Chapter 100: Accidentally Unleashing a Big Ultimate Move

The bearded Great General swung his blade a few times, knocking down players, then immediately sprinted into the forest.

Before he could rush out ten meters, another feathered arrow zoomed past him from the front.

“Rats, how dare you sneak attack your Great General Han Meng!”

The bearded Great General held his blade with both hands and slashed down fiercely, shouting along with the slash. But with only one eye left and a chaotic mess of fighting figures all around, he couldn’t spot the archer for a moment.

“You petty scoundrels, have the guts to come out and fight for over a hundred rounds!”

Han Meng cursed angrily, but the only thing that answered him was not a voice, but a flying arrow shot from his left visual blind spot.

With his left eye already blind, Han Meng didn’t react until the sharp arrow was less than half a foot away.

He tried to dodge to the side in a flash, but he didn’t expect that after the first arrow, two more arrows were coming.

The first arrow grazed the side of Han Meng’s face, leaving a bloody streak.

The second arrow flew straight into the neck of Han Meng, who couldn’t dodge in time, and pierced a hole through it.

The third arrow, though shot later, hit Han Meng’s exposed back of the head at the same time he turned to the side, the arrow tip burying itself into his brain and piercing right through his skull.

“I… how could this happen!”

From start to finish, Han Meng didn’t even realize where his opponent was. He barely managed to spit out a few words before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Bright red blood flowed outward from the arrow tip, quickly dyeing the weeds and sandy ground beneath Han Meng red.

After struggling for a few breaths and then going rigid, an Intellect Brain notification immediately reached Mo Xiaobai’s ears:

“Ding~ The Great General Li Guang of Daming Village has killed the Great General Han Meng of the Yuan Shao Camp. Reward for the ‘Daming Village’ Lord Player ‘Daydreaming’: 200 Merit Value.”

“Ding~ The Great General Han Meng of the Yuan Shao Camp has died in the Instance Special Mission ‘Escort Liu Ye’. Reward for all Players of the Cao Cao Faction within the Instance: 20 Merit Value.”

“Great Han Dynasty ‘Battle of Guandu’ Instance Announcement~ Since Great General Han Meng under Yuan Shao has died, the Yuan Shao Camp’s morale is wavering, combat effectiveness is beginning to drop, and Soldiers’ Attributes are undergoing a weakening change.”

These three consecutive Intellect Brain notifications had different scopes: the first could only be heard by Mo Xiaobai, the second was heard by all Players in the mission channel, and the last one was broadcast to all Players in the Guandu Instance.

“Han Meng is dead?”

“So early in the morning, do we have to be this ruthless?”

“We were all staying in the main camp. We didn’t see Yuan Shao gathering a large force. How could Han Meng die?”

At the same time, inside the Yuan Shao Camp.

Many Players who had just woken up hadn’t even had time to eat and start their missions when they heard the startling Intellect Brain announcement.

The crowd looked at each other with dumbfounded expressions, some even doubting if they had misheard.

After a brief moment of silent shock, someone with quick reaction opened the Instance board and pointed to the information, saying: “Han Meng really is dead, look at the Merit Value Rankings!”

Merit Value Rankings?

Right!

If Han Meng died unexpectedly, it must have been Players who did it.

At this moment, countless Players performed the exact same action.

They opened the Instance board and pulled up the Merit Value Rankings.

“Great Han Dynasty ‘Battle of Guandu’ Instance — Merit Value Leaderboard!”

“1: Daydreaming [220/220]”

“2: Du Zhou Wu An [29/29]”

“3: Er Bao Tian Shi [27/27]”

“4: Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing [27/27]”

“5: Chi Chang Cun Duan [25/25]”

…

Scanning the top one hundred on the entire leaderboard, the Players who had been ranking high just moments ago were now pushed to the far corners, with no chance to even bubble up.

If one opened the basic Player information, it wasn’t hard to find that the first two hundred names all belonged to the Cao Cao Faction.

