The Beauty of Stats

Soon, the train stopped at the Returnstar Harbor area of Xianzhou Luofu.

At this moment, the Xianzhou ship floating in the universe outside the window occupied the entire view, with its flying eaves and brackets, and magnificent palaces, silently proclaiming an ancient majesty completely different from technology.

The cabin door slid open smoothly, and a pale blue light strip extended from the berth to the train door.

Welt, holding his cane, was the first to step out of the carriage, but he stopped abruptly as soon as he set foot on the Returnstar Harbor.

The vast port was completely deserted at this moment.

There was no extradition officer as expected, no staff coming and going, and even the holographic guidance screens that should have been lit up were completely black.

Only a few red warning lights on the dome flickered in the dim light, casting shadows of varying lengths, making the entire port seem excessively quiet.

March 7th followed behind Welt, peeking halfway out to observe the desolate scene, and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "This welcoming ceremony is a bit too... unique, isn't it?"

Xing followed closely behind, her gaze already wandering around, precisely locking onto every corner, trying to find any objects that resembled a barrel shape.

Bai Luoming didn't care. He was already much stronger than before. With such astonishing strength, he wasn't afraid of any crisis in Luofu.

"It seems the Stellaron Hunters' intelligence might be true," Welt's deep voice broke the silence. "Has the situation in Luofu deteriorated to the point where even the most basic port operations can no longer be maintained?"

He then turned around and said with a serious expression, "Everyone, stay alert and don't fall behind."

Led by Welt, the group walked deeper into the area along the main passage.

All the shops along the way were closed, and there were scattered boxes of goods that hadn't been packed up yet, as well as overturned teacups with dried-up brown tea. On the wall, a holographic sign that read "Emergency Evacuation" was still flashing.

Xing's curiosity was piqued again. She leaned closer to a half-open box, wanting to see what was inside, when March 7th grabbed her by the back of her collar.

"Don't always be thinking about picking up trash!" March 7th warned her in a low voice.

Just then, a loud clang of weapons clashing, accompanied by a short shout, came from around the corner ahead.

The sound was very close.

The group exchanged glances and immediately quickened their pace.

After turning the corner, the view suddenly opened up before me.

On a spacious transit platform, seven or eight soldiers dressed in the standard armor of the Cloud Knights were confronting more than ten monsters with obvious canine features.

The two sides are on the verge of war, and a major battle could break out at any moment.

Seeing this "rare" battle scene on March 7th, a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously raised the camera in her hand.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of the camera shutter seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the standoff.

In an instant, both the murderous Borisin and the Cloud Knights, who were on high alert, turned to look at the source of the sound.

Dozens of eyes turned to the "Astral Express Sightseeing Group" that had suddenly appeared around the corner.

On the Cloud Knights side, the captain, judging from his appearance, was a sharp-looking man in his thirties. At this moment, when he looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, the expression on his face was extremely interesting.

Then he suddenly turned around, looked at a young soldier not far behind him, raised his hand and slapped him hard on the helmet.

"Smack!"

With a sharp crack, the young soldier's helmet was knocked askew.

"I told you to evacuate the crowd! Is this how you evacuate them?!" The captain's roar was filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Captain!" The young Cloud Knights was on the verge of tears, frantically adjusting his helmet and urgently explaining, "I've checked several times! There's definitely no one left in this area!"

His voice was filled with panic and confusion; he clearly couldn't understand where these people had come from.

The Cloud Knights captain took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He knew now was not the time to assign blame.

He raised his hand and patted the soldier on the shoulder again, this time with less force, but his tone left no room for argument. "Alright, I'll hold them off here. Now, immediately, take them to a safe area! Quickly!"

The young soldier glanced at his own forces, which were clearly outnumbered, and then at the dozen or so restless Borisin opposite him, his face filled with worry.

"But Captain... the other side has more people than us, one less..." His voice was trembling.

The Cloud Knights captain gripped his spear tightly, the tip pointing straight ahead, his gaze resolute as iron.

"We must hold on, even if we can't!" he said in a deep voice. "This is the duty of our Cloud Knights!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Borisin on the other side seemed to notice the distraction. The leader, a particularly tall Borisin, let out a piercing roar and launched the first charge.

