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Wu Feng emerged from Qingfeng Village, exerted force with his feet, and sped toward the nearest medium-sized mountain village.

In less than fifteen minutes, the gate of a mountain stronghold came into view.

The village gate has been repaired. The watchtower has also been rebuilt, with two henchmen standing on it, talking to each other while leaning against the railing.

The knife marks on the door panel are gone, and it's covered with sheet metal, looking brand new.

The wall that he demolished most of yesterday is now standing there intact.

Wu Feng squinted and stood at the edge of the woods for a while.

The two henchmen on the watchtower had the words "Black Tiger Stronghold Henchmen" floating above their heads, and were level 38, similar to the group from the day before yesterday.

Inside the village gate, one could vaguely see people moving around.

"It's refreshed," he muttered to himself.

With a light step, it swept directly past from the front.

The henchmen on the watchtower saw him and opened their mouths to shout, but before they could utter a sound, Wu Feng had already leaped onto the watchtower and slapped each of them into white light.

He jumped down from the watchtower and landed inside the village gate.

On the open ground, a dozen or so bandits were squatting and eating breakfast. When they heard the noise, they looked up, saw him, and their expressions changed instantly.

Some threw down their bowls to grab knives, while others turned and ran.

Without wasting words, Wu Feng unleashed his Iron Sand Palm, striking one enemy after another.

One flash of white light after another, before the screams could even finish.

He pushed his way in without stopping. The henchmen, numbering over thirty, couldn't withstand a single blow from him; they were sent flying or killed the moment they were touched.

When they reached the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, a group of people fell behind them.

The door to the Hall of Gathering Righteousness opened, and three people rushed out.

The first leader carried a ghost-head knife, the second leader held a long sword, and the third leader followed at the back, clutching several steel needles in his hand.

The names above the heads of the three men were all purple—the leader was called "Han Bao," the second leader was called "Wei Qing," and the third leader was called "Sun Fu."

This is not the same person as Zhao Heihu from the day before yesterday.

Wu Feng glanced at it and realized that the new chieftain that the system had refreshed was a different person.

Han Bao raised his knife and slashed down, the ghost-headed blade whistling through the air.

Wu Feng dodged to the side and struck Han Bao in the chest with a palm. Han Bao grunted and staggered back five or six steps, his health bar dropping by more than half.

Wei Qing thrust his sword forward, but Wu Feng caught the tip between two fingers, twisted it, and the sword broke in two.

He slapped Wei Qing on the shoulder, sending him flying to the side and crashing into the wall of the wooden house.

Sun Fu stood behind, his face pale, and flung out the steel needle in his hand.

Wu Feng dodged to the side, then leaped forward and slapped him down with a palm strike.

All three of them were lying on the ground, their health bars reduced to almost nothing.

Wu Feng looked down at Han Bao: "Are you willing to submit?"

Han Bao raised his head and glared at him, gritting his teeth without saying a word.

After waiting for two breaths, no surrender prompt popped up at the edge of my field of vision.

Wu Feng shook his head, and with one palm strike each, he turned the three of them into white light.

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

He bent down and picked them up—a ghost-head knife, a longsword, and some loose silver.

He turned and walked toward the warehouse.

Pushing open the door of the first warehouse, I found dozens of bags of grain stacked inside, just as many as the day before yesterday.

The second warehouse contained cloth, the third contained silver and copper coins, and the fourth contained herbs and wound medicine.

He put everything into his backpack.

As we left the warehouse, several bandits who had just been forced to beg for mercy were still huddled in the open space, their names now turned green, crouching in the corner, too afraid to move.

Wu Feng glanced at them; there were about seven or eight.

He pointed to a leader-like figure: "Take these people 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!"

Wu Feng turned and left Black Tiger Stronghold, heading towards his next destination.

They swept through the four medium-sized mountain strongholds—Eagle Beak Village, Yellow Wind Ridge, Wild Wolf Valley, and Green Bamboo Village—one by one.

Every village has been refreshed.

The top leader, second leader, and third leader are all new faces; their names are different from those from the day before yesterday.

The minions have been replenished, and the supplies in the warehouse are about the same as the day before yesterday.

They fought their way through, recruiting those who could surrender and killing those who couldn't.

