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His attributes are similar to those of Ma Tieshan from the day before yesterday. His physical strength and arm strength are both over 500, and his internal energy is over 400, which is considered to be above average among second-rate martial artists.

He then opened Zhao Tiezhu's control panel—

Zhao Tiezhu

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 52]

Loyalty: 60

【Root bone: 480】

Arm strength: 500

[Internal Strength: 390]

[Agility: 340]

【Perception: 60】

Special Skill: External Strength Training (Beginner): Increases own defense by 8%.

[Iron Shirt (Great Perfection): External martial arts technique that enhances defense.]

Qian Liu is a third-rate martial artist with even lower attributes and a loyalty level of 60.

Wu Feng turned off the control panel and glanced at the empty space.

The scattered bandits huddled in the corner, and seeing their leader had surrendered, they scurried over.

A series of surrender offers popped up at the edge of my field of vision, dozens of them scrolling by.

Wu Feng nodded to all of them.

A white light flashed across the open space, and the names above the bandits' heads all turned green.

He ordered Shi Gang to take some men to the warehouse to move things, and then go to Qingfeng Village.

After dealing with the matter at Tiebao Village, Wu Feng instructed Shi Gang to lead men to the warehouse to move things, and then go to Qingfeng Village.

Shi Gang responded, turned around and beckoned the newly surrendered bandits to head towards the warehouse.

Zhao Tiezhu and Qian Liu followed behind, the group hurrying along without daring to linger.

Wu Feng stood in the open space for a while, then turned around and left Iron Leopard Village. After getting his bearings, he headed towards Green Dragon Village.

The mountains rose and fell along the way, and the trees grew denser and denser.

After running for less than half an hour, the outline of Qinglong Village came into view.

The village gate has been repaired and looks even newer than when I came the day before yesterday.

The door panel was covered with sheet metal and nailed with copper nails. The dragon pattern carved on the lintel was repainted with gold paint, dazzling in the sunlight.

Two archers stood on the watchtower, looking down the mountain.

Wu Feng walked up from the front without hiding anything.

The archer on the watchtower saw him and opened his mouth to shout.

With a light tap of his feet, Wu Feng unleashed his Cloud Ladder technique, leaping directly onto the watchtower and striking it with a palm, turning it into white light.

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

There were already more than a dozen bandits waiting in the open space.

Hearing the commotion, more people poured out of the wooden house, some carrying knives, some holding guns, and ran towards this place in a chaotic manner.

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

These level forty-something henchmen couldn't withstand a single blow from him; they were sent flying or killed the moment they were touched.

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

They pushed their way in, and by the time they reached the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, fifty or sixty men had already fallen behind them.

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

Leading the way was a burly man, shirtless, with bulging muscles, carrying a large, ghost-headed dagger, with the words "Chief of Qinglong Village, Ma Zhanshan" floating above his head.

A person was following beside him, who caught Wu Feng's eye—not dressed as a typical military officer, but wearing a blue long robe, a square scarf on his head, and holding a folding fan, looking like a scholar.

The words "Zhang Heng, Second-in-Command of Qinglong Village" floated above his head.

The last one was a short, stout man dressed in shorts, holding a pair of short axes in his hands, with the words "Li Fu, Third Leader of Qinglong Village" floating above his head.

Wu Feng glanced at the three of them, his gaze lingering on Zhang Heng for a moment longer. He'd never seen a scholar using a fan before.

Upon seeing him, Ma Zhanshan raised his broadsword and roared, "Where did this scum come from, daring to trespass on your grandfather's mountain stronghold!"

Wu Feng rolled his eyes, too lazy to reply. He'd heard this nonsense countless times, and he was getting speechless.

With a light step, he charged straight up.

Ma Zhanshan raised his sword and slashed down, the ghost-headed broadsword whistling through the air.

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

Ma Zhanshan grunted and took seven or eight steps back, his health bar dropping by half.

Zhang Heng closed his folding fan and attacked from the side.

