There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Starting with Zoffy, I've changed my online persona several times.

Among them, Captain Yantou was a name I casually displayed in the tavern, and it is said that he has become known in Burnett's mouth as an elusive mastermind.

Burnett is still using the pseudonym Zoffy, issuing various decrees in the trade zone every day, creating the impression that "although we don't know who he is, he seems very powerful." Little does he know that he has inadvertently exposed the true identity of "that person"...

The other is Seven, a civilian official skilled in warfare. I made my name in the loader's territory. He claims to be a big shot sent by the "Tsuburaya" Group. I initially intended to use him for negotiations, but he turned out to be a pure fighter. I guess this name is already well-known in their faction, and it's been spreading along with news of the "resurrection of a mysterious force."

Next up is the returning Ultraman Jack. I deliberately leaked this name to the pirates of Sabre Bay, and he's probably already been brought back to the Godslayer Pirate Crew. I wonder what kind of effect it will have.

Each time he changes his alias, it's out of desperation to cause trouble. Although some people might guess that these aliases belong to the same person, there's no doubt about it.

In any case, they can neither disprove nor directly confirm it.

Otherwise, they could easily assume I'm Batman, since Batman and I have never appeared together! That's easy to prove, so I must be Batman?

Unbeknownst to me, the lies of this "Tsuburaya" Group have become increasingly outrageous. Not only have they been frantically trying to gain attention among the major powers, but they have also built up a team with unwavering faith... Should I start thinking about how to end this?

“I am Rene, a hunter from the Fallen Leaf Tribe. Being distracted on the battlefield and keeping me at hunting distance is hardly a good habit!”

A valiant tribal warrior approached from the opposite direction, wielding a hand axe in each hand and carrying a javelin on his back; he was clearly a skilled hunter. Hamad's earlier defeat had shown them my prowess in close combat, so they had specifically sent up a mid-to-long-range warrior.

Many people may be misled by game classes and mistakenly believe that ranged classes are simply about increasing agility, like the slender and agile elves.

In fact, taking the longbowman as an example, their arms were incredibly thick.

Day after day of drawing, throwing, and tossing bows has made their physiques more like Hawkeye from the Avengers, because a lean and tall build wouldn't be able to draw a strong bow.

The main difference between these ranged and melee classes lies in their combat strategies. For example, Hamad will look for openings at short to medium range to strike and kill the enemy, while the hunter René excels at maintaining an advantage at medium to long range and attacking targets with a variety of techniques.

"It's alright, I, Leo, am a pure martial arts fighter. All those beam techniques are just unorthodox methods! It's the audience's distortion and the scriptwriters' compromise! I will not admit defeat!"

No sooner had I finished speaking than a javelin flew from afar, heading straight for my face. The attack was swift and accurate, clearly having been aimed at for a long time, waiting for the moment I let my guard down while speaking.

Upon witnessing such a spectacular scene, the crowd, led by Ulises, erupted in astonishing cheers, treating my battle as a performance.

...After this battle, I'll stab them in the buttocks with a knife—to open their eyes.

The colonist system remained unfazed by the approaching javelin. I dodged the attack with a side somersault, then ran in an arc, leaping after Rene.

René took no risks, retreating several steps with lightning speed. Just as I was about to get close, he tossed his hand axe, aiming it at my vitals once more.

This time, I stopped abruptly, kicked the ground hard, and a cloud of dust billowed up. The smoke not only obscured my location, but also caused the thrown hand axe to disappear silently from sight.

"What are you looking at? I'm right here!"

Unexpectedly, I slid close to the ground, instantly bursting through the dust and closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye. It happened so fast that René didn't even have time to react before I grabbed his leg with one hand!

"Take this Leo Throwing Technique!"

I grabbed one of his legs, swung him around, and the immense centrifugal force made it impossible for him to aim. After charging up, I let go and threw him dozens of meters away.

After flying out, Hunter René landed on the ground with a loud bang. His head hit the hard ground and he was instantly knocked unconscious. However, due to inertia, he still left a terrible prostate braking mark on the grass.

"I've even fought Kendoros, a monster with a sword-grass wheel, one-on-one. Your hand axe is still too ordinary!"

After I finished my assessment, I turned to look in the direction of the clan. "Who's next? If it's tactically necessary, you can all go together. I don't see it as a lack of honor!"

I noticed a pair of brothers-like warriors in the crowd, who seemed eager to step forward but looked at each other without making a move.

Upon hearing my words, they immediately consulted the tribe's chief and, after receiving permission, happily came up.

"The Jitrar brothers of the Sokeno Chieftain's Alliance formally challenge you!"

I smiled slightly: "Perfect timing, make your move!"

In such a battle, the stronger the opponent, the more it will demoralize them. Their scimitars must hold special significance; their presence is a great start.

Sure enough, as soon as they made their move, the two of them coordinated their attacks skillfully, gradually launching their assault on me with their swords.

