MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1786 1786: The Goal is Complete Victory

There are more than three hundred of them! If Donald and his group were killed like Mike the Duck's team on the other side of the mountain, Flying Sky could understand it as the Quan Zhen Sect having acquired large-scale weapons of mass destruction or traps near the hillside.

But Donald's group was killed on the way to the city ruins, which is quite terrifying. It at least proves one thing: the terrifying weapons in the hands of the Quan Zhen Sect are mobile, and quite conveniently so.

If that's the case, since the Quan Zhen Sect can easily annihilate Donald and Mike the Duck's teams, then eliminating the people on their side should be a piece of cake as well.

At first, Flying Sky held some hope regarding the Quan Zhen Sect, thinking that the opponent was just a small team of a dozen people. The reason they dared to enter the battlefield against nearly a thousand of his men should be because they were confident due to their small number, believing that they could achieve results simply by killing.

But now, Flying Sky has realized that this group is not what he thought; it seems they want to swallow all of his nearly a thousand players.

A dozen people wanting to swallow a thousand is simply unfathomable in terms of audacity.

Are these guys all insane?

What's even more frightening is that this eleven-member team has seemingly already wiped out two-thirds of the Spring River Warm's forces, and the other side didn't lose a single person in the process.

At this very moment, Flying Sky felt a wave of tension wash over him, no longer able to view the Quan Zhen Sect as just a small team.

As expected of a championship team in a professional league; regardless of how much gold this championship is worth, professional players indeed possess overwhelming strength compared to ordinary players.

"What do we do now, boss?"

Seeing that the Quan Zhen Sect had consecutively wiped out Mike the Duck's and Donald's teams, even the leader, Flying Sky, was beginning to feel anxious. The morale among his players had dropped to an all-time low, and they now felt panic facing a team of just a dozen people.

Think about it: if the opponent had tens of thousands of people, everyone would accept their death without shame, but if the opponent has only a dozen people and has annihilated nearly a thousand of them, the feeling and pressure are entirely incomparable.

"Everyone, don't panic!"

As the leader, Flying Sky knew the importance of keeping morale up. Now that everyone was feeling down, if he didn't remain calm, his team would surely crumble under pressure.

After pondering for a moment, Flying Sky said, "There are only a dozen people on the other side; they definitely won't be our opponents in direct combat."

"But what about Old Tang and the others…?"

Seeing that Flying Sky was about to bring up the numbers again, his subordinates rolled their eyes.

If numbers mattered, how could over six hundred of them be silently wiped out?

"You guys don't understand a damn thing!"

Flying Sky roughly interrupted his subordinates' doubts and then stated confidently, "Haven't you noticed how strange it is that Old Tang and the others were wiped out?"

"Strange? What's strange about it?" Everyone asked, puzzled.

Flying Sky explained, "They didn't die on the battlefield."

"This…"

Hearing Flying Sky's words, everyone fell silent.

Isn't that right? Mike the Duck's three hundred died while searching around the perimeter, while Donald's over three hundred were killed on their way from the forest.

"So!" Flying Sky continued his analysis, "They must have set a trap using bait to wipe out Old Tang and the others. As long as we hold our ground in this city ruin and don't take the initiative to attack, their traps won't work. Once the battlefield shrinks, and they have to face us head-on, we may not necessarily lose."

It seems that although Flying Sky claimed not to be afraid, he was still quite wary of the Quan Zhen Sect. He only dared to say that he might not lose when facing three hundred versus a dozen.

"That makes sense…"

Fear stems from the unknown; the reason everyone felt panic towards the Quan Zhen Sect was due to not knowing what kind of methods this small group had used to wipe out over six hundred people consecutively.

Now, after hearing Flying Sky's analysis, the others who were originally panicking began to calm down.

The terrain of the city ruins is complex, making it an easy place to defend and difficult to attack. With such cover, fighting with fewer against more shouldn't be a problem, especially since the opponent only has a dozen people.

"Duck Four!"

Seeing that everyone's previously low morale was starting to rise, Flying Sky quickly took the opportunity to give orders: "You take a team to guard the south gate. Duck Six! You take people to guard the north gate…"

After arranging the defense work, Flying Sky added, "Remember, we must set up watch at the gates and not let any assassins slip in, understand?"

"Got it!"

After receiving Flying Sky's orders, everyone dispersed.

…

While Flying Sky was directing the defense of the position, the Quan Zhen Sect had already finished cleaning the battlefield.

"I didn't expect we could take out two-thirds of the opposing side so easily."

The members of the Quan Zhen Sect were quite surprised at having completely annihilated the Spring River Warm players twice. They knew they could win, but they hadn't expected it to be this simple.

"That was just an appetizer", Fearless said lightly. "The last three hundred are the tough bones to chew."

"Fearless, stop joking." Ming Du patted his chest, saying, "Later, we'll move the sled to the city ruins and continue to lure them out with Old Bull and the others. With just one spell, I can wipe them out."

After two rounds of combat, Ming Du had over five hundred points, and he seemed to have inflated quite a bit.

"That's useless!"

Fearless smiled and said, "They already know our strength and will definitely turn into turtles hiding in their shells. The sled trick won't work anymore. If I'm not mistaken, this group of guys is probably hiding near the city ruins, waiting for the battlefield to shrink so they can confront us head-on."

"Facing head-on isn't something to fear!" Ming Du continued to act tough. "With one spell from me, they'll be wiped out…"

"Shut up!"

Before Ming Du could finish his sentence, he was slapped down by Boson. The others also glared at Ming Du fiercely, and seeing the murderous glances from everyone, Ming Du shrank his neck in fear.

Damn it, robbing points is one thing, but not knowing how to keep a low profile? Isn't that asking for death?

"There are still three hundred and eleven of them", Fearless pointed to the number above his head and said. "And they have the terrain as cover. Although we may not necessarily lose in a head-on fight, winning won't be easy. This kind of brain-dead strategy doesn't fit my style and differs from the outcome I previously predicted."

Having mixed with Fearless for so long, the Quan Zhen Sect members knew that while Fearless's tactical style was flexible and varied, he had one habit: he would always set a goal for himself before a battle.

For example, how many people would need to die to win this battle… and Fearless was quite obsessive about achieving this predicted outcome.

One time, if they lost one less person than predicted, that bastard Fearless even maliciously directed his side to deliberately sacrifice a player, using extremely despicable means.

"What's your predicted outcome?"

Everyone asked cautiously, afraid they might be the ones Fearless took to sacrifice.

"Complete victory!" Fearless said calmly.