"Brother Wild, it looks like a large convoy has arrived. Should we let them in?"
"This convoy is loaded. They're actually using a heavy transport truck—its carrying capacity has to be at least four times that of a medium one. If we could snatch it, we'd strike it rich."
"What are you thinking? They haven't attacked us, so they should be a neutral force. Dojo Master said it: the martial arts hall isn't afraid of trouble, but we can't go looking for it. Anyone caught doing so will be expelled from the martial arts hall."
The players present, their eyes brimming with greed, were sternly lectured by a man named Hero Wild. Around thirty years old, with sharply defined features and the bearing of someone in authority, he spoke with grave seriousness.
Especially after hearing the words "expelled from the martial arts hall," the other players shrank their necks and no longer dared set their sights on that heavy transport truck.
The players present had all entered High Martial Descent among the earliest batches. They had painstakingly built up an advantage and were just at the point of making a grand showing on Crimson Moon Mountain. If they were truly expelled from the martial arts hall, they would feel like dying.
They were unlike those players who had yet to enter High Martial Descent. They had truly and deeply experienced its benefits. Not only had their real-world combat abilities greatly improved, but even their minds had become much sharper.
In the virtual games they used to play, they could only be considered average players. But now, whenever they had free time and met up with their old companions in those virtual games, they had already become experts in their companions' eyes. It felt unbelievably good.
And all these improvements clearly