Chapter Thirty-Three: Encounter in an Enclosed Space

  In Zhang Feng's mind, he actually wanted to get rid of only one person - Yuan Tou.

  Memory of the source: The source is a level 30 rare monster.

  There are over a dozen rare monsters of level 25 around me, not counting that loyal heavy tank servant.

  If you directly attack the source yourself, the other side will directly shout out countless little brothers, making you directly advance into the monster sea tactics and die in frustration.

  So Zhang Feng didn't even dare think about going to find trouble at the source.

  The only thing he can rely on is his own advanced knowledge, making himself stronger!

  Although this knowledge is young and comes from the previous civilization.

  Geography is different, location is different, even the era is different. However, NPCs, monsters, and even some details of monsters are completely identical.

  Zhang Feng firmly believed that after the destruction of the previous civilization, everything returned to nothingness and humanity was reborn. The battlefield was also a new beginning.

  So, knowledge of green is very important.

  A piece of information spinning in Zhang Feng's mind was very important for him at this moment.

  The Biochemical Alien in the Fog of Luoye Avenue No. 3 Middle School has always been coveted by various gangs.

  Actually, Zhang Feng also misses that place deeply.

  In the fog, there are indeed many rare and elite monsters, and they are concentrated. It's a great place to hunt for treasure and level up.

  Unfortunately, it has been shrouded in fog all along, and its combat effectiveness is greatly restricted.

  Many people want to go but don't dare to go.

  The fog can actually be dispersed, and it only takes 500 biochips to synthesize a disperser at Aloyo's place.

  He can disperse tiny suspended particles within a radius of fifteen meters.

  In Qian's memory, the last civilization in this fog area appeared in a large business district. There was a person who unintentionally assembled 500 chips together and sold them to Arojo, and Arojo gave a hint.

  The price of the chip originally sold for 10 Earth coins to Aro has risen a bit.

  Many gangs are frantically scrambling for chips in order to clear the fog area as soon as possible.

  Zhang Feng thought this was an opportunity.

  The price of the chip was not what he valued; what he valued was something else - those cocoons that were incubating.

  The cocoon has no attack power and will also burst out some chips and equipment. However, its most valuable drop is a small chance to drop a virus fragment.

  Virus fragments drop in extremely small quantities and are sold at NPC locations for only one Earth Dollar.

  But - this worthless virus fragment can synthesize gene fragments that only drop from rare elites!

  Twenty viral fragments synthesize one gene fragment.

  The value of gene fragments is priceless in the eyes of warriors, and many people will even fight to the death for just one fragment.

  So Zhang is going to acquire the chip, make a driver and sell it. Then resell it, wait until many people clean up that nest, and then think of a way to recover the virus fragments.

  Zhang Feng went to Zhao Weiguo's place and withdrew 2 million Earth coins, then changed into casual clothes and appeared in the trading area of the camp.

  The trading area is not large, about a thousand square meters. Each small stall is just a piece of cloth laid on the ground, with their goods placed on top or a sign erected to indicate what they want to collect or sell.

  Due to the bayonet blocking the door, bored people like to try their luck here, and the trading area is more lively than before.

  Except for Zhang Feng's first visit to the camp, today is his second time here.

  He is no stranger here.

  Zhang Feng set up a sign in a corner that wasn't too out of the way: Fifteen Earth dollars to buy a chip, buying in bulk, until sold out.

  Just as Zhang Feng put up the sign, someone came over and asked, "Brother, didn't you write it wrong? You're selling it to merchants for just ten, but now you want fifteen earth coins each. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

  "That's right, fifteen earth dollars for a chip." Zhang Feng sat on a small stool pointing at the sign.

  "How much you collect, how much you get?" The newcomer still had some doubts.

  "En." Zhang Feng nodded.

  "Alright, you wait, don't cheat." The newcomer still had some doubts.

  The chip, up until now, except for some tasks that require a portion of it, has been mostly sold to Arroyo.

  The price is ten earth coins for one, and some task rewards are at most twelve or thirteen earth coins.

  Suddenly, a 15-coin acquisition offer emerged, which made people wonder if someone was really daring enough.

  But he didn't run out for long before coming back with six or seven people.

  "Is he collecting chips?"

  "How much is collected for how much?"

  Everyone couldn't believe it and tightly asked Zhang Feng.

  "I have three hundred here—"

  "I also have 220 of them."

  In an instant, six or seven people all took out their own chips and traded with Zhang Feng.

  Zhang was not afraid of the wind, and he quickly counted his money and collected the chips. He had inquired about the price beforehand.

  At 12 or 13 Earthcoins, it's impossible to attract too many people. He raised the price for buying in order to spread the news faster and speed up the acquisition.

  This harvest of kung fu has yielded more than 800 pieces, just enough to make a single disperser.

  But with a good start, someone's massive collection of chips quickly spread.

  Around Zhang Feng, there were circles and circles of people, each holding 200-300 chips waiting for a deal.

  Zhang Feng comes unafraid, collecting chips and counting money.

  "This guy is crazy, what's the point of collecting so many chips?"

  "Who knows? It's useless in our hands anyway, what's the point of keeping it?"

  "Damn it, this is that rich guy, I'm afraid he didn't spend 1.6 million Earth dollars on this?"

  “……”

  The 200,000 Earth coins in Zhang Feng's hands were used up in just one afternoon, and the number of people was also decreasing.

  Scattered, people holding on to a few dozen for sale.

  Zhang Feng counted and collected about 12,000 chips, which should be enough. Only then did he stand up and collect the sign.

