"I'm not really part of the Strategy Group right now, after all. I rarely participate in dungeon raids anymore."
"Kill him! Take everything valuable he has!" Rosalia gave the order. Chen Fan's calmness made her feel somewhat uneasy, and there was no need to waste words on him. It would be troublesome if he alerted others, so they had to act quickly.
At Rosalia's words, everyone readied themselves, their weapons glowing in various colors. "Aahhh!" A group of people shouted as they charged at Chen Fan.
"Swish, swish...!" Blades slashed across Chen Fan's body one after another, and the hand he had been about to raise dropped back down.
Seeing Chen Fan being hacked at repeatedly, Silica could not help placing her hand on the short sword at her waist. She had to save Chen Fan—but she froze at once when she realized that Chen Fan's HP had barely moved. What was going on?
The few people attacking Chen Fan also stopped, surrounding him as they panted heavily.
"How is that possible?!" Seeing that Chen Fan was completely unharmed, they did not dare attack again for the moment.
"What are you doing?! Hurry up and kill him!"
Chen Fan smiled and looked at Rosalia. "Miss Rosalia, there's no need to blame them. This is perfectly normal. The damage seven people deal to me is around 500 points every ten seconds. Based on my level, HP, automatic battle regeneration, and my equipment's bonus attributes, I recover roughly 520 HP every ten seconds. If you attacked a little faster, you might be able to shave off some of my HP. But you seem to be getting slower and slower. Even if I stood here and let you hit me for a lifetime, my HP wouldn't drop."
"Seriously?!" Everyone stared at Chen Fan