The rest of the Borisin followed closely behind, surging in like a murky tide.

The sudden attack threw the Cloud Knights into disarray. The captain gritted his teeth and charged forward, sweeping his spear aside the two monsters that were the first to pounce.

The young soldier was initially hesitant, wondering whether to carry out orders to escort civilians or stay behind to support his captain.

But given the current situation, there was no choice to be made. He raised his spear and faced the nearest Borisin.

Seeing the two sides suddenly engage in a fierce battle, March 7th turned to Bai Luoming, a hint of confusion on his face. "Luo Ming, which side is good? I'm a little confused!"

Bai Luoming glanced at the chaotic battlefield and easily discerned the forces on both sides.

"Those in standard armor are the Cloud Knights of the Xianzhou, considered regular troops." He pointed to the soldiers, then turned his gaze to another group and said, "Those on the other side who look a bit abnormal are from the Abundance Faction. The Xianzhou native call this faction the Abundance's Prey. Judging from their appearance, these guys are probably from the Borisin's faction."

"What else is there to say!" Upon hearing this, March 7th immediately said to everyone, "Let's hurry up and help!"

Then she drew back the bowstring, and an ice-blue arrow instantly materialized.

Welt looked at Bai Luoming, who nodded slightly to him.

"In that case," Welt raised his cane, the tip of which gleamed faintly, "Men, let's go!"

March 7th was the first to make a move.

Two icy arrows pierced the air, striking the two leading Borisin precisely and freezing them, along with the ground beneath their feet, into ice sculptures.

Xing followed closely behind, suddenly charging in from the flank. She leaped high into the air, her baseball bat whistling through the air, and slammed solidly into the side of a Borisin.

That Borisin flew out like a tattered sack, crashed into the wall, slid down, and fell silent.

Welt slammed his cane into the ground, and an invisible gravitational field instantly unfolded, suppressing the three Borisin who were about to attack the Cloud Knights Captain, making their movements extremely slow.

The previously precarious battle situation was instantly reversed by the arrival of this new force.

The Cloud Knights captain pierced the chest of a Borisin with his spear, using the force to pull back, staring in shock at these "tourists" who had suddenly displayed such extraordinary power.

Bai Luoming flexed his wrists, producing a few crisp cracking sounds from his knuckles.

He did not choose to use his own greatsword.

"Just a few Borisin, using them to consecrate the sword is too wasteful." He muttered to himself, a eager smile playing on his lips. "Now that I have the chance, I'll test just how much my stats have increased."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and shot out.

The next instant, he appeared in front of a Borisin.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple and direct straight punch.

The fist created a deafening sonic boom in the air, as if tearing space apart.

In Borisin's empty eye sockets, it seemed as if his image had just been reflected, leaving him no time to react.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Borisin's head exploded like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, scattering red and white matter everywhere.

The headless corpse swayed stiffly before collapsing heavily.

The entire arena, from the shouts of battle to the clash of weapons, paused briefly at this moment.

Everyone was stunned by this bloody and swift scene.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Luoming acted like a tiger among sheep.

His figure flashed and darted between the Borisin, so fast that only afterimages remained.

Each punch was accompanied by a dull thud and the explosion of a Borisin's head.

He wasn't even stained with a drop of blood; the splattered flesh and blood were swept to the sides by the force of the punch before they could even get close to him.

The Cloud Knights were stunned, but they quickly recovered and fiercely attacked the remaining Borisin.

The young soldier stared wide-eyed, almost dropping his rifle.

March 7th also stopped shooting arrows. Watching the figure stroll leisurely through the monster horde, each punch taking a life, she couldn't help but murmur, "This... this is too violent..."

"No, no, no, where's the violence? Old Bai's stats are amazing, they have a kind of beauty in their numbers."

Xing's eyes lit up; she thought it was absolutely awesome, only regretting that she wasn't the one with such incredible stats.

In less than a minute.

The once menacing dozen or so Bu Li Borisin were wiped out by Bai Luoming, leaving only one survivor.