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The two archers on the watchtower raised their bows, and arrows pierced the air.

Wu Feng turned his head to avoid the first one, reached out and grabbed the second one, then casually tossed it back.

The arrow flew backward and struck an archer squarely in the shoulder, who screamed and fell from the watchtower.

Another archer turned to run, but Wu Feng lightly touched the ground with his feet and used the Cloud Ladder Leap to leap directly onto the watchtower and knock it down with a palm strike.

He flipped down from the watchtower and landed on the open ground of Tianling Village.

A large crowd had already gathered in front of them.

A dark mass, at least a hundred people, wielding knives, spears, and clubs, surged out from between the wooden houses and gathered in the open space.

Some were shirtless, while others were putting on clothes as they ran; it was a chaotic scene, but they were moving quite fast.

Wu Feng glanced around and, without waiting for them to form a formation, charged straight into the crowd.

The Iron Sand Palm strikes out casually, one palm strike for each enemy.

These level 45 henchmen are a bit more resilient than the previous ones, but it's only a difference of one or two blows.

It flies when it touches it, and falls when it hits it, flashing white light everywhere.

When they reached the tenth or so, one of the bandits in front of them had almost no health left, but he wasn't dead. He suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, crying, "Spare me! Spare me!"

A golden notification popped up at the edge of the field of vision: [The Tianling Village gang members are begging for mercy. Do you wish to accept their surrender?]

Wu Feng nodded.

A flash of white light appeared on the person's body, the name above their head turned green, and they scrambled to their feet and shrank to the side.

Keep fighting. Several more plead for mercy, and I accepted their surrender offers.

After the first group of about a hundred men who rushed up finished clearing the area, there were clumps of light lying on the ground. Behind them stood five or six bandits who had just surrendered, huddled in the corner, too afraid to move.

Before Wu Feng could make arrangements for these people, a series of heavy footsteps came from the direction of the Gathering Hall.

Three people walked out of the Hall of Gathering Righteousness.

Leading the way was a burly man, with a full beard and carrying an axe—a thing even bigger than a mountain-splitting axe, its blade gleaming coldly, its handle wrapped in black cloth.

Above their heads floated the words "Xiong Batian, the Chief of Tianling Village" in purple.

On the left is a tall, thin man holding a bronze staff, the staff as thick as a baby's arm and looking quite heavy.

The words "Chang Kun, Second-in-Command of Tianling Village" floated above his head.

The person who came out from the right caught Wu Feng's eye—it was a woman.

He was dressed in a black outfit, his hair was tied up, and he held two swords in his hands. The swords were long and thin, and the guards were carved with plum blossom patterns.

The words "Mei Ruolan, Third Leader of Tianling Village" floated above her head.

Wu Feng's lips twitched slightly.

Having raided so many mountain strongholds, this is the first time I've ever seen a female bandit.

Xiong Batian walked to the center of the open space, slammed his axe into the ground, and with a loud bang, a crack appeared in the stone slab.

He glared at Wu Feng, his voice booming like thunder: "Where did this blind fool come from, daring to trespass on my Tianling Village?"

Wu Feng didn't reply, but instead charged forward.

Xiong Batian swung his axe, bringing it down with a whistling sound.

Wu Feng dodged to the side, the axe blade grazing his shoulder before crashing to the ground, sending shards of stone flying.

Taking advantage of Xiong Batian's weakened state, he struck the handle of the axe with his palm.

Xiong Batian's arm jerked, and the axe shifted half a foot to the side.

Xiong Batian's expression changed, clearly not expecting Wu Feng's palm strike to be so powerful.

Chang Kun charged up from the side, sweeping his bronze staff horizontally towards Wu Feng's waist.

This strike was swift and ruthless, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air.

Wu Feng shifted his feet, unleashing the Lingbo Weibu technique, sliding half a foot to the side as his stick swept past his clothes.

He reached out with his left hand, grabbed the end of the stick, and twisted and pulled it.

Chang Kun felt a tremendous force coming from the stick, his hand went numb, and he almost dropped it.

He gritted his teeth and tried to pull the stick back, but it was as if it were welded to Wu Feng's hand and wouldn't budge.

