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He then opened Li Fu's control panel—

【Li Fu】

[Realm: Third-rate Martial Artist]

[Level: 41]

Loyalty: 55

【Root bone: 290】

Arm strength: 300

[Internal Strength: 240]

[Agility: 260]

【Perception: 48】

Special skills: None

[Skill: Gale Axe Technique (Perfected)]

Wu Feng glanced at it and then turned it off.

A third-rate martial artist, with no special skills, just ordinary; we'll take him back to make up the numbers.

He turned off the panel and looked at Zhang Heng and Li Fu: "Lead the way to the warehouse."

Zhang Heng quickly got up and led the way, bending over. Li Fu also got up and followed behind.

The warehouse in Qinglong Village is about the same size as yesterday. The grain is piled up to half full, at least two or three thousand units.

Dozens of bolts of cloth were neatly stacked. Three boxes of silver totaled more than two thousand taels.

There were more than two thousand units of timber and stone, and a box of iron ingots, about four or five hundred units.

Wu Feng put everything into his backpack.

As I came out of the warehouse, a lot of people had already gathered in the open space.

The bandits who had been scattered earlier huddled in the corner, and when they saw Zhang Heng and Li Fu following behind Wu Feng, they all peeked and looked this way.

Zhang Heng turned around and shouted at the group of bandits, "Come here! Greetings, Chief!"

The bandits looked at each other, then quietly walked over and stood in several rows in the open space.

A man who appeared to be a leader knelt down first, followed by a group of people who knelt down in unison, shouting, "Greetings, Chief!"

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

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.

Wu Feng glanced at them and counted about fifty or sixty.

Including those who surrendered earlier, this trip brought in about a hundred more people.

He turned to Zhang Heng and said, "Take these people to Qingfeng Village. When you get there, find Mu Lingyun and have him arrange accommodations."

Zhang Heng nodded quickly: "Yes, boss, don't worry, I will definitely deliver it."

Wu Feng glanced at Li Fu again: "You go too."

Li Fu readily agreed.

Wu Feng didn't say anything more, turned around and left Qinglong Village.

Standing at the entrance of the village, he determined the direction and then rushed towards the last target.

After running for about half an hour, the outline of Tianling Village appeared on the horizon.

The village gate has been repaired, with the two iron-clad doors wide open. The three characters "Tianling Village" on the lintel have been repainted and are quite dazzling in the sunlight.

Two archers stood on the watchtower, leaning against the railing talking. One of them was holding half a steamed bun in his hand, chewing and laughing.

The walls on both sides of the village gate have also been repaired. The newly built stones are a lighter color than the old ones, so you can tell at a glance.

Wu Feng didn't take a detour and went straight up from the front.

The archer on the watchtower, who was carrying a steamed bun, saw him first. With something still in his mouth, he mumbled, "Someone's there—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Feng had already reached the foot of the tower. With a leap, he launched himself up and landed lightly on the watchtower.

Before the two archers could react, he struck them both with a single palm strike, turning them into white light.

The steamed bun fell from the tower, landed on the stone path, bounced once, and rolled into the grass.

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

Several bandits were squatting in the open space, wiping their knives. When they heard the noise, they looked up, saw him, and their expressions changed instantly.

One threw down his knife and ran, while the other grabbed a nearby spear, trembling as he shouted, "Enemy! Enemy attack!"

Without wasting words, Wu Feng unleashed his Iron Sand Palm technique.

He struck the man holding the spear in the chest with a palm, sending him flying backward and crashing into the wooden wall behind him, turning into a flash of white light.

The one who ran away was already shouting at the top of his lungs: "Someone's breaking into the village! Someone's breaking into the village!"

The entire village erupted in chaos.

One by one, the doors of the wooden house were pushed open, and bandits poured out.

Some were shirtless, while others were putting on clothes as they ran, carrying knives, guns, and clubs, and they gathered haphazardly in the open space.

Before they could form a battle formation, Wu Feng charged straight into the crowd.

One slap, one kill, clean and swift. These level 40 henchmen couldn't withstand a single blow from him; they were sent flying the moment they were touched, and died instantly upon contact.

One flash of white light after another, and the screams were gone before they could even finish.

When they had fought about the tenth bandit, one of them was down to almost no health. He suddenly knelt on the ground, begging, "Spare me! Spare me!"

