Chen Shouyi's heart jumped in alarm, and he immediately retreated.
He quickly hid behind a large tree, his fingers feeling over the rough-patterned metal hilt of his sword, his brow furrowed.
This was a bit of a tricky situation.
He had thought that after two rounds of slaughter, there would be at most a hundred or so barbarians left on the island. He hadn't expected to find a sea of them, at least three or four hundred.
Compared with his last visit to the Small Island, all his attributes had improved. His constitution had increased by only 0.1, but the rest had risen by anywhere from 0.4 to 0.8. Agility and strength, the attributes directly tied to combat power, had each increased by 0.4—a twenty percent boost.
The other attributes might not seem closely related to combat power, but in reality, they complemented one another.
Take intelligence, for example. In the split-second chaos of battle, quick thinking and fast reactions could make fighting far smoother and more effortless, letting him control the whole situation. That had an immediate effect on combat power. The same went for perception and willpower, which also helped.
Compared with a month ago, his combat power had more than doubled, even without counting his improved battle experience and swordsmanship.
As long as he didn't run into that barbarian powerhouse from last time, ordinary barbarians—even a group of them—would be as easy for him to kill as chickens and fish, with his War Bow and sword.
But by "a group," he meant a small band of barbarians, not the vast sea of them here. Even ants could bring down an elephant with enough bites. No matter how confident he was, he wouldn't dare face so many barbarians head-on.
Then he considered that those three or four hundred