The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Chapter 120 The Player's Victory

Peng Zhi was speechless at Lao Kuai's question, and replied with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, "Whether it's a mana bar or an energy bar, they are ultimately limited."

Old Kuai stopped joking and picked up the cracked bronze pillar again.

The situation on the field has devolved into a chaotic meat grinder.

He knew Peng Zhi was telling the truth. Given the realism of the game in all aspects, even the strongest boss wouldn't always run out of strength.

Moreover, although these players are currently stunned, they still have a numerical advantage, and they have surrounded the group several times over.

The Roaring Tribe's centurion was indeed incredibly brave; every attack he made was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and screams of agony.

But as Peng Zhi said, with nearly half of the players killed or wounded, the actions of the Roaring Tribe centurion inevitably became sluggish.

The continuous high-intensity bursts were rapidly depleting his blood energy, and his originally soaring aura, like a blazing sun, had become much weaker.

This is partly why players didn't run away after suffering huge casualties, but instead became more and more engrossed in the fight.

To put it bluntly, players, once they see the effects, will not be afraid of even the strongest monsters.

The tribal chief was fully aware of his own situation.

But in the end, he had been caught off guard by Peng Zhi's scheme, and he couldn't rest easy if he didn't retaliate.

Under these circumstances, he was willing to risk his life to kill Peng Zhi.

"This boss is about to die."

"Watch your positioning, don't get hit by AOE attacks!"

"Be careful, there might be a second phase."

Amid the siege, players would occasionally shout out. Despite the heavy casualties, the players gradually shifted from fleeing in panic to occasionally retaliating.

The punishment of death is indeed severe.

Ultimately, for players, death simply means starting over again.

This psychological advantage not only makes players fearless, but also, to some extent, allows them to objectively examine their own combat methods.

Especially in such a high-pressure environment where you could be killed by the BOSS if you're not careful, players who originally had little combat experience and teamwork are quickly becoming more organized.

Not wanting to die too quickly, they all started cooperating without prior arrangement.

What if there are mistakes in coordination because everyone hasn't been trained together?

The answer is simple: if you're wrong, you die.

The tribal chief wouldn't show any mercy, otherwise there wouldn't be any question of high-pressure tactics.

Humans are creatures that you never know how much potential you have unless you push yourself.

Peng Zhi was sitting in the back and could see very clearly.

It's unclear who started it, but players began using their numerical advantage to create distance and stop rushing in to feed kills.

Bowen and Roupeng worked together very well, with A-B using his agility to draw aggro from the front.

Once Roupeng discovered that the Houzu centurion had his eye on A-B, he immediately launched a sneak attack from behind to relieve the siege.

Despite the seemingly perilous situation, these two players weren't the only ones working together so seamlessly. The tribal chief's main objective was to eliminate Peng Zhi, and he couldn't possibly chase after any player within the encirclement.

Suddenly, Roupeng seized the opportunity from behind, and his stone axe whistled through the air, striking the Houzu centurion precisely in the back of the knee.

The damage caused was negligible, but the stun effect from that blunt impact was very real.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the campus spring scenery finally managed to get behind the BOSS.

He didn't use any fancy skills; he simply infused the bone knife in his hand with all his blood energy and fiercely stabbed it towards the unarmored skin on the back of the tribal chief's neck.

Chi~

The bone knife pierced the flesh, drawing out a trail of blood.

This strike seemed to be a clear signal, instantly boosting the morale of the players who were working together more and more seamlessly.

All sorts of varied attacks were unleashed on the Roaring Tribe's centurion as if they were free.

The centurion of the Roaring Clan let out an angry and weary roar, once again unleashing his blood energy in an attempt to repel the swarm of "flies" around him.

However, the burst of blood energy this time was significantly weaker than at the beginning, and it did not kill double-digit numbers of players with a single burst of energy as it did at the beginning.

To be fair, the players who are still alive or capable of moving around in the battle are mostly in the dozens or higher.

Admittedly, even the strongest player, Campus Springtime, is still some distance from the Steel Bone Realm, but to say that these players' attacks cannot break through their defenses is a joke.

"Now!"

With a roar, Lao Kuai abandoned his guard over Peng Zhi and charged into the crowd, dragging the bronze pillar with him.

In the face of battle, he raised the nearly broken bronze pillar high in his hand, transformed the blood energy in his body into the power of the Chaotic Stream Force, and slammed it down hard on the crown of the Roaring Clan's centurion.

This strike was powerful and heavy, carrying a do-or-die determination; even the air it passed through seemed to spin.

boom!

Click~

The bronze pillar snapped in two, and the imposing figure of the Roaring Tribe's centurion finally lost his balance under this blow, crashing to the ground headfirst.

Players didn't waste this opportunity and took advantage of the situation to beat the dog when it was down.

A few breaths later, the centurion of the Roaring Clan stood up again, but his body was covered with countless new wounds.

"roar!"

The Hou tribe's centurion had bloodshot eyes. Although he was in human form, he looked more like a ferocious beast surrounded by hunters and driven to the brink of despair.

He ripped off his armor, revealing his bare torso, and stared intently at Peng Zhi behind the several layers of encirclement with his bloodshot eyes: "I'll remember you!"

Before he finished speaking, he looked around and said, "And you all, when I return, I will torture you to death!"

He was making threats, thinking he hadn't disgraced his clan, but unfortunately, those words were like casting pearls before swine to the players.

Since they couldn't understand anything anyway, some players thought the boss had entered the second phase after he removed his armor, and they all became very alert.

The Hou tribe's centurion took a deep breath, then stomped his foot heavily, his figure suddenly retreating rapidly.

He chose the weakest point in the encirclement, and his sudden action actually allowed him to break through the encirclement.

Bang~

Before the players could shout anything like "Don't let him escape!", a loud bang was heard, followed by a bloody hole exploding in the back of his head.

Ah Shui pretended to blow on the gunpowder smoke coming from the muzzle: "This thing is still the best."

He walked toward the tribal chief, carrying his flintlock pistol, about to say, "Sir, times have changed."

But the tribal chieftain, who had been shot in the back of the head, was still alive and struggling to get up.

"Damn, that's some serious stubbornness."

Fortunately, the campus spring scenery did not hesitate. She quickly rushed to the side and with one slash, separated his head from his body.

A brief silence fell over the area in front of the stronghold, followed by a burst of relieved cheers.

There was no way around it; the casualties inflicted on players by the tribal chief alone were more than those inflicted by hundreds of tribal warriors combined.

"We finally killed this BOSS."

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