Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

The elite monsters have been mostly cleared out.

The players also lost forty or fifty people, leaving only one hundred and fifty or sixty.

Then, the BOSS moved.

The leader, He Dehu, carrying a mountain-splitting axe, strode forward.

With each step, a dull thud could be heard on the ground.

Liu Bao, the second-in-command, followed on his left, a long spear held horizontally on his shoulder, his expression cold.

The third leader, Qian Tong, didn't move. He stood still, reached into the cloth bag at his waist, and pulled something out, clutching it in his hand.

He Dehu walked to the front of the formation, slammed his axe into the ground with a loud bang, and the ground shook.

He glanced at the player in front of him and shouted like thunder, "Who goes there, you piece of trash, daring to trespass on your grandpa's mountain stronghold?"

No one responded.

The players' commander shouted, and the front-line shield bearers immediately raised their shields, while the ranged classes in the back began to focus their fire on He Dehu.

Arrows, hidden weapons, and palm strikes were all aimed at He Dehu.

He Dehu sneered and swung his axe, the blade of which acted like a shield, blocking most of the attacks.

Several arrows struck his shoulder and arm, but they were embedded in his armor and did not harm him at all.

He strode forward and charged towards the players' formation.

Every step was quick, and the ground thumped and shook.

He rushed to the front, swung his axe, and with a whistling sound, cleaved directly into the shield of a shield bearer.

With a crack, the shield split in two.

The shield bearer was sent flying backward, knocking over two people behind him before crashing to the ground. A flash of white light, and he was gone.

He Dehu didn't stop. He swept his axe horizontally, sending three more flying.

Liu Bao, the second-in-command, also made a move.

With a flick of his spear, the tip shot out like a venomous snake, striking one player at a time, specifically targeting those without shields.

The players' formation was thrown into chaos.

The front row couldn't withstand the BOSS's damage, and the back row's attacks barely scratched the BOSS.

The commander shouted from behind to regroup, but He Dehu charged too fiercely and gave no chance to rearrange the formation.

Wu Feng watched from the tree branch, his brows furrowed slightly.

This leader, He Dehu, is stronger than he expected.

The force of that axe blow was much greater than Ding Chunqiu's palm strike, clearly indicating a power-type BOSS, and possibly one with very strong external martial arts skills.

Although the moves were crude and lacked skill, their strength lay in their heavy axe, which could overcome any technique with sheer force.

The second-in-command, Liu Bao, was no pushover either. He was a ruthless marksman who specialized in targeting vital points, making him a formidable opponent.

As for the third leader, Qian Tong, he hasn't made a move yet, so we don't know what his methods are.

The players are still holding on.

Someone shouted, "Focus fire on the boss!" and all the ranged attacks were directed at He Dehu.

He Dehu was covered in arrows, and his armor was riddled with dents, but his movements were not slow at all.

He charged into the crowd, hacking and slashing with his axe, each strike accompanied by a flash of white light.

Players fell one after another.

The commander finally couldn't hold on any longer and shouted "Withdraw!"

The remaining players began to retreat towards the gate of the village, but He Dehu pursued them closely, hacking at the crowd with his machete.

Liu Bao, the second-in-command, also flanked from the side, using his spear to target the players who were running behind.

Wu Feng watched the players retreat in a disheveled state, and a slight twitch appeared on his lips.

The gap in strength is indeed too large.

With over two hundred people, it's already quite an achievement that they managed to reach the BOSS.

However, when facing a top-tier martial arts master-level BOSS, simply having more people is useless.

The level advantage is obvious; the boss can kill you with a single hit, while players can only scratch the surface.

He watched as the players withdrew from the village gate and ran down the mountain.

He Dehu stopped at the village gate, didn't chase after them, stood at the gate and cursed a few times before turning back.

The second-in-command, Liu Bao, also went back. The third-in-command, Qian Tong, didn't lift a finger from the beginning; he just stood behind and watched.