After sweeping away the four mountain strongholds, they recruited about a hundred bandits to surrender. They also looted more than 3,000 units of timber, more than 3,000 units of stone, more than 4,000 units of grain, and more than 2,000 taels of silver from the warehouse.

In the final battle at Wolf Valley, when the second-in-command was low on health, he begged for mercy.

He was a second-rate martial artist named "Zhou Meng" who wielded a spear.

Wu Feng selected the surrender option and glanced at the character panel—

Zhou Meng

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 42]

Loyalty: 50

【Root bone: 340】

Arm strength: 360

[Internal Strength: 280]

[Agility: 290]

【Perception: 55】

Specialty: Gun Mastery (Beginner): Increases damage dealt with firearms by 5%.

His attributes are average; his physical strength and arm strength are both around 300, but his internal energy is less than 300.

But at least he's a second-rate martial artist; we can take him back and train him to make him useful.

In Qingzhu Village, the second-in-command also begged for mercy.

The swordsman is named "Liu Ping," level 38, with slightly lower stats.

Liu Ping

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 38]

Loyalty: 50

【Root bone: 290】

Arm strength: 280

[Internal Strength: 310]

[Agility: 300]

【Perception: 52】

[Special Ability: Lightness of Mind (Beginner): Increases movement speed by 3%.]

Both are military generals. Although their attributes aren't great, if you take them back and train them properly, they can be used in battle later.

He sent the leader of the surrendered group to Qingfeng Village with his men, while he stood there thinking for a moment.

It's rare to see a situation like Xiong Batian recruiting three people at once, as happened the day before yesterday.

Most bosses won't be reduced to low health even when you're at low health; you just kill them outright.

The resources refreshed by medium-sized strongholds are fixed, and you can collect them every day, which is equivalent to having an additional stable source of income.

He determined the direction and headed towards the location of the large mountain stronghold.

The first target was Iron Leopard Village.

The area I cleared the day before yesterday has been refreshed again today.

The gate to the stockade has been repaired, and archers stand on the watchtowers. Inside, you can see the henchmen moving around.

Wu Feng charged in from the front, sweeping all the way through.

These level 45 henchmen are a bit more resilient than those from a medium-sized mountain stronghold, but it's only a matter of one or two blows.

They fought their way to the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, where the First Leader led the Second and Third Leaders out.

The leader was called "Shi Gang," and he carried a mountain-splitting axe. He was burly and had a golden name on his head.

The second-in-command was named "Zhao Tiezhu," and he wielded a bronze staff. His name was purple.

The third leader was a skinny man named "Qian Liu," who held a handful of darts in his hand, and his name was Green.

Shi Gang's eyes turned red when he saw him, and he raised his axe to chop at him.

Wu Feng dodged to the side and slapped him in the chest.

Shi Gang took seven or eight steps back, and his health bar dropped by a third.

Zhao Tiezhu swept over from the side, and Wu Feng grabbed the end of the stick, twisted and pulled it, causing him to fall forward and be kicked away.

Qian Liu threw darts from behind, but Wu Feng dodged them by tilting his head, then leaped forward and knocked Qian Liu down with a palm strike.

After a few moves, all three of them were lying on the ground, their health bars almost depleted.

Wu Feng walked up to Shi Gang, looked down at him, and asked, "Are you willing to submit?"

Shi Gang raised his head, stared at him, and his lips moved.

After several moments of silence, he squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth: "...Okay."

A golden notification popped up at the edge of the field of vision: "[Iron Leopard Stronghold Chief Shi Gang has submitted to you. Do you accept?]"

Wu Feng nodded.

Immediately afterwards, two more messages popped up—Zhao Tiezhu and Qian Liu had also surrendered.

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

Shi Gang got up from the ground, dusted himself off, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said somewhat stiffly, "Shi Gang greets the chief."

Wu Feng nodded and opened his character panel—

Shi Gang

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 57]

Loyalty: 60

【Root bone: 570】

Arm strength: 600

[Internal Strength: 460]

[Agility: 370]

【Perception: 68】

[Specialty: Leadership (Basic): When leading subordinates, their combat strength increases by 5%.]

[Mountain-Splitting Axe Technique (Great Perfection): Comprising eighteen forms, renowned for its powerful and fierce style.]