When the fan closed, it resembled a short stick, pointing towards Wu Feng's waist. The movement wasn't fast, but the angle was tricky.

Wu Feng reached out with his left hand and grabbed the fan.

Zhang Heng's expression changed slightly, and he tried to pull the fan back, but it was as if it were welded to Wu Feng's hand and wouldn't budge.

Wu Feng twisted his wrist, and Zhang Heng fell forward. He kicked Zhang Heng in the abdomen, and Zhang Heng screamed and flew backward, crashing into the door frame of the Hall of Righteousness. His health bar dropped by more than half.

Li Fu rushed up from the other side, hacking away at Li Fu's head with his short axe.

Wu Feng dodged the first axe blow, but the second one followed. He raised his hand and slapped the axe head, causing Li Fu's arm to tremble.

The short axe flew out of his hand, and he stumbled back several steps, landing hard on his backside.

Ma Zhanshan recovered and charged forward again, knife in hand.

This strike was even more ruthless than the previous one, the blade imbued with internal force.

Wu Feng neither dodged nor evaded, but met the attack with a palm strike. The palm and the blade clashed with a muffled thud.

Ma Zhanshan'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.

Zhang Heng leaned against the door frame, clutching his stomach, his face pale; he was also nearly dead.

Li Fu sat on the ground, his health bar almost depleted, unable to even get up.

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

Ma Zhanshan raised his head and glared at him, his eyes red, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

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

Wu Feng shook his head and slapped Ma Zhanshan in the chest.

Ma Zhanshan groaned and vanished in a flash of white light.

When the white light dissipated, a ball of light remained on the ground.

Wu Feng turned to look at Zhang Heng and Li Fu.

"Where are you two?" he asked in a flat tone.

Zhang Heng's expression changed. He glanced at the spot where Ma Zhanshan had just been lying, then at Wu Feng, remained silent for two seconds, and nodded: "I am willing to submit."

A golden notification popped up at the edge of your field of vision: "[Zhang Heng, the second-in-command of Qinglong Village, has submitted to you. Do you accept?"]

Wu Feng nodded. A flash of white light appeared on Zhang Heng's body, and the name above his head changed from red to green.

He turned to look at Li Fu.

Li Fu sat on the ground, his face pale, his lips trembling. He glanced at the spot where Ma Zhanshan had disappeared, then at Zhang Heng, and hurriedly nodded, "I...I surrender too! I surrender!"

Another notification popped up at the edge of the field of vision: "[Li Fu, the third leader of Qinglong Village, has pledged allegiance to you. Do you accept?]"

Wu Feng nodded. A flash of white light appeared on Li Fu's body, and the name above his head turned green.

Wu Feng's lips curled up slightly.

When the leader was still alive, the second and third leaders didn't dare to utter a single word.

As soon as the chief died, they immediately surrendered.

He glanced down at the ball of light on the ground, bent down and picked it up—Ma Zhanshan had obtained a purple ghost-head dagger, with mediocre stats.

Wu Feng put the knife into his backpack and opened Zhang Heng's character panel.

A translucent light curtain unfolded before my eyes—

Zhang Heng

[Realm: Second-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 48]

Loyalty: 55

【Root bone: 310】

Arm strength: 280

[Internal Strength: 350]

[Agility: 420]

【Perception: 95】

[Specialty: Advanced speaking skills: Increases the success rate of persuading and convincing targets by 30%.]

[Skill: Persuasion (Beginner): Has a certain probability of persuading neutral or hostile targets. Folding Fan Skill (Mastery).]

Wu Feng looked at the line "Advanced Eloquence" and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Increase the success rate by 30%.

This skill is useless on the battlefield, but it's more effective than any martial art when it comes to recruiting, negotiating, and winning people over.

He had previously worried that Chen Wenyuan wouldn't be able to recruit Zhou Wenyuan and Chen Shou, but now that he had Zhang Heng, he felt more at ease.

If Chen Wenyuan can't do it, let Zhang Heng give it a try.