Unfortunately, the idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel. In this Killing Battlefield event, Wu Shaozhen knew his talent had already been exposed, so he no longer bothered hiding it. He struck each player once and moved on, racing through the crowd. These hastily assembled players had little coordination and were in complete chaos, unable to mount an effective counterattack. Some of their attacks dealt less damage than the Netherworld Pearl healed.
"Everyone, spread out! Stop bunching up! Shieldguards, move forward and block his path! Mages and archers, fall back and put some distance between you!" Seeing this, World-Proud Under Heaven had no choice but to step up and direct the fight. Otherwise, even if the entire crowd was wiped out, they still wouldn't kill Wu Shaozhen.
World-Proud Under Heaven might not always have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was still the leader of a guild with tens of thousands of members. Basic battle tactics were well within his abilities.
Unfortunately, these players weren't members of World-Proud Heroes. Although many agreed with his orders, even more refused to follow them. Everyone had come for the points Wu Shaozhen carried; the claim that he had stolen their boss was nothing more than a respectable-sounding excuse. Many refused to back away. If someone else killed Dustseal while they weren't paying attention, wouldn't they have made the trip for nothing?
World-Proud Under Heaven stamped his feet in fury at the sight. With the crowd refusing to fall back, Wu Shaozhen darted left and right among them, making effective attacks impossible.
"Fuck, these morons." World-Proud Under Heaven cursed, then told the members of World-Proud Heroes behind him, "Shieldguards with crowd control, get in there! As long as we lock him down, he's dead, no matter how capable he is!"
Soon,