Wu Feng sat on a tree branch, watching the last few players being cleaved into white light by He Dehu's axe.

The entrance to the village fell silent.

He Dehu stood at the bottom of the doorway, slammed his axe on the ground, and cursed a few times in the direction of the valley below. His voice echoed in the valley.

After he finished cursing, he turned around and walked back.

Liu Bao, the second-in-command, followed behind, hoisting his spear back onto his shoulder.

The third leader, Qian Tong, was still the same as always, with his hands in the cloth bag at his waist, following slowly.

Wu Feng stared at He Dehu's health bar for a few moments—less than 10% of that blood had been lost.

Two hundred players focused their attacks on the enemy for half a day, but the amount of health they lost was not as fast as the enemy's automatic regeneration.

"Practice external martial arts." Wu Feng muttered under his breath.

This kind of boss is the most difficult to deal with. It's not that you can't beat it, it's that it's too resilient.

Ding Chunqiu, that kind of chivalrous knight-errant, is fragile; you can take him down in one go if you find the right opportunity.

He Dehu is different; he's tough and his axe is heavy. One hit from him would be terrible, but ten hits from him wouldn't hurt him at all.

Others can make dozens of mistakes, but you'll be doomed if you make just one.

Wu Feng stood up from the tree branch and stretched his wrists.

He reached into his backpack and touched the handle of the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear; the icy touch traveled up his fingertips.

All three bosses are present, two melee and one ranged.

The third leader didn't lift a finger from beginning to end, but the bulging bag at his waist spoke volumes—hidden weapons, poison, or some other random stuff.

Ranged NPCs are the most annoying in this kind of battle. While you're fighting someone head-on, they're shooting arrows from behind. It's incredibly frustrating.

We need to deal with him first.

Wu Feng lightly touched the ground with his feet and leaped off the tree branch.

As he unleashed his Cloud Ladder technique, he drifted silently toward the village gate like a falling leaf.

When I landed, my toes touched the ground first, and I didn't make a sound.

Inside the village gate, the three leaders were walking back.

He Dehu walked at the front, his axe dragging on the ground, leaving a white mark on the stone pavement.

The second-in-command followed diagonally behind him. Liu Bao walked slowly, his spear slung over his shoulder, its tip gleaming in the sunlight.

The third leader walked at the very back, head down, his hand still groping for something in the cloth bag.

Wu Feng activated his Lingbo Weibu technique with all his might, his figure transforming into a pale blue shadow as he cut in from the side of the village gate.

The third leader had his back to him, less than three zhang away.

This distance is sufficient.

Wu Feng had already gripped the gun handle with his right hand. He thrust the gun forward.

The spear tip was aimed straight at the back of the third leader's head.

There were no fancy moves, just speed, so fast that by the time he heard the sound of the spear cutting through the air, the tip of the spear was already right in front of him.

The third leader, Qian Tong, heard the sound.

He turned around abruptly, pulled his hand out of the bag, and held three thin, dark needles between his fingertips.

But the action was only halfway done—the tip of the gun had already pierced through his left eye socket and emerged from the back of his head.

puff.

A muffled thud. The health bar was instantly emptied.

The third leader didn't even utter a sound; he froze on the spot, then slumped down like a puppet with its strings cut.

Before the body even hit the ground, Wu Feng kicked it, using the force to pull out the gun and push the body aside.

The corpse fell on Liu Bao, the second-in-command.

Liu Bao was turning his head to look back when he heard the noise, but it was too late.

The corpse struck his side, sending him flying to the side. His spear slipped from his hand and rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

"You're tough one!" He Dehu's roar exploded.

When he turned around, the axe was already in motion.

This guy reacted quickly. The moment he saw the third leader fall, he knew something was wrong. He didn't even think before he acted.

The axe swung down with a whooshing sound.

Wu Feng shifted his feet and dodged to the side.

The axe blade slashed down just past his shoulder, crashing onto the stone slab with a loud bang, sending shards of stone flying and cracking the slab.