The public: Shattering a star with a single punch, and you call that a martial artist?

Wang Feng became secretly on guard. He turned his head and saw a figure walking towards him. This person was quite agile and had a very high level of skill.

Like a butterfly flitting among flowers, it weaved around the trees on the road, yet its speed did not slow down at all.

"As expected, I'm not the only one who's been training and spending the night outside the city," Wang Feng thought to himself. However, he didn't let his guard down, because sometimes humans are more dangerous than monsters.

Three seconds later, Wang Feng could make out the person's appearance by the dim firelight. The person was a woman in her twenties, with a beautiful face that was comparable to Lin Shiyao's. Unlike Lin Shiyao's aloofness, this woman had a warm smile on her face, and her tight black clothes accentuated her curvaceous figure.

With her hair tied in a high ponytail, a few stray strands moved with her steps, gently brushing against her smooth forehead and cheeks, adding a unique charm to her.

Wang Feng didn't approach the woman just because she was pretty; he continued grilling the meat, but kept an eye on her out of the corner of his eye.

A black thread suddenly appeared and wrapped around the roasted meat in Wang Feng's hand. Wang Feng only felt his hand go empty, and the roasted meat was already in the woman's hand.

"A thief?!" Wang Feng's eyes narrowed.

The woman had already come up to Wang Feng and sat down opposite him without any hesitation. She was eating grilled meat and showed no embarrassment or shame for taking it without asking. She asked Wang Feng in a familiar manner, "Do you have any water? Hurry up and give me a couple of sips."

Wang Feng was slightly taken aback and reminded her, "Miss, you took my dinner."

"It's just a piece of roast meat, why are you being so stingy?" The woman rolled her eyes at Wang Feng and muttered a complaint, then took out a bag of gold coins from her spatial ring and tossed it into Wang Feng's arms: "This should be enough to buy your roast meat, right?"

Wang Feng hefted the bag; the gold coins inside made a crisp clinking sound. There were at least a hundred gold coins inside. Wang Feng took out a bottle of water from his spatial ring and handed it over.

The woman unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and took two sips of water. Her fair neck was very noticeable in the firelight, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly as she swallowed.

Wang Feng didn't look at her for long, nor did he pay any more attention to the woman. Instead, he got up and prepared to leave.

The woman was surprised by Wang Feng's actions: "Why are you leaving?"

Wang Feng didn't even turn his head: "I don't want to cause trouble."

The woman gave an angry snort: "You're calling me a nuisance?"

A thief was wandering aimlessly through the mountains late at night. Judging from the way she ate, she didn't care about her image at all in front of the man, which showed that she had exhausted too much energy and couldn't afford to worry about her appearance. She could only replenish her energy as quickly as possible.

Wang Feng wasn't the kind of fool like Zhao Jiang who would lose his mind at the sight of a pretty girl. From this woman's series of actions, he could tell that she must have gotten into some trouble and just happened to run into him.

Wang Feng wasn't curious about what trouble she had encountered; it had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to stay away from this woman and not let her interfere with his plan to hunt monsters.

So when confronted with the woman's questioning, Wang Feng offered no explanation and walked straight into the depths of the mountains.

The woman wiped her mouth and looked at Wang Feng with interest: "Interesting." A faint light emanated from her fingertips as she used her Insight Technique on Wang Feng.

Wang Feng naturally noticed the woman's actions, turned his head and gave her a cold look: "What do you mean?"

Occupation and rank are a professional's greatest privacy. Using the ability to see through someone you don't know can arouse hostility. How come this woman has no sense of boundaries at all?

The woman blinked: "What do you mean?" She then looked Wang Feng up and down: "So you're an 11th-level fighter."

Along the way, Wang Feng killed many more monsters and finally leveled up to level 11.

"You're so low-level, yet you dare to come outside the city alone for training and spend the night. You're quite bold. Did you get attacked by monsters and lose your way back to the city while fleeing in panic?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Wang Feng said.

Seeing Wang Feng's angry expression, the woman rolled her eyes: "You're such a child. All I did was use the Insight Technique to check your profession and level. Fine, I'll let you use it too."

Wang Feng didn't use his insight technique on the woman; he simply said, "Boring," and turned to leave.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Wang Feng had just lit a campfire when, with a "whoosh," a fireball the size of a head slammed down on his head.

Wang Feng reacted quickly, dodging to the side. The fireball hit the rock, exploding into flames that ignited the nearby weeds and trees.

As the fireball fell, three figures quickly surrounded Wang Feng and rushed towards him: a mage holding a white staff, a burly warrior wielding a white axe, and a shield guard holding a blue shield.

The three of them frowned when they saw Wang Feng.

"It's not her!"

"Why would she use an open flame while she's running away? Wouldn't that reveal her location?"

"That thief is incredibly cunning. Who knows if she might do the opposite? I'm just doing this as a precaution."

"Let's stop arguing. We're definitely on the right track."

The three of them didn't take Wang Feng seriously at all. After a few heated arguments, the warrior finally turned his attention to Wang Feng, first using a Insight spell on him, then sneered, "So he's just a level 11 kid."

They didn't see whether Wang Feng had seen the thief, because the thief was a high-level player with excellent stealth skills. Even they had difficulty detecting any clues, let alone Wang Feng, an 11th-level fighter.

Wang Feng didn't speak, but looked at the arrogant mage and coldly reminded him, "Your fireball just now almost hit me."

The monk scoffed, "What? You want an apology?"

"You're lucky you didn't get hit. Instead of running away with your tail between your legs, you dare to talk to me like that. I think you're tired of living."

The warriors and shield guards looked at Wang Feng with disdain.

"You're just a greenhorn who's only just entered society, don't you know that might makes right in this world?"

"Why waste your breath talking to him? If he wants to die, just grant him his wish. You have one minute; we need to hurry and catch up with him."

The mage grinned maliciously: "Ten seconds will be enough."

Wang Feng hadn't intended to clash with these people, but their behavior was outrageous. They attacked without any regard for right or wrong, even using their perception technique on him. He thought he could just get an apology and let the matter drop, but these three actually wanted his life.

Wang Feng sneered, deciding to strike first!