  He didn't go straight to Arroyo, but instead gathered his thoughts and started wandering around the campsite. He had long since noticed that several people were following him from behind.

  Buying over 10,000 chips at once, anyone would suspect his purpose and of course want to follow him to see what he's up to.

  Zhang Feng sneered and wandered around the campsite before suddenly darting into the passageway leading to the second floor, quickly changing his equipment as he headed up.

  At this time, several people who were tracking him bumped into him, completely failing to recognize Zhang Feng, and the two parties brushed past each other.

  Zhang Feng shook off his pursuers and brought the chip to Arroyo, saying: "Mr. Arroyo, I have some chips for sale."

  As he spoke, Zhang Feng handed over the 500 chips to Arojo according to his memory.

  "Wow, so many chips." Arojo took the chips and exclaimed in surprise: "Warrior, you're really powerful, to be able to collect so many chips. If you're willing to synthesize them here with me, I can help you create a Dispeller that can dispel some of the mist that blocks your view, allowing you to expand your field of vision. Are you willing?"

  "Ah, that's great." Zhang Feng deliberately pretended to be surprised and happily said: "It just so happens that there is a fog-shrouded area on the battlefield that we have been unable to enter. If this disperser really works, then I can eliminate all the enemies in that place."

  "Haha, that's natural." Arroyo said: "Synthesis requires some materials, together with the synthesis fee, it's a total of 1,000 Earth coins."

  "No problem." Zhang Feng handed over a crystal coin to Arojo and said, "Thanks for the trouble, Mr. Arojo."

  "Wait a moment."

  Aro said that he would start the furnace and threw the chip in, then picked up a hammer and started pounding, constantly adding various materials to the furnace.

  First, from the furnace, each component is smelted and refined out.

  After a great deal of time and effort, Arroyo shut down the furnace and began assembling the numerous parts.

  Finally in Arroyo's hand was an egg-sized oval metal ball with a button on the top of the metal ball.

  A Luo handed the metal ball to Zhang Feng and said, "Take it with you. When you enter the fog area, open it up. Within a radius of 15 meters, all the fog will be dispersed."

  "Really thank you so much." Zhang Feng took over the metal ball and said, "I didn't expect the chip to have such a use. I still have a large number of chips here, can you help me make them all into this kind of disperser?"

  "No problem." Arroyo nodded and said, "Bring them all here."

  11,150 chips can still make 23 more.

  After Zhang Feng paid 23,000 Earth coins, Arojo asked Zhang Feng to come back tomorrow to pick up the goods.

  Zhang Feng and A Luo bid farewell, looked up at the sky, it was still a while before dark, he returned to his tent to rest.

  Kedrall was gone, so in that enclosed space, only the soul of the giant beast could threaten him.

  But going in wasn't so unlucky as to encounter that giant beast's soul?

  First complete Arroyo's task, and there may be follow-up waiting for him.

  Zhang Feng heard some news on his way to A Luo's place after waking up from a nap.

  The men with bayonets no longer block the door, one by one, with serious expressions, carrying their weapons, they go out of the camp in groups of three or five to practice.

  Zhang Feng was somewhat puzzled and said: "Could it be that the dagger's conscience has been discovered and is no longer arrogant?"

  He knew there that Blood Knife had guessed he got the treasure.

  A treasure that even a level 50 BOSS would want to reclaim is now in the hands of their greatest enemy, Qing Long. This has given Xue Dao an extreme sense of crisis.

  The Blood Blade didn't know what this treasure was, and even more so, it didn't know its effects or attributes.

  So, Blood Knife must become stronger in order to have a chance of crushing Qing Long.

  But before this, Blood Knife also understood that Stabbing Knife couldn't be too arrogant anymore.

  So, the bayonets were sheathed, and the people in the camp began to walk out of the camp one after another, without being pursued by the bayonets.

  But these have nothing to do with Zhang Feng.

  He entered the confined space after midnight twelve o'clock.

  No need to pick up black crystal without Kedala. The violent soul is even eleven levels, and it doesn't hurt Zhang Feng at all.

  After Zhang Feng put on the Warlock's Gauntlets, these violent souls could no longer harm him.

  Although the soul is even more frantic after going berserk, with stronger aggression, plus the protection of the magic shield, it's not difficult for Zhang Feng to take down.

  All the way down, for a piece of drawing paper, at least 7,000 people were killed, and in the end, not even a single hair was blown out.

  Anyway, Zhang Feng is not in a hurry.

  In this space, although it is impossible to hit equipment, the dense number of these souls exceeds that on the battlefield.

  The leveling speed here is more than three times that of the outside world, which can be considered a gain and a loss. The task of hunting demon people has been completed with the killing of over 7,500 monsters, and there are still over 2,000 to go before completion.

  Keep killing, Zhang Feng heard a long way off the sound of someone's scolding and fighting.

  "A woman's voice cried out: 'Stabbing Knife, must you fight here?'"

  "Haha, Long Xiaojie, what do you think? I didn't expect to run into you here. I think Wu Dazhong young master would be very happy to see you."

  "Right, Wu Shao has been thinking about you day and night. Now that we've met here where there are fewer people, should I let you go?"

  Zhang Feng listened clearly and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  It's really a narrow road for sworn enemies.

  Wu Dazhong's death was not reported to the third-level battlefield.

  As for who Long Dàjiě was, Zhang Feng didn't know. However, since she was an enemy of the Assassin's Blade, that made her at least a half-friend, and he couldn't just stand by without lending a hand.