't withstand a large number of players.

One by one they fell down, and a white light flashed everywhere.

However, the casualties on the player's side were also considerable.

Elite monsters have a fierce counterattack; one hit can take away most of their health, and two hits can take them down.

More and more players fell to the ground, and white light flashed intermittently.

Wu Feng watched as the players' corpses turned into white light and disappeared without even frowning.

In a battle of this scale, casualties are normal.

It's already quite an achievement that two hundred men managed to break through the gates of a mountain stronghold of five or six hundred men.