"Catch that madman. The farm master promised a rich reward!" The keeper at the front roared in fury. Hearing this, the villagers behind him lit up with excitement, charging forward with their hoes and knives as if dosed with stimulants.
Feng Zi's face darkened. To him, these villagers were nothing but monsters wearing human skins. His lips curled into a cold smile. In the next instant, his body blurred like lightning as he plunged straight into their midst.
His fists smashed into villager after villager. Whether they were old men or children, he struck without hesitation. His attacks had no technique, just raw violence. His punches rained down like cannon fire. The mob pressed in tightly, every swing landing on flesh. At the same time, their blows hammered against Feng Zi's body.
Ten minutes passed. Feng Zi seemed tireless. Even with countless wounds crisscrossing his body, he fought on without pause. Soon, the first circle of villagers collapsed to the ground. In his mind, lines of text flickered: Experience +5, Experience +7…
A tremor ran through his spirit. He let out a chilling laugh, ignoring the horrified stares around him. His roars echoed as he unleashed a desperate assault. Screams filled the air, a macabre symphony woven from agony and blood. With his strength draining rapidly, the mob that had charged with such vigor, now lay scattered and unconscious.
Bathed in crimson, Feng Zi's vision blurred. He knew he was losing too much blood. But he gambled, betting he could gather enough experience to level up before his body gave out.
Clenching his teeth, he staggered toward the few young, sturdy men still standing before him. His body swayed, yet his eyes glinted with madness.
The villagers exchanged fearful glances. A chill gripped their hearts. One thought rose in all their minds, this man is a monster.
"He's badly hurt. Push harder, we can bring him down!" they shouted, rallying themselves. They swung their tools at Feng Zi's blood-soaked body.
He glanced at a hoe sweeping toward him. His form flickered aside. His mangled right hand shot out and clamped onto the weapon. With a savage yank, the villager was pulled off balance.
Strike while the enemy is weak. Feng Zi roared, eyes veined with blood, and drove his free hand onto the man's shoulder like a steel claw.
A sickening crack rang out. The villager's scream pierced the air as his bones shattered. Feng Zi knew no combat skills, only raw street brawling savagery. In unbearable pain, the burly man slumped into unconsciousness.
Another prompt appeared. Experience +10.
Warmth flooded Feng Zi's body. A golden radiance wrapped around him. He moaned in pleasure as strength surged through his veins.
He had leveled up.
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