A surrender offer popped up at the edge of his vision, and Wu Feng clicked "yes" immediately. A flash of white light appeared on the man's body, his name above his head turned green, and he shrank to the side.

Keep pushing forward. Several more low-health enemies triggered the "beg for mercy" option, and all of them were recruited to surrender.

When they reached the entrance of the Hall of Righteousness, fifty or sixty bandits had already fallen behind them, and the ground was littered with scattered orbs of light. Seven or eight newly surrendered bandits were crouching in the corner, shrinking their necks and not daring to move.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, and the door was pushed open from the inside.

A group of people surged out.

Leading the way were three women, followed by a dozen or so bandits who looked like leaders.

Wu Feng paused, his gaze falling on the three leaders, and he was genuinely taken aback.

The first one was tall and slender, dressed in a black outfit with a red belt around his waist, and carrying a willow-leaf knife in his hand.

She had a rather handsome face, thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

The words "Han Yufeng, the Chief of Tianling Village" floated above her head.

The second one was shorter, with a round face, and looked quite young. He was wearing a light blue short-sleeved outfit and holding two short swords in his hands.

She stood there looking left and right, her eyes quite lively. Above her head floated the words "Zhao Yu'e, Second-in-Command of Tianling Village".

The third one was the thinnest, with an oval face and fair skin. He wore a gray cloth outfit and carried nothing in his hands, but two daggers were tucked behind his waist, their hilts wrapped with blue cloth strips. Above his head floated the words "Sun Yujiao, Third Leader of Tianling Village".

Wu Feng glanced at it and his lips twitched slightly.

Having raided so many mountain strongholds, this is the first time I've seen three women as leaders.

That's actually quite interesting.

When Han Yufeng saw him, and then glanced at the scattered henchmen on the open ground and the few surrendered soldiers squatting in the corner, her face darkened.

She held the scalpel horizontally and said coldly, "Where are you from? State your name."

Wu Feng didn't bother to reply, and with a leap, he charged forward.

Han Yufeng reacted quickly, slashing down with her willow-leaf blade, accompanied by the sound of wind.

Wu Feng dodged to the side and slapped her shoulder with his palm.

She sheathed her sword to parry, the blade blocking the palm strike, but she stumbled back three steps, losing nearly half her health.

Zhao Yu'e attacked from the side, thrusting two short swords, one above and one below, towards Wu Feng's throat and lower abdomen. Her movements were swift, and her swordplay was cunning.

Wu Feng reached out with his left hand and slapped the upper short sword away with one palm, while his right hand formed a claw and directly gripped the blade of the lower short sword.

Zhao Yu'e's expression changed, and she tried to draw her sword, but the sword seemed to be welded to Wu Feng's hand and wouldn't budge.

Wu Feng twisted his wrist, and Zhao Yu'e fell forward. He slapped her on the shoulder, and Zhao Yu'e groaned as she flew to the side and crashed to the ground, losing more than half of her health.

Sun Yujiao came up from behind.

She moved very lightly, her footsteps almost silent, and drew two daggers from behind her waist, one on the left and one on the right, aiming for Wu Feng's lower back.

Wu Feng caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, shifted his feet, and used the Lingbo Weibu technique to slide half a foot to the side.

The two daggers brushed past the hem of her clothes, but missed their mark.

Sun Yujiao was too caught up in her move and didn't have time to stop. Wu Feng turned around and struck her wrist with a palm strike.

Her hand went numb, and the dagger slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. Wu Feng seized the opportunity and kicked her in the abdomen. Sun Yujiao screamed and flew backward, crashing into the door frame of the Gathering Hall, her health bar nearly depleted.

Han Yufeng recovered and charged forward again, knife in hand.

This strike was more ferocious than the previous one; the blade was imbued with internal energy, and a faint whistling sound could be heard as it slashed down.

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

Their palms clashed with a dull thud. Han Yufeng's willow-leaf knife flew out of her hand, and she fell backward, crashing to the ground with only a sliver of health remaining.

All three lay on the ground, with only a sliver of health remaining.

Wu Feng clapped his hands, walked up to Han Yufeng, and looked down at her.

"Are you willing to submit?" he asked in a flat tone.