Mei Ruolan attacked from the other side.

Two plum blossom swords, one in front of the other, pointed their tips at Wu Feng's throat and heart with swift movements and cunning sword techniques.

Wu Feng loosened his grip on the stick, his right hand forming a palm, and unleashed the Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

As the palm swept past, Mei Ruolan's two swords simultaneously veered off course, and she staggered back two steps before regaining her balance.

The three men exchanged a glance and rushed forward at the same time.

Xiong Batian launched a direct attack, slashing, chopping, and sweeping with his axe, each move imbued with powerful internal energy.

Chang Kun moved around from the side, using his copper staff to attack the lower body.

Mei Ruolan provided support from behind, her two swords constantly seeking opportunities to strike.

Wu Feng moved swiftly between the three, fully activating his Lingbo Weibu technique.

Xiong Batian's axe always missed by a hair's breadth, Chang Kun's stick always grazed past the hem of his clothes, and Mei Ruolan's sword was always a beat too late to strike.

After a few rounds, Wu Feng figured out the three men's fighting style.

Xiong Batian is strong but slow; Chang Kun's staff technique is steady and reliable but lacks variety; Mei Ruolan's sword is fast but lacks internal strength.

He no longer held back.

Xiong Batian swung his axe down, but Wu Feng neither dodged nor avoided it, instead meeting it with a palm strike.

Their palms clashed with a muffled thud.

Xiong Batian staggered back five or six steps, nearly dropping his axe. His hand was ripped open, and blood trickled down the handle.

Wu Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a light step, he swept directly in front of him and slapped him in the chest.

Xiong Batian let out a muffled groan, flew backward, and crashed to the ground. His health bar was almost empty, leaving him with only a sliver of health.

Chang Kun charged in from the side, sweeping his bronze staff horizontally.

Wu Feng turned around, grabbed the end of the stick, poured Nine Yang True Qi into his palm, and twisted and pushed it.

Chang Kun felt a surge of heat travel along the stick, his arm went numb, and the stick slipped from his hand.

Wu Feng slapped him on the shoulder, sending Chang Kun flying to the side and crashing into the wooden house wall, his health bar nearly depleted.

Mei Ruolan thrust two swords at him. Wu Feng dodged the first one by side, caught the second one between two fingers, twisted it, and the blade broke in two.

He struck Mei Ruolan's wrist with his palm, and the plum blossom sword fell from her hand to the ground.

Mei Ruolan took a few steps back, her face pale, and her health bar had dropped by more than half.

All three were lying on the ground, their health reduced to near zero.

Wu Feng stood still and glanced at the three of them.

"Are you willing to submit?" he asked.

Xiong Batian lay on the ground, trying to get up, but his arms were trembling and he couldn't get up after two attempts.

He raised his head and glared at Wu Feng, his eyes red, his lips moving as if he were about to curse.

Chang Kun leaned against the wall, clutching his shoulder, his face pale, but he didn't say anything.

Mei Ruolan knelt on one knee, holding her injured right wrist with her left hand, her head bowed.

Wu Feng waited two seconds before speaking again: "Working with me is better than you working alone."

Xiong Batian gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long while.

He glanced at Chang Kun, who was lying on the ground, then at Mei Ruolan, and finally fixed his gaze on Wu Feng.

"...Okay." He squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

A golden notification popped up at the edge of the field of vision: "[Xiong Batian, the leader of Tianling Village, submits to you. Do you accept?]"

Wu Feng clicked "yes." Immediately afterwards, two more messages popped up—Chang Kun and Mei Ruolan had also surrendered.

A flash of white light appeared on the three people, and the names above their heads changed from red to green.

Wu Feng looked at the message and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

This was the first time I'd ever successfully recruited someone, and I never expected to win over all three of them.

Xiong Batian got up from the ground, dusted himself off, walked up to Wu Feng, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said somewhat stiffly, "Xiong Batian greets the chief."

Chang Kun followed behind and also clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Mei Ruolan was the last to walk over. She bowed and said in a low voice, "Mei Ruolan greets the Chief."