Chapter Ninety-Five: Fighting the Tigers (Collection of 300 Plus Changes)
In the three counties occupied by the bandits led by Yan Hu, most of the players in the Han camp have left, and those who remain have basically joined the bandit camp.
Because it is more difficult for the thief camp to obtain merits, except for players who like PK and have some fantasies, the rest are basically eyeliner or idle chess left by the major guilds.
Two nights ago, Ye Feng's team completely defeated an ambushed bandit branch, and as soon as the news spread, it not only attracted the attention of all the bandits, but also made all the players in the bandit camp dumbfounded.
defeated a thousand bandits with a hundred people, and quickly killed 3 fifth-order fighters, so everyone's judgment of Ye Feng's strength was at least 6th-order.
There are only 2 6th-order powerhouses in the entire bandits, that is, Yan Hu and the leader of the original Huiji County bandits who have been refreshed by the system.
All the thieves are guessing who will make a move this time, and the players are even more excited, this time they are expected to see Yan Hu make a move, and they have let many players know early.
Although Yan Hu can only be regarded as a historical celebrity, not even a famous general, but the strength is also what current players need to look up to, and the dual factors make this news more and more popular.
It's just that Ye Feng hasn't read the forum in the past two days and doesn't know these things.
It can be said that this battle was highly anticipated from the beginning, and many players in the bandit camp watched from a distance, which made the players in the Han camp very regretful.
At this time, Ye Feng looked at the lineup of the bandits, and muttered a little in his heart: "Ma Dan, there are so many people, at least 2,000, and the dozen or so people in front of him know that they are professionals at a glance." It seems that this time it is a bit too much, and we must think of a way. ”
Ye Feng looked calm and walked forward without showing weakness, exuding an aura that far exceeded the ordinary 6th order.
He wore a hermit mask, and the people on the other side were not able to know his class and rank, only thinking that he was a powerful 6th-order warrior.
"Look, it's about to begin!"
"I don't know if there are two of them, which one is stronger?"
"Of course it's Yan Hu, how can I say that people are also celebrities."
"Not necessarily, who said that historical celebrities are necessarily better than ordinary NPCs?"
"Stop arguing, take a good look."
"yes, it's so cool, I can brag about it again."
Ye Feng stood still more than ten meters away from Dahan, and after clenching his fists slightly, he said: "I am Ye Feng of Yejia Town, Great Wilderness, who is Your Excellency?"
After returning the salute, Dahan said: "I am Yan Hu of Huiji County, you defeated one of our branches the day before yesterday, and today I am here to seek justice for my brothers."
Ye Feng frowned slightly, and said disdainfully: "With more strikes and fewer blows, don't you think that victory is not martial?"
"And you should also know that if you want to escape with my strength, you have no way to stop you." He continued.
Yan Hu nodded: "Indeed, then what do you say?"
Ye Feng stuck the spear in front of him and said provocatively: "Why don't you and I do it today, I lose, let you dispose of it, if you lose, I will spare your life, our grievances will be over, how about it?"
Yan Hu glanced at the subordinates beside him, raised his long knife and said, "Okay!"
Ye Feng pulled out the spear on the ground and prepared to attack, and the subordinates around Yan Hu also retreated.
Although Yan Hu behaved very frivolously before, he did have a dignified face now, obviously it was just his disguise before.
Ye Feng took the lead in attacking, and stabbed straight at Yan Hu's door with a single shot.
"Ding!"
Yan Hu tried his best to parry, but he was still forced back two steps by Ye Feng's powerful force.
Ye Feng took advantage of the victory to pursue, stabbed towards Yan Humian Gate again, and was dodged by him in a thousand shots, which only rich combat experience can do.
"Good!" Yan Hu roared excitedly and slashed at Ye Feng's neck.
Ye Feng could only parry in a hurry and relied on his strong strength to catch the blow.
Yan Hu took advantage of the approaching situation and immediately changed his tactics to attack Ye Feng's abdomen.
As the saying goes: "An inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous", Ye Feng has fallen into a disadvantage from the situation.
However, not only was his strength stronger than that of an ordinary Rank 6 powerhouse, but his speed was also higher than that of an ordinary Rank 6 powerhouse, and he immediately opened up the distance again with a speed advantage.
In this hand-to-hand combat, the long knife is far more useful than the spear, and if he is not sure at all, Ye Feng does not dare to propose this fight.
In fact, his control over his body is far inferior to Yan Hu, after all, this is not his own strength, and now he is slowly improving in battle.
Relying on the advantage of speed and strength to maintain the situation, Ye Feng became more and more courageous, and felt that every time he improved a little.
Yan Hu's pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and he is getting more and more excited, and the madness in his bones is slowly stimulated. To be able to change from a strong man to a bandit leader, you can imagine how crazy he is.
At first, both sides continued to parry and dodge, only causing a small amount of damage to each other at a time.
After twenty or thirty rounds, although the health of the two people did not lose much, there were many small scars on their bodies.
Yan Hu has become more and more crazy, and gradually began to pay no attention to parrying and dodging, just blindly attacking.
The battle has become a pure fighting attribute, Ye Feng has a huge advantage in this regard, and soon Yan Hu has a few deep gun holes on his body, and he only has a few shallow knife marks.
According to this situation, Yan Hu would soon be killed by Ye Feng.
Fortunately, Ye Feng was still very calm, so he avoided Yan Hu's vital point, and he knew that if he killed Yan Hu here, they really wouldn't have any chance to escape.
The fierce battle caused Yan Hu's physical strength to be consumed rapidly, and the blood consumption was even faster, and his strength, speed, and reflexes all decreased sharply.
Ye Feng just kept parrying and dodging until Yan Hu fell to the ground due to lack of physical strength, pointed the tip of the gun at him and said, "You are defeated!"
Yan Hu had come to his senses at this time, and said bitterly: "Yes, I lost, you won."
"Can we go now?" Ye Feng looked directly at Yan Hu.
"Yes, the previous thing is written off." Yan Hu gritted his teeth and said.
Ye Feng put away his spear and walked back to the soldiers under the watchful eye of a group of bandits.
Only then did the shocked players come to their senses and shout.
"I'm, I'm, Yan Hu actually lost."
"Yes, this historical celebrity is too watery, and he was actually defeated by ordinary NPCs."
"I'll just say not necessarily, just look at the bearing of this NPC and know that it's a master."
"This can't be a Tier 7 NPC, right?"
"Definitely not, if Yan Hu had run away a long time ago, how could a scumbag like him dare to challenge the level."
Due to the loud voice of the players, Ye Feng immediately noticed that there were many players nearby, and their battle was actually onlookers.
To be honest, Ye Feng is also very excited now, his hands are trembling slightly, after all, he has defeated a historical celebrity with his own hands, this kind of satisfaction and pride is not enough for outsiders, but his face is still silent.
In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, Ye Feng immediately led the team to continue to advance, and the bandits in front wanted to besiege, but were stopped by Yan Hu.
Yan Hu thought that with their strength, they would definitely not be able to stop Ye Feng, and leaving the remaining soldiers would form a mortal enemy, which was completely more than worth the loss.