Chapter 59: Fatty Wang's Spring

An Cheng’s group of players was indeed the fastest in terms of game progression, second only to Fang Qi.

They had already fought their way to the Inner Cloister, and it would not be long before they reached Andariel’s lair.

Though the two elders, Nalan Hongwu and Elder Fu, were not high in level, their seasoned combat experience and sheer technique far surpassed those of An Cheng and the others; furthermore, as the monsters ahead yielded increasingly higher experience, the level gap between the two parties was gradually narrowing.

With their current composition of two Paladins, three Sorceresses, and an Elemental Druid, their wilderness pioneering was formidable; even though they were still far from optimized, clearing monsters along the way proved entirely smooth.

On the other side, Song Qingfeng and his group had also passed the Barracks and carved their way into the Jail!

Song Qingfeng and the others happened to be sitting right next to Wang Tai today.

As veteran players, they were already well-acquainted with one another and would chat occasionally; during a moment spent running across the map, Song Qingfeng took two sips of Sprite while glancing sideways at Fatty Wang's screen.

A single glance was all it took to leave him completely dumbfounded.

Fatty Wang was actually soloing the Smith all by himself?!

This fat guy was going solo?! And he was soloing the Smith?!

One had to know that the Smith in the Barracks had been transformed into a powerful demon; back when they fought him, they could barely take two punches before having to retreat in a frenzy to chug health potions!

Did you think you were the boss?! Soloing a demon Smith?!

Considering that Fatty Wang maintained only about four hours of playtime each day—and even if he occasionally played a bit longer, he absolutely never filled the six-hour maximum—it was truly unbelievable that he could achieve such game progression. Song Qingfeng could not help but keep watching.

They saw the fat guy clutching a tiny wand, hiding behind a wall corner, while in the room ahead of him, a Clay Golem and four skeletons were being ruthlessly battered by six or seven monsters alongside the Smith!

The fat guy stealthily poked half his head out to peek, quietly chanting a couple of incantations.

Instantly, a succession of eerie, dark red lights erupted over the heads of the monsters!

Right after that, Fatty Wang plumped his backside down behind the door to wait, no longer showing his face at all; he casually took off his virtual reality headset and took a tiny, agonizingly reluctant sip of Sprite.

Today was the very first time he had bought such a thing, and the expenditure pained him so much he wanted to die.

"That fellow Qi won't even give me a discount!" Fatty Wang wept floods of tears. "And to think I've known him for so long."

"But... it really is too delicious..." Fatty Wang squinted his small eyes, drinking the Sprite in a state of "painful bliss," while beside him, Song Qingfeng was already staring in utter stupefaction!

Others only found time to take a couple of sips while running the map, yet you bastard actually ran off to drink Sprite while fighting a boss?!

"You bloody well aren't afraid of death, are you!" Song Qingfeng said, caught between tears and laughter.

"Afraid of death my foot! I'm not the one out there fighting." Using the keyboard and mouse mode, Fatty Wang controlled his character to expose half a torso, flinging a few more curses inside.

Song Qingfeng took the opportunity to glance again: the lesser monsters were actually littered all over the floor! The massive frame of the demon Smith was trading punches back and forth with the Clay Golem, and looking at the momentum, the Clay Golem would not be dying anytime soon!

Meanwhile, the four skeletons had already swarmed forward, furiously swinging the scythes in their hands right at the demon Smith's face!

How was this guy's style of fighting a boss completely different from their own?!

Song Qingfeng nearly cursed out loud: "What class are you playing?!"

"Necromancer." After poking his head out to cast his magic, Fatty Wang hurriedly shrank back again; hearing Song Qingfeng speak to him, it was as if he had finally found someone to vent to, complaining all in one breath, "I don't know why Qi recommended this class to me. I can't go up and fight; when encountering this kind of demon monster, I die from a single touch. I don't even dare show my face, it's just too pathetic."

Fatty Wang scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm too ashamed to party up with anyone..."

Song Qingfeng’s eyes turned green with envy as he watched from the side, because he saw that before long, a massive explosion of loot filled the room—the demon Smith had actually dropped dead!

He was actually beaten to death by four skeletons and a single golem standing their ground?!

Are you doing this on purpose?! And you have the nerve to say you're ashamed to party with people?!

Yet it was no wonder Fatty Wang said so; after all, warriors believed in martial valor, so who would ever skulk behind a wall corner like him?!

