Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents-Chapter 62 - 58: A Trio Is a Go? No! It’s a Solo Hard Go

Chapter 62: Chapter 58: A Trio Is a Go? No! It’s a Solo Hard Go

After briefly sizing each other up, Mumu’s gaze finally settled on the murky black shadow swirling around Qin Feng. Her voice was as cold as a thin sheet of ice: 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Tingfeng, you have character blur enabled. We can’t see what you really look like."

Qin Feng rubbed his nose awkwardly, his tone tinged with an embarrassed laugh.

"Huh?"

"This thing?"

"Sorry about that!"

"My looks aren’t great. I’m just a fat, geeky shut-in. I look way too pathetic compared to a handsome older guy like MC, so I figured I’d hide my face to avoid offending everyone’s eyes..."

Hearing this, Mumu didn’t press the issue, just nodding lightly.

"Oh."

"Fine."

"Then you can go ahead and fight with your troops."

"We’ll follow behind you. When you get to a point where you can’t handle it, we’ll step in to help."

Qin Feng asked, a little confused,

"Aren’t you going to join the fight directly?"

Mumu glanced at MC, who was still smiling foolishly beside her. Her eyebrow twitched before she turned back and explained icily,

"No."

"The final reward for the Lost Secret Realm is mainly based on the challenger’s personal score."

"If we interfere, it will reduce the percentage of damage dealt and damage taken by you and your troops. Your personal score will plummet, and your final clear reward will shrink."

"So, it’s best if you clear it by yourself."

After a pause, Mumu’s gaze swept over Qin Feng’s stunned expression as she added in a low voice,

"As for our reward... it’s fixed, as long as you clear the realm. Your final score doesn’t matter for us."

"You don’t need to worry about it."

Qin Feng nodded.

"Alright."

"I understand."

With that, Qin Feng raised his hand and summoned the Hunting Short Bow from his weapon slot. He gently rubbed the texture of the bowstring with his fingertips, then plucked a Poisoned Short Arrow from the quiver at his waist.

The Arrowhead glinted with a greenish light in the Secret Realm’s gloom. He deftly nocked it on the string, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

Seeing this, Mumu’s brows furrowed like a sharp blade. An almost imperceptible ripple entered her frosty voice.

"A bow?"

"Have you ever done archery in real life?"

Qin Feng plucked the bowstring, letting out a clear hum. The string’s vibrations sent ripples through the Secret Realm’s faint blue light. His tone held an undeniable confidence.

"Yeah."

"I’ve dabbled."

"I’m pretty good with one of these."

Looking at the confidence written all over Qin Feng’s face, Mumu hesitated for a moment before giving a solemn warning,

"If you don’t have some exceptional Talent for it, I’d suggest you train a different main Profession."

"Many archer heroes in Lord World spend their entire lives honing their skills, yet still find it difficult to land every shot perfectly, let alone take someone’s head from a mile away."

"If they had chosen other, simpler Professions to master,"

"they would have achieved far more."

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t argue, simply going along with her words.

"Alright."

"I’ll keep that in mind."

...

Venturing deeper into the dark Dungeon, Qin Feng ignored the scattered bones and corpses lining the path. He vigilantly scanned his surroundings, searching for any sign of enemies.

Soon, using the see-through effect of his Eagle Eye, he spotted two desiccated, rag-wrapped corpses standing against the wall at a strange angle behind a crack near the corner of the corridor ahead.

Rotted flesh hanging from their finger bones swayed in the faint air current. Their stance was a perfect imitation of Old Thief Gongben’s style of ambushing—lying in wait to pounce the moment their prey stepped into the kill zone.

[Enemy Name: Void Wandering Soul - Ambusher (Red Name)]

[Life Value: 120/120]

[Skills: Ambush (Hides in a dark corner without making any breath, movement, or sound, delivering a fatal blow to passing enemies), Touch of the Void (Forcibly deals at least 1 point of damage, even if the attack fails to penetrate the target’s armor)]

[Power Assessment: Zero-star (Purple)]

[Description: Unknown creatures born from the Void. They have no self-awareness, only an extreme thirst for blood and slaughter. You cannot persuade or recruit these dangerous Void Creatures.]

Seeing this, Qin Feng put his knuckles to his lips and let out a whistle, drawing out the last note playfully.

Fweee!

(Two enemies are hiding to the left of the corner up ahead. Go and smash them.)

The command had barely been given when the Desert Giant Wolf at his side shot forward like an arrow from a bow. Its claws tore through the air, whipping up a sharp wind. Its forelimbs slammed down, shattering the stone tiles, and it followed through with a twisting, horizontal sweep.

Its black claws, wreathed in a Gale, swept past the corner of the wall. The blow sent the cowering Void Wandering Soul flying, tearing a bowl-sized, bloody hole in its desiccated torso.

Then, more Desert Giant Wolves swarmed forward at the sound. Like cats cornering a rat, they ganged up on the remaining Void Wandering Soul and beat it to death without taking a single scratch themselves.

Mumu watched this incredible scene, her dark pupils narrowing slightly.

’Hmm?’

’What’s going on?’

’When a Void Wandering Soul uses its "Ambush" skill, it enters a state of complete stealth, making no sound or movement at all. He didn’t even get close to the corner, so how did he detect them ahead of time?’

Before Mumu could think any further, a dull tremor ran through the ground in the distance. The bluish-black stone tiles cracked like a spiderweb, and three armored, blade-wielding corpses clawed their way out of the fissures.

They were still Void Wandering Souls, but they were "Fighters," a type with higher Panel Attributes. Their base strength was nearly on par with a Desert Giant Wolf, and they were further boosted by equipment that wasn’t factored into the system’s power evaluation.

Mumu quickly called out a warning,

"Be careful."

"It’s easy to lose your units here."

"Those three Wandering Soul Fighters have very high attack and defense stats, but they’re slow. You can use kiting tactics to slowly wear them down."

Qin Feng paid no attention to Mumu’s reminder.

His Eagle Eye skill told him that in addition to the three Wandering Soul Fighters that had just appeared, a group of Void Wandering Souls called "Strikers" was speeding toward them down the Dungeon corridor, hugging the ground as they moved.

Their overall Attributes were lower than the Wandering Soul Fighters’, but their Agility Attribute was extremely high—even more ridiculous than that of a Gale Wolf, the evolved form of a Forest Wolf. They were clearly a group of Assassin-type enemies meant to tear through defensive lines with sheer speed.

Therefore, if he didn’t deal with the three Wandering Soul Fighters in front of him quickly, he would really start to suffer losses once the Wandering Soul Strikers arrived and the two groups joined forces.

With this in mind, Qin Feng drew his bow and nocked an arrow, firing a Triple Arrow skill at the Wandering Soul Fighter bringing up the rear.

THWACK! THUD! PSSH!

So close!

It’s critical!

But not a one-shot kill!

’Clearly, the quality of the helmets these Wandering Soul Fighters are wearing isn’t low!’

Considering the battles still to come, the stamina-limited Qin Feng didn’t dare to use his Triple Shot Skills again. He could only whistle to command the Wolf Pack beside him to attack.

Fweee!

(All units, charge! Annihilate the three enemies in front of you! If you get heavily injured, retreat immediately!)

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