Chapter 20 - One Against a Thousand, The Death of Chen Beixuan
Very quickly, with Chen Beixuan taking the lead, and his teammates backing him up in perfect coordination,
a large number of people present all turned their hostility toward Zhou Han.
They verbally attacked him, trying to force him into submission.
Under normal circumstances, if they encountered Zhou Han, they wouldn't have had the guts to do this.
But the current situation was different.
First, they believed Zhou Han had just fought the boss, so his condition wouldn't be great—maybe even terrible.
Second, there were thousands of people present. With so many pressuring him, no matter how strong Zhou Han was, could he really fight thousands alone?
With this reasoning, these players were filled with confidence and gained the courage to challenge Zhou Han.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Chen Beixuan had a smile on his face, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Zhou Han also noticed his gaze—full of smug satisfaction.
This guy was indeed insidious. It was all his instigation that led to this situation.
However, in the face of absolute power, any schemes and tricks were meaningless.
This clown could be dealt with later—for now, the immediate problem came first.
"Very well, you all want my equipment, right!"
Zhou Han's expression was cold as he pointed to an open area on his right and continued.
"There's an empty space in front of me. Anyone who wants my gear, stand over there!
Before making your choice, don't act impulsively. Think it through carefully. I'll give you one minute!"
Zhou Han emphasized his tone. After speaking, he closed his eyes.
The reason for doing this was to wipe out in one sweep all those who harbored greed toward him.
After hearing this, everyone showed different expressions.
Was this weakness?
Or was he admitting defeat?
Many felt a surge of excitement—Zhou Han was still afraid when facing thousands of people!
Thinking that they would soon obtain silver-grade equipment, their hearts burned with desire.
They quickly gathered in the designated area.
"Have you all made your choice? Then you can go die!"
One minute later, Zhou Han opened his eyes and saw a large crowd standing on the open ground.
It was impossible to count exactly how many, but certainly no fewer than a thousand.
Zhou Han truly hadn't expected so many people to come courting death.
A bunch of ignorant fools, completely unaware of the gap in strength.
At his current level, Zhou Han could stand still and let them attack—they still wouldn't be able to break his defense.
As expected, greed was human nature.
People die for wealth, birds die for food—it wasn't just a saying.
Hearing Zhou Han's words, their expressions changed.
"What arrogance! Don't you see how many of us there are?"
"Brothers, attack! Teach him a lesson!"
"So cocky? You really think you can take on a thousand alone?"
"Grab your weapons and go! Whoever gets the gear, it's theirs!"
More than a thousand people immediately surrounded Zhou Han.
Cruel smiles appeared on their faces as all kinds of weapons rained down on him.
But soon, shock appeared in their eyes.
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"What's going on? Why isn't he losing HP?"
"He can even dodge? We can't even break his defense?"
"How do we fight this? This is terrifying! He's basically a boss himself!"
"Damn it, retreat! We can't mess with him!"
The crowd was instantly terrified. To them, Zhou Han was practically invincible.
His strength far exceeded their imagination.
They had thought that no matter how strong Zhou Han was, he would only be a few times stronger than them.
Under the encirclement of a thousand people, he should have had no chance of survival.
But they were wrong.
Not just a thousand—even ten thousand people couldn't do anything to Zhou Han.
Realizing this, they weren't fools. They quickly calmed down, and the greed in their hearts was completely replaced by fear.
They turned and fled in all directions.
"Trying to run? Since you made the wrong choice, you should face the consequences!"
Zhou Han's eyes turned sharp. The refined iron sword in his hand gleamed with a bloodthirsty cold light under the sun.
For those who wanted to kill him, he would show no mercy.
Zhou Han first unleashed a [Void Slash] into the densest part of the crowd, instantly dropping over a hundred people.
"Ah! Run!"
"He's killing people!"
"This is too terrifying!"
Seeing Zhou Han's overwhelming killing intent, the crowd descended into chaos.
"A bunch of trash. Let me show you real power."
With his speed advantage, Zhou Han moved like a god of slaughter, continuously harvesting lives. His expression was cold, without the slightest trace of pity in his eyes.
These players had no ability to resist—each of them was as weak as chicks, utterly fragile.
The area had now become like hell itself—filled with screams, cries, and total chaos.
"What? Impossible! How is he this strong?"
Chen Beixuan was completely stunned. This was one against a thousand!
Since when did Zhou Han become this powerful?
He had always thought himself exceptionally talented, but in front of Zhou Han, he was nothing but trash.
The other party could crush him with just one finger.
"Now it's your turn!"
After killing all those players, Zhou Han, radiating a fierce aura, looked toward Chen Beixuan.
"N-No, I…"
Meeting Zhou Han's cold gaze, Chen Beixuan's soul nearly left his body as terror filled his heart.
They had both just entered the Divine Demon Continent—why was the difference in strength so vast?
Unfortunately, Chen Beixuan would never have the chance to figure that out.
A streak of sword light flashed, directly splitting him into two.
From beginning to end, Zhou Han never even knew that this troublemaker was Chen Beixuan.
Just a clown—there was no need to know his name.
"Anyone else want my equipment?"
Zhou Han's calm gaze swept across the crowd.
Wherever his eyes passed, no one dared meet his gaze.
One by one, they lowered their heads, too frightened to even breathe loudly.
What, did they have a death wish?
Over a thousand people had been slaughtered in just a few minutes.
He was practically a god of killing!
This horrifying and shocking scene would be deeply engraved in their minds.
After waiting for a while with no response, Zhou Han found it rather boring.
"If no one else does, then get lost!"
Hearing this, the remaining crowd finally let out a sigh of relief.
They turned and ran, eager to leave this place of trouble.
Zhou Han felt a bit puzzled—why hadn't there been a notification about reaching level 10?
He checked his status panel. His experience had reached level 9 (99.2%).
Seeing this, Zhou Han was speechless—just a tiny bit short.
The Han sisters hadn't arrived yet.
While waiting, Zhou Han also began to check the silver-grade equipment he had obtained.
There were a total of five pieces.
Zhou Han examined them.
[Mithril Longsword], [Hongyu Helmet], [Jade Ring], [Amethyst Necklace], [Lingyun Helmet].
One weapon, two helmets, and two accessory items.
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