These days, let alone warriors, even cultivators mostly fought out in the open; playing like this was indeed a bit too underhanded!

So every time Fatty Wang looked at the skeletons tanking out in front and then looked at himself, he felt as if he could hear the skeletons saying: "Go on, go on, go play bystander over there, don't get in the way!"

It was highly embarrassing!

"Fatty, how about partying up with us?!"

"Huh?" Fatty Wang thought he had misheard.

"I said, how about partying up with us?" Song Qingfeng's party of five consisted entirely of melee classes—two Paladins, two Barbarians, and an Assassin—and they risked losing members with the slightest carelessness whenever they encountered a boss. Although they had started playing very early, they had passed the Barracks entirely by piling up their corpses.

Particularly regarding the Paladins played by those two brats, Lin Shao and Li Ping, Song Qingfeng was completely powerless to criticize them!

One put wild points into Zeal, rushing forward to unleash a mad-dog sword technique the moment he saw a monster, only to be slapped away by a boss in two hits; the other had some ideas about going the aura route, but unfortunately remained in a state of trying out every single skill, adding points to several auras without mastering a single one!

As for the Blessed Hammer build, the two were only level 12, and level 18 to learn Blessed Hammer was simply too far away.

It was a bit too tragic!

While Song Qingfeng was scheming to abduct Fatty Wang into the party, Lin Shao had already shouted from over there: "Holy crap, Young Master Song, while we're out here shedding our blood and sacrificing our lives, you're actually slacking off on the side?"

"Cut the crap!" Song Qingfeng rolled his eyes at him. "Add someone in!"

"Add someone?"

Soon enough, they saw Fatty Wang, clutching his tiny wand, step out of a town portal, with a Clay Golem following beside him.

Around them lay the monster corpses the group had just hacked down; Fatty Wang casually summoned a few skeletons.

"Skeletons?" The moment Lin Shao and the others saw these few skeletons, they immediately burst into laughter. "I say, Fatty, with these little skeletons, one Zeal from me would kill all four. What's the use of summoning them to tank?"

Xu Luo sheathed his dual swords, walked forward, and patted Fatty Wang on the shoulder, saying, "Don't panic, we're all old acquaintances, the brothers will carry you through the act today!"

Just at that moment, several blood-red, goat-headed demons that looked as though they had been soaked in a pool of blood came charging over.

"Monsters incoming! Heads up, heads up!" Lin Shao and the others, who had been chatting idly, immediately assumed a defensive stance, while Wang Tai casually threw out two curses.

Right after that, the few little skeletons valiantly charged forward!

"Little skeletons taking on the Flesh Clan?! Seeking death, aren't they?!" The group had just intended to rush up and support them, but in the next instant, they saw the scythes in the hands of the little skeletons flash!

A massive bloody gash immediately appeared on the neck and stomach of the first goat-headed demon that rushed up!

Not only that, they discovered that when the goat-headed demon hacked its blade onto a little skeleton, the bones proved rock-hard, showing no apparent injury; instead, a bloody gash inexplicably appeared in the exact same location on the goat-headed demon itself?!

"What the hell is this?!"

"Awoo!"

Without any suspense, after a few slashes and a miserable wail, it crashed directly to the ground!

Following closely, the second, the third... all the monsters that rushed up were completely wiped out!

"Are these still skeletons?!"

"What kind of skills do you even have?!"

The group finally seemed to realize that this fat guy's skills were anything but simple.

Opening Fatty Wang's skill panel to look:

Amplify Damage: Curses a group of enemies, increasing the non-magical damage they receive by 100% (effect reduced against elite monsters and above).

Radius 2.6 yards, duration 11 seconds.

Weaken: Curses a group of enemies, reducing the damage they inflict by 33%.

Radius 6 yards, duration 14 seconds.

Iron Maiden: Curses a group of enemies... 200% of damage is reflected back at the attacker (effect reduced against elite monsters and above).

"Hiss—!" The sheer impact of this curse made nearly everyone gasp in collective shock!

Every eye locked onto Fatty Wang, their gazes turning a feral, greedy green, like old lechers suddenly catching sight of a completely naked beauty!

One had to realize that their entire group relied almost exclusively on physical attacks! And all of them were melee fighters!

It was easy to imagine just how massive a boost these few curses would grant them!

"I feel like we could go kill Andariel right this second!"

"What if we..."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go! Off to kill Andariel! Let those damn mages see just how badass we warriors really are!"

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