PFC Chapter 471 Hunting Squad
Chapter 471 Hunting Squad
Eight hours after the first overlap period ends.
In the eastern border, night was deep.
The pale moonlight shone on this desolate land, making the jagged rocks and withered bushes look like a ghostly realm.
The night wind carried a variety of sounds—the distant roars of wild monsters, the occasional screams, and the buzzing of some unknown insects flapping their wings.
Scattered across this vast wilderness are countless small teams like Chen Feng's.
Some found relatively safe hiding places and huddled up waiting for dawn.
Some are still groping in the dark, trying to find a place to stand.
Others are fighting to the death against wild monsters, risking their lives for a pitiful few points.
Meanwhile, in a hilly area in the southern part of the eastern border, another group of people were active.
Their methods of operation are completely different from those of the struggling loners.
One hundred people, divided into five teams, moved quickly through the hills.
The formation was loose, but the distance between each person was always kept within sight.
Everyone was quiet, with only occasional gestures and brief whispers conveying information.
The man in the lead was named Liu Xiong. He was thirty-two years old, of medium build, and had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes gleamed with a dangerous cold light.
His equipment wasn't top-of-the-line, but it was very practical—lightweight leather armor, suitable for fast movement;
Two short knives hung from his waist, with non-slip cloth strips wrapped around their handles.
He is the creator of "Wilderness Hunter".
He spent three whole days assembling this team after the first round of preliminary matches.
The members come from all over the country, and some were lucky enough to advance in the first round;
Some barely made it through but knew they wouldn't go far—they wanted to find a reliable organization;
Some were simply lured in by Liu Xiong's empty promises—hunting players, leveling up quickly, and getting loot and money.
"Boss," a skinny thief leaned over and whispered, "we spotted a squad at three o'clock ahead. Six people, and they're in terrible shape."
Liu Xiong kept walking.
"What configuration?"
The thief quickly reported: "One shield warrior, one mage, one archer, one thief, and two priests. The shield warrior's shield is cracked, and the mage and priests probably don't have much mana. Their gear is average; they seem to be solo players."
A smile appeared on Liu Xiong's lips.
"Another freelancer."
A soldier named Zhou Long chuckled and said, "It's good to be a lone wolf, a pushover."
Liu Xiong did not rush to give the order.
He stood on a high slope, looking in the direction of the small team by the moonlight.
All six of them were in very poor condition.
They hid behind a huge rock, with the shield warrior crouching on the outermost edge to keep watch, while the others huddled together to rest.
The mage held a half-empty bottle of potion in his hand, drinking it slowly. The thief had bandages wrapped around his leg, the blood still damp.
"How long did they fight?" Liu Xiong asked.
The thief replied, "They've been fighting monsters since the afternoon. We observed them for two hours; they killed three sand lizards and almost wiped out. They must be exhausted by now."
Zhou Long said excitedly, "Boss, let's do it! These six guys can't cause any trouble even if they resist."
Liu Xiong did not answer immediately.
He looked at the six people, his mind racing with calculations.
Even if six people are in terrible condition, their desperate counterattack can still cause casualties.
Moreover, they were hiding behind rocks, and the terrain wasn't ideal.
If we launch a direct attack, we'll have to pay the price of at least two or three lives.
Not cost-effective.
"Let's take another look," he said.
Zhou Long was somewhat disappointed, but dared not refute it.
The procession continued forward.
......
Ten minutes later.
Another scout brought news.
"Boss, there's a seven-person squad at 11 o'clock. They're being chased by monsters and have already run three kilometers."
Liu Xiong's eyes lit up.
"What's strange?"
"Three Gale Harpies, level 55. The seven people have already scattered; two have fallen behind and are probably not alive."
Liu Xiong immediately gave the order.
"Turn around and follow them. Don't make a move; observe first."
One hundred people silently turned around in the night.
Five minutes later, they saw the fleeing group in a disheveled state.
There were indeed seven people, but now there are only five left.
The two who lagged behind had already been caught up by the harpies, their screams still echoing in the night wind.
The remaining five people desperately squeezed into a narrow crevice in the rock.
Team leader Li Yang led the way, followed by three team members. The last female mage was the slowest and was grabbed on the back by a harpy's claw. She screamed and fell to the ground.
"No—!" Li Yang turned around and looked back, his eyes wide with fury.
But it was too late.
He gritted his teeth and kept running.
The five people finally squeezed into the crevice in the rock.
The harpy circled outside, its sharp claws trying to reach in several times, but it couldn't reach them.
Li Yang leaned against the rock wall, panting heavily.
His face showed no joy at surviving a disaster, only deep despair.
There were seven people, but now there are only five left.
Their combined points are less than one hundred.
Liu Xiong stood on a high slope in the distance, watching this scene.
"Interesting," he murmured.
Zhou Long leaned closer and asked, "Boss, shall we make our move now? They're hiding in the crevices of the rocks; it'll be perfect for trapping them."
Liu Xiong shook his head.
"No rush. Let's talk about it after the harpies leave."
He paused, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Besides, didn't you notice? Two of those five people are seriously injured. Even if the harpy left, they couldn't have gone far."
Zhou Long suddenly realized.
"The boss is brilliant!"
The team lay in wait, silently lurking in the darkness.
......
Twenty minutes later.
The harpy finally left.
Li Yang peeked outside and, after confirming it was safe, called the rest of the people out.
Five people, three lightly injured, two seriously injured. The seriously injured were the mage and the female priest; one had his back scratched, and the other had his shoulder pierced by a peck. The bleeding had stopped, but their fighting ability was basically zero.
"Captain..." the female pastor said weakly, "I can't walk anymore."
Li Yang gritted his teeth.
"We have to leave, even if we can't walk anymore. It's not safe here."
He bent down and carried the pastor on his back.
Another team member helped the mage up.
Five people staggered forward.
They had no direction.
All I knew was that I needed to get as far away from that place as possible.
It took about ten minutes to walk.
Suddenly, Li Yang stopped.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Ahead, from the darkness, dozens of figures slowly emerged.
The leader was an ordinary-looking man who was smiling at him.
Good evening, everyone.
Li Yang's heart sank to the bottom.
He instinctively stepped back.
But then, a figure appeared behind them as well.
They were surrounded.
"Who...who are you?" Li Yang's voice trembled.
Liu Xiong smiled.
"Wilderness Hunter. Never heard of him, have you? No problem, you never will."