On Kun-Lai Summit, Ji Feng stood facing Shanbu. The mountain wind howled, carrying an air of cold menace.
"A mere Pandaren dares challenge a Mogu Warrior? You truly don't know your own limits. Die..." Shanbu did not fear Ji Feng's challenge, but he had no interest in wasting time here. With a sudden shout, he launched the first attack.
"Damn it, you have no awareness of being a villain at all!" In Ji Feng's original plan, Shanbu should have let him strike first. Then they would fight, endure a bitter battle, and Shanbu would retreat in defeat. He had never expected Shanbu to refuse to follow the script entirely.
Minor villains died from talking too much. Real fights broke out at the slightest disagreement, and every opening move was a killing blow. Shanbu's attack was indeed tremendously powerful, as he intended to defeat his enemy in one strike. Countless runes appeared on the Shaotian Magic Saber, gathering together into a black beam like a rainbow. If this strike landed on Ji Feng, he would undoubtedly be killed instantly.
Rip!
The fierce blade aura stirred up a crushing wind pressure that shook the eardrums.
As Shanbu attacked with overwhelming force, the viewers in the livestream were stunned senseless.
"Holy crap, this bastard Shanbu is actually this powerful? One slash created wind pressure. Can the streamer withstand that thunderous force?"
"With one swing, Shanbu released a massive blade aura. That thing is huge, at least five or six meters long. Could this be the legendary blade technique exclusively used by imperial cannon fodder?"
"This is a life-or-death moment, so quit boasting! Brother Feng might actually get hacked to death by Shanbu..."
"Brother Feng, run!"
This slash gripped Ji Feng's heart and the hearts of the viewers alike. Yet no matter how desperately they wished otherwise, the blade came down with the speed of the wind.
Not good. I can't take this attack head-on. If I don't trigger the Wind Sword's boost, I'm afraid I'll die here... Blade light filled the sky. Ji Feng's eyes narrowed as he gasped in alarm.
With potions, elixirs, and the Wind Sword, Ji Feng's combat power could reach 352 points. But Shanbu's combat power was currently 450 points. Without triggering the Wind Sword's 180-point attribute boost, it was absolutely impossible for him to block Shanbu's strike. Ji Feng was frantic.
"I'll gamble on it. Maybe that thing can block this attack..."
The situation was incomparably dire, leaving Ji Feng no time to think. He waved his left hand, and an enormous lion-head shield appeared out of thin air before him. It was the Lionheart Replica.
Everyone had one of these, and Ji Feng was no exception. He had always kept it in his inventory as a memento, never expecting it to come in handy today. It was a level 1 piece of equipment...
In the game, monks could not wield shields, but this was the real world, so there was no such restriction. The moment Lionheart appeared, it slammed fiercely into the Shaotian Magic Saber.
Clang!
A metallic crash rang out. The Lionheart Replica blocked the blow, and the Shaotian Magic Saber failed to damage the shield in the slightest.
"This shield is actually so sturdy. What kind of material was it forged from..." Having failed to land his strike, Shanbu bent his knees and leaped out of Ji Feng's attack range.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The instant Shanbu spoke, a blue-white one-handed sword crackling with lightning appeared out of thin air in Ji Feng's hand. It was Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker. "Hero, may you find a love worthy of you." This sword was a legendary weapon blessed by the Wind Prince.
"Shanbu, you bastard..." Ji Feng roared, holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
"That shield, that weapon... I never thought you had colluded with the foreign elf race from the northern reaches of Kun-Lai Summit. Damned Pandaren traitor, damned lowly slave..." Seeing Ji Feng take out these two pieces of equipment, Shanbu was greatly shocked. What astonished him was not the equipment itself, but the way Ji Feng had summoned it.
Shanbu had once seen the magic of the northern foreign races. To him, Ji Feng's method of summoning weapons was exactly the same as theirs.
Ten thousand years ago, before The Sundering struck Azeroth, elves had also left their footprints across Pandaria. There were quite a few elf villages in the northern reaches of Kun-Lai Summit.
"Shanbu, we Pandaren are not traitors. We are Pandaren, not slaves..."
"Bastard, then let me see what you're capable of..."
Ji Feng and Shanbu clashed. A thunderous series of metallic impacts erupted as their figures moved as swiftly as lightning, too fast for the eye to follow. The moment they began fighting, both men gave it their all.
"Drop, drop..."
After trading blows for a moment, an earthshaking roar spread in every direction. The person roaring was Ji Feng.
World of Warcraft had an "extremely special" rule: before summoning a mount, shout "Drop..." and the drop rate would increase by 50%. In World of Warcraft, those awesome mounts had to be shouted into existence too.
"Drop..."
Not long after, Ji Feng shouted out the equipment buff. The instant he opened his mouth, Shanbu's body shot away like a cannonball.
Moments later, a deep trench appeared in the ground. Shanbu had been blasted all the way back before the Mogu soldiers who had followed him here, sent flying more than thirty meters by that strike.
"Holy crap, the streamer actually took down Heifeng Shanbu! What equipment is he holding? Can any veteran explain it?"
"The shield is the level 1 epic equipment given away with the World of Warcraft movie, the Lionheart Replica. New players can't get it anymore. The weapon is a level 60 legendary weapon, the Wind Sword..."
"In the game, the Wind Sword is a legendary weapon from the level 60 era, while the Shaotian Magic Saber is a weapon from the level 90 version. The streamer defeated Shanbu with the Wind Sword, so its attribute bonuses in the real World of Warcraft must far exceed those of the Shaotian Magic Saber..."
"Ahahaha... the guy above really is an analysis expert. The streamer traveled to a real world, so where would attribute bonuses come from? Let's ask the streamer what happened later! He seemed to have drunk an elixir before fighting Shanbu..."
"The streamer took down Shanbu, so we have to send some gifts! Let's go, one big airplane..."
"Awesome... It feels as good as getting an unstoppable kill streak. Suddenly I want to run a dungeon. I really want to travel to Azeroth with the streamer!"
"The streamer actually turned around a certain-death situation while wielding my coolest Wind Sword. Nice... This is ten times more exciting than the World of Warcraft movie. Sending a Greatsword..."
Shanbu was sent flying, and the livestream chat instantly flooded the screen. Another huge wave of gifts arrived, and one viewer even sent a Greatsword. A single Greatsword cost 66,000 coins.
Cough, cough!
After crashing to the ground, Shanbu coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blue blood. His aura immediately weakened.
A hideous cross-shaped wound lay across his chest, deep enough to expose bone. The Wind Sword's attack was no joke. Clearly, Shanbu had lost the ability to fight again.
"Lord Shanbu actually lost. How is that possible..." The Mogu Warrior who had followed Shanbu here trembled as he spoke.
"Idiot, why haven't you helped me up yet!"
"Yes!"
Shanbu lay sprawled before him. For a moment, the Mogu Warrior had been too shocked to remember that Shanbu was right in front of him. Hearing those words, he hurriedly helped Shanbu up.
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