“It must be the Great God leading the charge, right?” After viewing the top of the leaderboard, a Player from the Yuan Shao Camp spoke softly.

Looking at this leaderboard, the number one spot was clearly taken by Daydreaming!

“So the Great God is a player of our Great Han Dynasty?”

“This is bad now. The Great God can even kill Han Meng. Han Meng was a fierce General from Hebei, second only to Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Zhang He, and Gao Lan!”

“If I had known the Great God chose the Cao Cao Faction, I wouldn’t have joined the Yuan Shao side.”

“We are really doomed. After staying quiet for so long, Great God Daydreaming came out just to start trouble.”

“Are we going to be wiped out in one go by the Great God?”

Names carry fame, just as trees cast shadows.

Although Mo Xiaobai didn’t interact much with Players, the continuous announcements across the Plane had long made him a mountain no one could climb in the hearts of all Players.

Just before the Instance had been open for nearly a week, he forcefully declared his presence by killing Han Meng.

Players in the Yuan Shao Camp naturally worried about what big thing Mo Xiaobai would do next.

While this group of Players from the Yuan Shao Camp stared at the leaderboard in silence, a few figures suddenly appeared out of thin air at the Faction Respawn Point, which was once the “Spawn Point”.

“MMP, Han Meng, you have a brain disease.”

“That’s right. Why didn’t he go kill Liu Ye? Why did he attack us few?”

“He’s an idiot. What a Four Pillars and One Column! It was all a bunch of nonsense.”

“This is ridiculous. The first Instance kill actually fell into the hands of someone from our own Faction. How are we going to settle this score?”

Six Players grumbled as they walked out from the “Spawn Point”, but before they had gone far, they noticed that everyone outside was staring at them.

“What are you looking at? I’m in a bad mood today and have no interest in carrying you little alt characters up the ranks!”

As a former Great God who ranked in the top ten on the Merit Value Board, Crystal Little Wolf spoke with great confidence. In the past two days, he had indeed successfully burned several grain carts while carrying some Players without any Merit Value, using “alt characters”.

If it were a day ago, a crowd would have immediately flattered him to make him happy after he said that, but today, the gaze of the surrounding Players was very strange.

Crystal Little Wolf couldn’t stand these provocative looks and snorted, “What are you looking at? Scram, scram, scram! Don’t get in my eyes.”

“Scram your MMP! You got beaten up like a dog and dragged the whole Faction down with you.”

“What did you say, you brat?”

“What did I say? Is it that you few were the ones who caused Han Meng’s death? Open your dog eyes and look at the Merit Value Rankings. You guys are now trash ranked below two hundred and fifty!”

When the first Player couldn’t hold back and cursed at Crystal Little Wolf, a collective frenzy of cursing from the Yuan Shao Camp Players soon echoed all around.

Crystal Little Wolf did not curse back, because he saw his own rank had dropped from sixth in the Instance to well below two hundred.

Only at this moment did he realize.

Going to find Han Meng for the mission of protecting Liu Ye might have been the biggest mistake he made within the Instance.

…

“A set of Scale Armor, a Heavy Saber, a total of 82 Silver on the body.”

While the Yuan Shao Camp held a furious public condemnation meeting, Mo Xiaobai was doing something more thrilling and exciting than any game in history: looting a corpse.

The accurate term would actually be stripping the corpse.

Since Li Guang’s five arrows had all failed to penetrate Han Meng’s armor, Mo Xiaobai easily took off the entire set of Scale Armor.

He patted here and patted there, until he finally found the money bag, which rang with a pleasant sound of metal clinking.

After counting the amount in the money bag, Mo Xiaobai, without a single bit of hesitation, stuffed the bag into his chest, acting like anyone who dared to snatch it would be in for a fight, leaving the over two hundred surrounding Players speechless.

Great God, what happened to the expected style of a master?

Can’t you be serious just because you saw money?