"Physical dispute resolution? What do you an?" This strange term left everyone a bit puzzled.
"Since verbal resolution isn't working, I'll just have to kill all of you, and that will stop the argunt," Zhang nglong said calmly.
The Elf Race loves peace the most; they detest war. Zhang nglong's words completely shattered their worldview.
What kind of bizarre logic is this? Isn't your purpose for diating to ensure everyone gets along without any disputes or conflicts?
If people don't listen to your diation and want to continue fighting, you decide to kill them?
Though the fight is stopped, this sounds very absurd!
And let's not talk about whether it's reasonable or not; Zhang nglong is rely one person plus a cosmic beast, while the other party consists of 16 Level Five peak treasure hunters. Who exactly is killing whom?
"Hahaha, looks like a madman has co!"
"Kill us? If your beast were at Level Five peak, maybe we'd be slightly afraid. You're rely a Level Five elentary life form relying on a Level Six martial weapon. Do you think you can pose any threat to so many of us alone?"
"Now we've changed our minds. Hand over your martial weapon too, or you'll die along with these old, weak, and disabled elves!"
"Sigh, why are people so confident nowadays?" Zhang nglong shook his head, sighing like a wise old man, "Confidence is good, but overconfidence easily gets crushed."
"Don't underestimate him; this guy faces so many of us with such calmness. It's not an act," one person felt Zhang nglong's deanor was bizarre; that kind of strong confidence isn't faked.
"Lodin, you're way too cautious. Although none of us are on the Summit Ranking, you're ranked among the top 100,000. He fighting 16 of us? Does he think he's from the Ritian Sect?"
"Eh?" Zhang nglong looked surprised, "How did you know? I wasn't wearing a cape, and you recognized ?"
"What?"
Instantly, the 16 people beca petrified.
Under their gaze, Zhang nglong pulled out a white cape representing the Ritian Sect, "Sigh, I wanted to keep a low profile, but you all recognized !"
"Done... done..."
The 16 people suddenly felt like they couldn't breathe.
In this Treasure Hunting Space, not everyone is necessarily competing; if they encounter a similarly skilled person or team without any profit-driven motive, most won't face intense confrontations. More often, they exchange intel and information.
During this period, they've encountered hundreds of teams, learning quite a bit from them.
But most of it revolves around the Ritian Sect; since this Treasure Hunting Space opened, they've beco the focus of all civilizations.
Apart from the stronghold they recently experienced themselves, tales about Ritian Sect mbers circulate within the Treasure Hunting Space, each stronger and more outrageous than the last.
One self-proclaid Liu brother rides a cosmic beast nad Fat Snake; allegedly, he always smokes sothing called a cigarette and inserts the lit end into his mouth. anwhile, he holds a bottle of ash water, sipping it when thirsty—a true oddball.
Another, a skinny guy nad Lu Benwei, is as slim as a monkey, constantly emitting ear-piercing shrieks.
The two form an inseparable duo, wandering about.
They are utterly shaless, never assaulting treasure hunters outright but choosing an alternative thod. Upon encountering prey, they start fighting each other.
One shouts, "Lu Benwei, you scoundrel," while the other curses, "Dead fatso," and they argue nonstop for half an hour.
Other treasure hunters, curious, gather around to watch.
But that's their intention!
Whenever they start fighting, it's a celestial squabble with mortal victims. Their strength is akin to human-shaped cosmic beasts; the aftermath of each battle injures or kills a large group, allowing them to loot them.
That's when the treasure hunters realize they've been duped.
There's another Ritian Sect mber called Theft Guevara; he dislikes fighting but anywhere he passes, people find everything gone except their bank balance and clothing, especially fancying tech and electronics, even stealing so people's AI.
Here, losing one's AI is fatal!
Others seen in the sect all possess unique skills, like a self-proclaid ti managent master who seemingly has countless clones; one mont hunting cosmic beasts, the next in another spot robbing, suspected of mastering several advanced space laws.
Such figures are nurous; so far, no Ritian Sect mber has been easy to deal with.
Now they know the youth before them is from the Ritian Sect, and their legs begin to tremble.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to fight? Go ahead!" Zhang nglong watched gleefully, "Why stopped fighting?"
"Er... You're right, sir. Put down the sword, beco enlightened; we're peace-loving people, and after your words, we've completely understood."
"Yes, I just reflected on it. We're truly at fault. We shouldn't do things so shalessly; we have hands and feet, should strive for the treasures ourselves."
"We'll leave now, imdiately!"
Though they haven't seen Zhang nglong's true power, they know once they do, this treasure quest ends.
"Hold on, did I say you could leave?" Zhang nglong sneered, "I told you to continue fighting; are you disrespecting , or looking down on ?"
The two groups of treasure hunters almost burst into tears; you told us not to fight earlier, but now you want us to fight. What do you want?
"I won't make it difficult," Zhang nglong said, "You chased them, drove them into this state; apologize, offer sothing to show sincerity; that's fair, right?"
"Fair, very fair!"
"Cough, cough!" Zhang nglong cleared his throat, shalessly speaking, "Those things and money, give them to
first. I'll keep them on their behalf, check if your sincerity is enough; if not, you know what happens."
At this mont, if they still didn't understand, they truly were idiots.
This Ritian Sect person wasn't here to diate; he ca with an excuse to rob. Such a refined excuse, such noble motives—they almost believed it!
But since they've fallen into the trap, what choice have they?
They directly handed over all the treasures they collected and transferred all money in their Cosmic Bank accounts to Zhang nglong.
They knew the Ritian Sect's "Three Strikes" policy; rather than get beaten and cleaned out, best to hand everything over right away.
"Tai Yi sir, we've shown our sincerity; can we leave now?" one group asked cautiously.
"Go on, go," Zhang nglong, busy counting his loot, didn't care about them, "Our Ritian Sect is reasonable; if n don't offend us, we don't offend them. You've realized your mistakes and offered compensation; if not letting you leave, wouldn't that make us robbers? We have morals!"
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