If I grab the younger brother, the older brother will come to my rescue; if I target the older brother, the younger brother will come to my aid with his knife. This cycle repeats itself, forcing the colonizer system to be overwhelmed and slowly approached, leading to its first unavoidable retreat.

"Let me tell you something: your weakness is too fatal, and if you don't fix it, you will surely lose your lives."

I dodged their combined attack, circled around behind them, and suddenly spoke up.

"Defeat us before you start talking big!"

With victory in sight, the Gillar brothers were unconcerned, probably thinking I was trying to disrupt their coordination with words.

After dodging the attack, the colonist system suddenly abandoned its habit of dodging the sword flashes and charged straight into the middle of the two sword shadows!

A strange thing happened. Although the two brothers' cooperation was amazing, just as the younger brother's knife blocked my path, the older brother's knife circled to the side, as if deliberately avoiding me!

Their teamwork, though refined and perfected over many years, was based on experience and skill, not on direct anticipation of each other's intentions. I realized that when my brother attacked from the right, he clearly anticipated I would dodge to the left. Therefore, my older brother instinctively tried to block the left side, but he didn't expect me to stand firm against the blade!

Clearly, such an attack has a major flaw, which the colonist system has already seen through...

Normally, such a small opening wouldn't be a problem. Even if the younger brother's attack was contained, the older brother could turn the blade around to come to the rescue. But my next move disrupted their coordination once again!

"I, Leo, have also fought twin monsters! Leo Flying Kick!"

After parrying my younger brother's sword strike, I suddenly leaped up and delivered a flying kick that broke through my older brother's blockade, crashing directly into the two of them and forcefully blocking their path!

Their coordinated swordplay, originally aimed outwards, was now not only blocked, but the lack of attack direction also became increasingly apparent. I alone stood between them, easily hindering their combined attack. With each hand on one side, I fought them to a standstill, even gaining the upper hand!

When their coordination broke down, it became disjointed and full of flaws, while my hands, guided by my brain, worked seamlessly together, unleashing a series of deadly moves. I quickly seized the opportunity to knock their weapons out of their hands and win the victory.

"Thank you..." The two brothers, their faces flushed, thanked me with unclear intentions, then picked up their knives and slunk away. I don't know if they were thanking me for not killing them or for pointing out their weakness.

I smiled slightly, brushed the dust off my clothes, and said, "Anyone else who's not satisfied? Come on up!"

Okay, actually, I'm the one who should be thanking you.

I just glanced at my character panel and realized that my character's skills have unknowingly increased to "Melee: 10 (Effortless)" during the battles in the wasteland!

The performance of the colonist system also proves that combat data is being continuously collected.

This can also be seen from the changes in the colonizer system. For example, in the early battles, they would only use superhuman strength and reflexes to defeat their opponents, and often needed the cooperation of a grand strategy, taking advantage of the weather and terrain, which made them seem like they could only give and not take – specifically, they would crush other people's heads at the drop of a hat.

Now, my close combat has clearly become a combination of skill and strength. I can find my opponent's weaknesses in a short time and stun them simply by using techniques. The more skillful the combat, the more effortless and controlled it is, and the more it can subdue the opponent.

More enemies, please!

I'm going to take this opportunity to level up!

Having just defeated the Two Elements Blade, I should be able to encounter the Three Talents Sword, right? And then the Four Symbols Palm and Five Animal Fist, how far behind? If there are any Six Harmonies Overlord Spears or True Martial Seven Intercept Formations, it would be best if they came up with them too!

That's just how the rules of the martial arts world are: if you beat up the younger ones, the older ones will come out. If characters like the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, or the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin appear later, I think we can use them to practice our skills.

But even the rules of the martial arts world have their limits. You can't expect a reputable sect to come and challenge you with some kind of 108 Arhats Formation, the Lotus Flower Formation that could destroy a beggar's den, or even the Zhou Tian Star Formation with no upper limit on numbers. That kind of approach is less effective than simply saying, "You're going to die here anyway, so the rules are that I win and that's who matters."

...Well, doing this isn't a big deal for the righteous sects; it just requires them to add the extra effort of shouting, "Evil and heretical people should be killed by everyone; there's no need to talk to them about chivalry."

However, my opponents from the tribal era clearly did not have such fine traditions and advanced ideologies. They all believed that it was one thing to lose face in private, but in front of so many people, they still had to save face. Therefore, they honestly took turns challenging me and all left the stage with great grace.

But I must say something fair.

Most of the people who went up first were the true warriors of the tribe. If they lost, they would lose face and run back to their camp with their faces flushed. But the ones who came up later were a bit suspicious. Several of them were very excited when they went up, and even when they were knocked down, they were still grinning and joking, as if they had lost but were very proud.

Their purpose in coming up here is probably to satisfy the Ah Q mentality of "the top masters in the martial arts world lost to me, they also lost to me, now they are also big shots".

My teammates cheered non-stop the entire time, their voices hoarse from shouting. The spectators in the tribal camp were even more enthusiastic, dancing and singing, yelling and screaming around the battleground, turning the glorious duel into a carnival celebration!

