Chapter 152: The Peerless Gentleman Does Not Want to Fight Anymore

Riding his Red Hare, Zhang Shan hunted down Qi Kingdom players everywhere like a grim reaper, until not a single Qi Kingdom player remained in sight.

Only then did he return to the passage to regroup with the others.

"Haha, that was satisfying. I took down at least twenty of them."

Wind Cloud Aidao laughed aloud in an arrogant manner.

"Pathetic. You only got twenty, nothing to boast about. Why don't you ask the Divine Artifact big boss over there? He probably took down close to two thousand people today alone."

"Why should I compare myself to Brother Six-Tube? He's a total monster. As long as I take down more than you guys do, I'm good, heh heh."

"Brother Six-Tube, how many people did you total today? Did you keep a tally?"

"No idea. Does the game system even have a kill count record?"

Zhang Shan had no idea how many people he had actually knocked down. He had taken out a few here and a couple of dozens there, keeping no count at all.

However, even if the number of people he had felled didn't quite reach two thousand, it must have been very close.

"Nope. Sigh, I also have no clue how the system calculates nation hostility values. We've been brawling with Qi Kingdom players for so long now, I wonder how much hostility is still lacking before nation wars officially open."

"You want a nation war right now? You're overthinking it. This is definitely controlled by the system. Only when the system decides the time is right will it trigger a nation war."

"I really want to fight in a nation war. Every country has ten to twenty million players. If everyone participates in a nation war, just imagining that scale makes it magnificent."

"That's right. Back in ancient times, a battle involving a few hundred thousand people could be called a world-shaking war. In our game, if tens of millions of players engage in a melee, the mere thought of that scene is thrilling, heh heh."

"Don't overthink it. When the time for nation wars arrives, we'll naturally find out. Since the system announcement already stated that nation wars will be introduced, it shouldn't make us wait too long. I believe before players reach level forty, a nation war will definitely break out."

"Level forty? That's way too far off. Even with God-tier Brother leveling up fast, reaching level forty will probably take at least another two months."

Zhang Shan checked his experience bar; advancing to level thirty-one required forty million experience points. The monsters in the Heavenly Gate Pass map provided much more experience.

If he focused solely on grinding monsters, he could earn at least five hundred thousand experience points in an hour, making six to seven million a day a breeze.

It would take about five days to reach level thirty-one. The only unknown was how much higher the experience requirement would increase with each subsequent level.

If the increment wasn't too steep, he figured reaching level forty might not be all that difficult.

One level every five days meant fifty days to reach level forty.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking. The experience required for each higher level would certainly escalate dramatically, and upgrading his equipment further was already getting very difficult.

The speed of grinding monsters could no longer be increased.

Even under the most ideal conditions, it would be impossible for him to reach level forty in two months.

"Let's stop talking about nation wars for now, that's still a bit far off. Boss, what's our next move? Do we go back to grinding monsters?"

"We probably don't need to. Right now, the number of players from the Peerless Guild should be about the same as ours, so we can definitely take them."

"Winning isn't even fun if we have to take down so many people. How are we going to pick everyone back up afterward? The supports simply can't save that many."

"What are you afraid of? If our own supports aren't enough, aren't there other supports out there? After finishing the bounty quests, we can just hire supports to revive people."

"That's true. What's a little money? Let's fight them. Always being bottled up like this isn't great anyway, it doesn't sound good if word gets out."

Because they had just struck down nearly two thousand members of the Wind Cloud Guild, the number of Peerless Guild players currently in the Heavenly Gate Pass map was no longer greater than theirs.

In a direct frontal clash, they wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

These top dogs in the guild were tired of acting like turtles hiding in their shells, especially since they were confident of winning.

Of course they had to start something; what was the point of playing the game if you were too cowardly?

"All right, then we'll wait here for Peerless Gentleman. If he still wants to fight, we'll trade blows with them."

Wind Cloud All-Under-Heaven made the final decision. As long as Peerless Gentleman wanted to fight, they would oblige—why fear anyone?

Of course, while they intended to go head-to-head with the Peerless Guild, it remained to be seen whether Peerless Gentleman still had any appetite for continuing the fight.

For all they knew, Peerless Gentleman might have already started getting cold feet.

The Wind Cloud Guild swiftly arranged their formations. Since they planned to fight, they needed to prepare properly.

It would be a joke if a real battle broke out and they were still scattered like loose sand.

A large-scale melee like this could not be deployed into a single massive formation, or else everyone's combat prowess couldn't be fully unleashed.

They had to split into smaller squads to ensure every individual had a chance to dish out damage.

As the Wind Cloud Guild finished setting up their small squads, Peerless Gentleman finally arrived with his main force once again.

However, this time he felt even more depressed. Previously, the ones falling on the ground didn't belong to his guild, so he hadn't cared.

Other people were falling, what did that have to do with him?

This time was different. The two thousand people guarding the passage entrance just moments ago were all players from their Peerless Guild.

Having so many guild members sprawled across the ground gave him a massive headache. It looked like he was going to have to spend a fortune hiring outsiders to resurrect them.

The real question now was whether he should continue fighting the Wind Cloud Guild. If not, even if he called people over, there would be no opportunity to resurrect the fallen guild members.

Because several thousand members of the Wind Cloud Guild were still lingering right there.

How could they possibly watch them pull their people back up?

Yet, if they actually started fighting again, the issue wouldn't just be losing two thousand people—they might all end up wiped out completely.

He had to admit that he had previously underestimated the Wind Cloud Guild, always thinking they were just those few dozen pay-to-win whales.

Everyone else was negligible; a few dozen people could hardly make a major difference in a massive melee involving tens of thousands.

However, after a few chaotic skirmishes, Peerless Gentleman realized that the most troublesome person in the Wind Cloud Guild was actually Zhang Shan.

A single person was enough to give them a headache. The Wind Cloud Guild didn't even need to fight him; they just needed to dispatch Zhang Shan alone.

He alone could throw their entire force into complete disarray.

Now that both sides had roughly equal numbers—just over eight thousand each—could their Peerless Guild still win?

Peerless Gentleman had no confidence left. He was starting to get cold feet; pressing the fight further meant high risks and low rewards, making it entirely not worth it.

After pondering for a moment, Peerless Gentleman decided it would be best to negotiate with Wind Cloud All-Under-Heaven, agreeing that once he pulled his fallen men back up, both sides would call it quits.

"Brother All-Under-Heaven, fighting any longer is pointless. How about we both drop it and call a truce?"

Actually, Wind Cloud All-Under-Heaven had long felt that this fight couldn't continue because there was no necessity for it, and he didn't want his own people dying either.

Though they could spend money to have people resurrected, wouldn't it be much better if they didn't have to fight at all?

Winning yielded no rewards, and losing meant dropping levels; it simply wasn't worth it.

"Since Brother Gentleman doesn't plan to fight anymore, we naturally have no objections. Besides, there's no real blood feud between us."