This was only natural. Players like these who couldn't make it to the front lines and could barely be considered first-rate were opponents he could deal with in minutes. But because they were inside the zone, their HP wouldn't drop, and this wasn't a duel, nearly fifteen minutes had passed by the time he had put them all down.
Too slow. This efficiency...
Wu Yan sighed and clicked his tongue. "I'd only gone half a month without leveling. Had I gotten worse? Could your strength in a game world decline too? ..."
If the other players had known what Wu Yan was thinking, they probably would have wanted to find a brick and smash their heads against it immediately.
A group of players who were more or less first-rate. He had taken them down in fifteen minutes inside the zone without using a duel, yet he still thought he had regressed?
If this counted as regressing, no one in A would be willing to go out and level anymore...
Walking up to the entrance of the Blood Pledge Knights headquarters, Wu Yan glanced at the players lying on the ground and secretly shook his head. A bunch of idiots being used as pawns. Teaching them a lesson was enough, so why was he dwelling on it...
"That guy Heathcliff should be making an appearance by now..."
Before Wu Yan, who had said those words, could wait for Heathcliff to appear, someone else—unexpected, yet entirely reasonable—showed up instead.
"Yan?..."
A familiar voice rang out from behind him, making Wu Yan pause slightly. He turned around, and when he saw who it was, he couldn't help but smile and wave.
"Yo, Kirito. You came too?..."