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Wu Feng ignored him and turned to look at Ma Tieshan.

Ma Tieshan had recovered and charged forward again, knife in hand.

This strike was even more ruthless than the previous one, with a faint trace of internal force emanating from the blade.

Wu Feng neither dodged nor avoided, but met the attack with a palm strike.

Their palms clashed with their blades, producing a muffled thud.

Ma Tieshan's ghost-head knife flew out of his hand, and he fell backward and crashed to the ground, his health bar reduced to a sliver.

He tried to get up by pushing himself up from the ground, but his arms were shaking and he couldn't get up after two attempts.

The second-in-command was also lying on the ground, his health bar almost depleted.

The third leader huddled in the corner, his face pale, clutching his shoulder and too afraid to move.

Wu Feng walked up to Ma Tieshan and looked down at him.

"Are you willing to submit?"

Ma Tieshan raised his head, glared at him, his eyes red.

"Pah!" He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "I've been the king of this mountain for ten years, who do you think you are? Kill me if you want, stop talking nonsense!"

Wu Feng then looked at the second-in-command.

The second-in-command glared at him, gritting his teeth, and said, "I'd rather die than surrender!"

The third leader huddled in the corner, his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but after glancing at the leader's face, he swallowed his words.

Wu Feng waited for two breaths, but no surrender prompt appeared in his field of vision.

He shook his head, then slapped each of them, turning them into white light.

When the white light dissipated, several orbs of light remained on the ground.

Wu Feng bent down and picked it up. Ma Tieshan had obtained a purple ghost-head sword; its stats were decent.

The second-in-command dropped a blue spear. The third-in-command dropped several bottles of medicine and several dozen taels of silver.

He packed his things into his backpack and turned to look at the group of bandits who were trying to persuade him to surrender.

"Lead the way to the warehouse."

One of the leaders who had been recruiting them rushed over and led the way, bowing low.

The warehouse of Tiebao Village is much larger than that of a medium-sized mountain stronghold.

The grain filled half a warehouse, at least two or three thousand units.

There were also dozens of bolts of cloth, neatly stacked. Three boxes of silver were taken out, totaling more than two thousand taels.

The innermost warehouse was filled with more than two thousand units of timber and stone.

Wu Feng put everything into his backpack.

After leaving the warehouse, he wandered around the village again, looting all the valuables.

The twenty-odd bandits who had surrendered were still standing in the open space, waiting for his judgment.

Wu Feng glanced at the leader: "Take these men to Qingfeng Village. When you get there, find Mu Lingyun and have him make arrangements."

The leader nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, don't worry, boss, I will definitely deliver it."

Wu Feng nodded and turned to leave Iron Leopard Village.

Once outside the village gate, he took out a map and glanced at it.

Iron Leopard Village is not the only large mountain stronghold in this area.

The map Professor Zhang showed earlier indicated that there were four more around, distributed in different directions.

Not a single one can be spared.

He determined his direction and dashed toward his next target.

We arrived at the second mountain stronghold, Qinglong Village.

This mountain stronghold was built more impressively than the others, with dragon patterns carved on the gate. Although the carving wasn't very good, it looked quite authentic.

When Wu Feng stormed in, he discovered that the bandits in this stronghold were of a higher level than the others, with ordinary henchmen at level 45 and elites at level 50.

They advanced all the way and recruited more than thirty people.

When they reached the Hall of Righteousness, the First, Second, and Third Leaders rushed out together.

The leader wields a mountain-splitting axe; he's at the peak of the second tier.

The second-in-command wields a long sword; he's a mediocre second-rate fighter.

The third leader was dressed like a scholar and looked quite refined.

After the fight, all three of them had very low health.

Wu Feng asked a question as usual.

The leader glared at him but didn't say anything.

The second-in-command gritted his teeth but didn't say a word.

The third leader suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "This humble servant is willing to submit!"

The leader's expression changed, and he turned to glare at him: "You—"

The third leader shrank his neck, but didn't stand up.

