The moment Long Chengfei spoke, a player stood up from behind him.

　　This player was about 35 years old. He spotted a crew cut hairstyle was seemingly well built. His herculean physique was the real deal and not a product of in-game special effects.

　　With his imposing figure, he would be able to insta-kill any small fry.

　　“Come at me!” This middle-aged man was straightforward and did not indulge in any idle talk. He was ready to swap pointers with Wang Yu.

　　Wang Yu stood up and cupped his fist in a customary greeting, “Iron Bull, please give me some pointers.”

　　“Drunken Battlefield!” the middle-aged man introduced himself as he flashed out his weapon.

　　Upon seeing his weapon, Wang Yu was astonished…

　　This was a two-feet-long, one-handed sword. However, in actual fact, it did not exactly resemble a sword or an Assassin’s blade. The body of the sword was three-sided with grooves on each side. These grooves were specially designed to draw blood. If one got hit by the weapon, the bleeding effect would be terrifying.

　　While Wang Yu was shocked, the Drunken Battlefield disappeared in thin air.

　　Wang Yu came to the realisation that this fellow was not a Warrior, but an Assassin…

　　Before Wang Yu recovered from his initial shock, Drunken Battlefield pounced forward without missing a beat. He leapt towards Wang Yu side and stabbed his blade towards Wang Yu’s neck.

　　The fight displayed his prowess as an ex-soldier. He was definitely more proficient compared to normal players when executing [Backstab]. Normal players would usually aim for the waist or the back.

　　Instead, Drunken Battlefield immediately went for Wang Yu’s neck… This was a fatal point for humans. Though this fight was in-game where characters had different attributes, even if Drunken Battlefield did not insta-kill his opponent, the blade in his hands was absolutely intimidating.

　　“Hey, do you have only this sort of ability?” Drunken Battlefield mocked Wang Yu with a cold chuckle.

　　At the next moment, Wang Yu took a step backwards and Drunken Battlefield’s weapon barely scraped past Wang Yu’s chest…

　　Drunken Battlefield missed his target and Wang Yu counterattacked immediately, lodging his hands on the back of Drunken Battlefield.

　　Drunken Battlefield was disorientated when his attack missed Wang Yu. Wang Yu pressed hard on Drunken Battlefield and Drunken Battlefield could not hold onto his weapon from the resulting impact. Drunken Battlefield was an experienced fighter and he did not panic. Just as Wang Yu was about to surge towards him, Drunken Battlefield rapidly used his left arm to support his body and lashed out at Wang Yu’s throat with a vicious kick.

　　Wang Yu lightly smiled. His left hand reached out to grab Drunken Battlefield’s right ankle. He thrust his right hand forward but stopped halfway and exclaimed, “You have lost!”.

　　“I haven’t been killed yet!” Drunken Battlefield replied as he tried to struggle out of Wang Yu’s vice-like grip. He realised that Wang Yu’s hand was as sturdy as Iron claws and he was completely immobilised.

　　Pugilists level of judgement was higher than that of Assassins. This was even more so when facing an opponent on the level of Wang Yu.

　　Long Chengfei kindly said, “That’s enough, Little Three. You have really lost this time!”

　　“I can still fight!” Drunken Battlefield was after all a senior and losing to a junior did not reflect well on him.

　　“Turn around and take a look!” Long Chengfei pointed at Wang Yu’s incoming right fist and let out a long sigh.

　　As Drunken Battlefield looked back, he saw that Wang Yu’s fist had stopped at the region just before his crotch…

　　Upon seeing this scene, Drunken Battlefield was disconcerted. If not for Wang Yu showing mercy…

　　“I have lost…” Drunken Battlefield was a man that was willing to admit defeat when he truly lost.

　　Wang Yu moved his hands away from Drunken Battlefield. He cupped his hands in respect and replied, “You let me win this time.”

　　Drunken Battlefield stood up begrudgingly and retorted, “Less nonsense from you, a loss is a loss. You clearly have true ability and won me fair and square.” Drunken Battlefield was a straightforward man and took full responsibility for his loss.

　　Wang Yu smiled awkwardly and asked Long Chengfei, “Who’s next?”

　　“Wait a moment.” Long Chengfei gestured towards Wang Yu and replied.

　　“This kid is indeed fierce. Do you want me to call Old Tong over?” Long Chengfei turned behind to seek advice from his group.

　　Long Chengfei did not take Wang Yu seriously at first and had decided to send out Drunken Battlefield to gauge his opponent’s standard.

　　Who would have expected things to reach such a point! Even Drunken Battlefield was soundly beaten by Wang Yu… It was their good fortune that Wang Yu was not here to cause any trouble or else Drunken Battlefield would have been injured that much more grievously.

　　Long Chengfei and Drunken Battlefield were long-time comrades. They were intimately familiar with how each other’s battle styles. Ultimately, he knew Drunken Battlefield’s combat strength. In the situation where even Drunken Battlefield could not hold back the enemy, there was little hope for the others.

　　At this point, someone from the group with a young disposition spoke out, “Calling for Old Tong? There is no need for him. Seeing that that man is representing Peak of Perfection, he is bound to have anti-stealth system tool. Third bro is going to be at a disadvantage… Why not let me try first? It will not be too late to call for Old Tong then.”

　　“Little Five has a point right there!” Drunken Battlefield nodded in agreement and said, “There is no way he could have avoided my attack. He definitely used some sort of system tool.”

　　Peak of Perfection was famed for its system tool production and Little Five’s viewpoint was indeed valid.

　　Long Chengfei caressed his chin and said, “Alright, Little Five, don’t embarrass yourself.”

　　“I’ve got it.” Little Five nodded and headed in the direction of Wang Yu. He proposed his challenge and said, “This fight would be against me.”

　　“Iron Bull! Please advise!” Wang Yu replied in a neutral manner not ceding any advantage to the other side.

　　“Frost Hook!” Little Five rushed towards Wang Yu and drew out his blade.

　　Wang Yu was here as a mediator so he was naturally going to let his opponent make the first move. He moved his left arm to protect his abdomen while reaching out with his right hand. This was his defensive stance.

　　It turned out that Frost Hook was not an ordinary type of Warrior. He did not immediately rush to frontally assault his opponents, but instead turn around and ran.

　　Wang Yu was in confusion. Previously was an Assassin and this opponent now was an Archer?

　　Frost Hook took advantage of Wang Yu’s momentary confusion to create some distance between them. As soon as they were five metres apart, he flashed his sword and the sword flew towards Wang Yu.

　　Wang Yu saw the attack and waved his right hand to intercept the oncoming blade. The sword dropped harmlessly to the ground. Frost Hook continued his onslaught and released another three blades that surged towards Wang Yu.

　　Wang Yu kicked out at the nearest blade in front of him. At the same time, he reached forward with both hands and executed [Diffraction Trace]. The two oncoming blades were intercepted and he rushed towards Frost Hook with only his fists.

　　Frost Hook saw that Wang Yu was about to reach him and quickly released another blade. Frost Hook was barely able to dodge Wang Yu’s advancing fists.

　　As he landed, Frost Hook turned his wrist and thrust the blade in his hands into the ground.

　　[Return of a Thousand Blades]!