Seeing my string of victories, Bertholdt, the old man, didn't seem to care at all. He even asked me with a smile if I needed to rest, saying he could provide me with the best tent and food.

In his eyes, my victory was a tremendous joy, even more so than I was myself. But to the people of the Scorpion Yakan tribe, my victory was particularly painful.

They deployed all available warriors in an attempt to seize victory and prevent peace talks from taking place. One of the warriors from the Thirteen Alliance tribes, who had just regained consciousness after being knocked unconscious, was dressed in different clothes by the chief and sent back into battle, in an attempt to wear him down.

As a result, he fainted twice within half an hour. I believe he would rather pretend to be unconscious than wake up easily.

Towards the end, I even sent off two child players from different tribes. Encouraged by their tribal chief, these two little guys bounced over, only to be gently pushed to the ground by me. They then excitedly got up and told their chief that they were now glorious warriors!

Those with the ability are welcome to challenge me, and those without the ability are happy to slack off. There will always be young men who want to show off in front of their crushes! Then they can go back and say they fought a powerful enemy but narrowly lost, and all the tribes can testify to that – how impressive would that be?

The decisive battle lasted for four hours, with more than 300 warriors participating. Almost all of them were defeated in one move, and no one lost their lives except for those who fell into a coma.

Finally, after Chief Berthold organized a collective meeting of the thirteen covenant tribes, the subsequent farce came to an end, and they acknowledged their defeat.

Chief Berthold's smirking face resembled that of Zhao Wuji, the leader of the Heavenly Principle Sect. If I knew Su Chahar Can's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, I would definitely kill him first. Meanwhile, Chief Sakam of the Scorpion Yakan tribe was filled with resentment.

He clearly didn't want to admit defeat, and he probably didn't want to see me achieve "total tribal domination" and then roam the grasslands wearing the "tribal nemesis" golden belt.

"Chief Bertholdt, I hope that the 'Tsuburaya' Group's will for peace can be conveyed to the entire tribe! Lord Shaflin loves peace and hopes that not only the Brownpool tribe can live in peace, but also that all tribes can live a peaceful daily life!"

In the blink of an eye, I had transformed from an unknown attacker into a distinguished guest of the Thirteen Alliance tribes, as if the killing of numerous sentries was just a dream. Everyone happily concluded the peace treaty negotiations.

Chief Berthold served me food with great hospitality and said warmly, "The envoy's merits are indelible. As long as you meet our conditions and open up the seeds and technology to us, the will of Lord Shaflin of the 'Ancient' Group will forever shine on the grasslands!"

The final distribution was that the Brown Pool tribe would provide a large amount of crop seeds to the thirteen alliance tribes and send people to guide the cultivation. The Giant River tribe, due to its strength, would receive the largest share, followed by the Scorpion Yakan tribe, and then the share would decrease step by step, with the Cedar Clan receiving the last share.

With peace now in sight, many of the refugees who had gathered behind the Cedar Clan have quietly dispersed.

Their slogans of equality became a farce in the face of stark contrasts in strength, and the fear of being exposed outweighed their joy. Now, only Gray and ten warriors remain, participating in the peace talks alone, watching our talks with blank expressions.

I gestured to Gray with my eyes to stop acting impulsively. Young people are always prone to wanting to overthrow things without considering how to build them, but actually, I didn't feel good about it either.

History seems to have repeated itself. Huang Silang may have lost, but the sun still rises; Zhang Mazi is still one step away from victory. And even though the Tang family was blown to pieces, they were not truly defeated in the end, so life goes on, and will continue like this forever.

Amidst the jubilant atmosphere that seemed to be burning like oil, I suddenly felt a pang of disgust. The atmosphere felt like the lies of Chief Berthold—sweet, alluring, yet rotten.

"Messenger, please sign here. Peace will soon be realized with your pen."

I sighed, glanced at the dejected Gray, and casually wrote a mark, my only thought being to complete this peaceful "deal" as quickly as possible.

Chief Berthold went out happily, but suddenly the sound of hooves rang out outside the tent, as if someone was riding up. The sound of the horse rolling off the saddle and landing on the ground was particularly heavy.

After a brief conversation, Chief Berthold returned, but the smile was gone from his face.

His face was taut with wrinkles, and his voice was suppressed and deep: "You're from the 'Ancient' Group?"

I nodded.

Bertholdt snorted and pulled out the newly signed treaty, tearing the parchment to shreds.

"Peace talks are cancelled!"

Chapter 514 The Second Battle for the Cloak

My team of repeaters and I were still sitting in the tent, dumbfounded. We were just about to go back and report the good news when we suddenly encountered this strange situation. We were filled with endless doubts. Fortunately, we were all wearing menacing war masks to conceal our identities, so we didn't end up looking completely bewildered.jpg.

"Grab them! Leave all of these guys here!"

For a moment, apart from Chief Berthold's furious roar, there was no other sound in the room.

What's going on?! I killed a chicken in Skyrim and this is the only commotion I'll get!