Wu Feng glanced at the edge of his field of vision—a surrender notice popped up, featuring only the third leader's name.

He offered a surrender offer.

A flash of white light appeared on the third leader's body, his name above his head turned green, and he lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

The leader was trembling with rage, pointing at the third leader and yelling, "You traitor! I'll kill you!"

The leader picked up his axe and charged at the third leader.

Wu Feng didn't give him a chance, and struck out with a palm, turning the leader into a white light.

The second-in-command also delivered a follow-up blow.

When the white light dissipated, several orbs of light remained on the ground.

After picking up the items, Wu Feng glanced at the third leader kneeling on the ground.

Open the character panel —

Chen Wenyuan

[Realm: Third-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 45]

Loyalty: 45

[Specialty: Internal Affairs Management (Intermediate): Increases resource production efficiency by 10% and reduces building consumption by 5%.]

He has intermediate-level internal management skills and is a good internal affairs professional.

Wu Feng glanced at him and said, "Get up."

Chen Wenyuan quickly got up and stood to the side, bowing.

"Lead the way to the warehouse."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen Wenyuan quickly led the way.

The warehouse in Qinglong Village is much larger than the previous one.

More than 5,000 units of grain, over 100 bolts of cloth, and more than 4,000 taels of silver.

More than 3,000 units each of timber and stone.

There was also a small warehouse with several boxes of iron ingots, about eight hundred units.

Wu Feng put everything into his backpack.

After leaving the warehouse, he called over the thirty-odd bandits who had surrendered and asked Chen Wenyuan to lead them to Qingfeng Village.

Chen Wenyuan readily agreed and left with his men.

Wu Feng watched Chen Wenyuan lead the group of bandits who had surrendered disappear into the woods, then turned around, took out a map, and glanced at it.

The most recent large-scale mountain stronghold is in Wanyou Mountain, called Tianling Village.

The intelligence map that Professor Zhang introduced marked that the leader was a peak second-rate leader with more than 400 subordinates, whose ranks ranged from 45 to 50.

It is located about 100 li northeast of Qinglongzhai.

He put the map away, pushed off with his feet, and sped off in the northeast direction.

The mountains rose and fell along the way, and the forests grew increasingly dense.

After running for half an hour, a cluster of buildings appeared in the valley ahead.

Tianling Village is built between two mountain valleys, in a more precipitous location than the previous mountain villages.

The stockade wall was built of bluestone, more than ten feet high, with sharpened wooden stakes stuck on top of it.

The gate was made of a single thick wooden plank covered with iron sheets, and three large characters were engraved on the lintel—Tianling Village.

The watchtower was a bit taller than the other mountain strongholds, and two archers stood on top of it, looking down the mountain.

Wu Feng walked directly up the mountain path.

After walking a few steps, three bandits suddenly sprang out of the roadside bushes, carrying machetes and with the words "Tianling Village Scoundrels" floating above their heads, level 45.

"Stop! What are you doing—" Before the leader could finish speaking, Wu Feng struck out with his palm, sending him flying backward and crashing into a tree trunk, turning into a white light.

The remaining two hesitated for a moment, then turned to run.

Wu Feng followed in two steps, striking each of them with a palm, turning them all into white light.

We continued uphill. From time to time, bandits would dart out from the bushes and behind the rocks on both sides of the mountain path.

Some carried knives, some carried guns, and two others hid behind trees and fired sneak attacks.

Wu Feng took photos all the way, never stopping.

Those level 45 minions couldn't withstand a single blow from him; bursts of white light flashed one after another.

When I reached the entrance of the village, more than twenty people had already fallen behind me.

The village gate was open, with two iron-clad doors wide open, revealing rows of wooden houses and open spaces inside.

Just as Wu Feng approached the gate, a shout came from the watchtower: "Someone has broken into the village!"

Immediately afterwards, the clanging of bells rang out, echoing through the valley.