Chapter 972: Time to exchange talents!

After touring Storm City, Xiao Feng went to War City for a run, retook War City, and chatted a while with Maid No. 3.

The territory war still had a long time left; after several hours of intense fighting, many were exhausted, so they temporarily withdrew from the high-conflict zone and returned to the guild's base to rest.

Guilds without a base could only head to the wilderness to find a place to relax, or simply go offline.

Xiao Feng continued to wander around, capturing cities to farm points.

The Demolition Team's players found that the guild points had been solo‑farmed by the president, so they gave up capturing cities and instead helped several unions of the alliance attack cities, letting them take them.

Originally, the Demolition Team's members were transferred from the Three Gods, Dragon Soul, and Conquest guilds; although more than half a year of game time has passed, the team's sense of belonging now surpasses that of their former guilds, but they are still happy to go back and help their old brothers.

Teammate Old Zhang and the others also followed the Demolition Team's main force, running around to farm kills and boost their rankings.

Xiao Feng kept a close eye on changes in their rankings.

Among the five, Mang Mei had the most stable ranking, staying in the top ten on the kill leaderboard; although she couldn't break into the top three, being in the top ten out of over thirty billion players was already extremely impressive.

Zhang Fan's kill count was far behind Mang Mei's due to his skill range limitation, making even a top‑100 finish a stretch.

The whole region had too many people—so many experts that no one knows how many possess transcendent mythic talent.

Compared to that, they, merely having decent equipment, seemed far more ordinary; without the guild's strong collective power securing basic survival, they might not even make the top 100.

Li Li's healing output also ranked in the top 100; although his heal amount was already exaggerated, it still fell short compared to those with aberrant talent or priests with extraordinarily wide healing ranges.

Xing Yun Miao didn't break the top 1000 on either the kill or healing charts; she is a highly mobile player who can't reach top tier in any aspect, yet she can still contribute well to the team, though making the leaderboard is very difficult for her.

Dun Dun's damage taken stayed steady in the top 20; because she is so tanky, the damage she receives when hit is slightly low, preventing her damage‑taken numbers from rising.

Otherwise, with her HP, only Xiao Feng could compete with her for first place.

Seeing his teammates' results, Xiao Feng felt rather conflicted.

If viewed from an ordinary person's perspective, these companions from common backgrounds managing to reach the top 100 or top 1,000 among 30 billion players on 72 planets is already extraordinarily outstanding, bordering on miraculous!

But after chatting with Chen Jie this time, Xiao Feng realized this was still far from enough!

Such strength is still insufficient to team up with him and challenge other top‑tier player teams in the myriad worlds.

Think of the terrifying existence of the dozen or so Ultra‑Dimensional Mecha soldiers who possess eighth‑rank talent—if they all gathered, who could stand against them?

In the Blue Star No. 1 War Zone there are at least five players as strong as Shen Chuo, and other worlds may well have many beings like Cong Cong.

Old Zhang and the others are still vastly inferior to those universe‑level top experts!

The other experts in the region are the same—Sword Slays the Heavens, Wu La, Traversing Starry Sky, and the like are merely top players of the area; viewed across the universe they amount to nothing.

This territory war can yield some very nice rewards, enough to cultivate a top player.

But that's still not enough!

To cope with the upcoming all‑server event, everyone must become stronger!

The Heavenly Tower can exchange for talent elixirs; previously he had his teammates save points and avoid blindly exchanging for low‑rank talent.

Now it seems we should help them clear as many floors as possible—aim for the 500th floor—and then exchange for fourth‑rank talent pearls!

If each person equips a fourth‑rank talent, their strength will surely surge; even if they can't become the universe's absolute top player, at least they can assist him and play a role in the "All‑Server Event".

And we need…… nineteen of such people!

Just thinking about that number gives Xiao Feng a headache.

He kept farming occupation points in the game for over a day, pushing the Demolition Team's guild score to over 3500, several times higher than second place.

Once the advantage stabilized, Xiao Feng temporarily quit the game and logged off to rest.

Repeating the same thing for forty straight hours would tire anyone, and he was no exception.

Farming points feels great, but constantly running back and forth, rolling in the crowd, noisy and chaotic, really affects one's mood.

Anyway, the guild ranking is stable; as long as we go back later and farm a bit to hold the edge, that's fine.

What truly matters is still the final day's showdown!

……

In the real world it is now evening, not yet mealtime.

Xiao Feng woke up by the poolside, bathed in the lingering glow of the setting sun; the technique from the Book of Origins was still operating in his subconscious.

After three days of energy replenishment and nourishment in the real world, his physique has markedly improved; now a clenched fist can shatter rocks, and a single punch can snap a tree as thick as a bowl's rim!

If another assassin were to attack the Xiao residence, even without relying on willpower, his physical fitness alone could hold them off for a while.

Xiao Feng rose, put on his clothes, and went back inside.

Su Ni was preparing dinner ingredients; seeing him finally log off, she hurriedly asked, "Boss, are you hungry? Want some soup first?"

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of spare‑rib corn soup, making one's appetite stir just from smelling it.

"Sure, a bowl please." Xiao Feng, who was also a bit hungry, nodded happily.

Su Ni immediately served him a bowl.

Just then, slow footsteps came from upstairs; one could tell at once it was Mang Mei.

Worried she might fall, Xiao Feng hurried out of the dining room to support her.

Today Mang Mei wore denim hot pants; looking up from the bottom of the stairs, her legs were all white, long and straight, making it hard to look away.

"Is… it Xiao Feng big brother or Su Ni big sister?" Mang Mei, hearing the movement, slowed her steps and asked.

Dun Dun and Xing Yun Miao were still in the game and hadn't come out; only Xiao Feng and Su Ni would be moving around the house.

"It's me." Xiao Feng went upstairs and helped her down.

"Thanks, but… I can actually walk on my own." Mang Mei said, though she didn't push him away, and came to the living room at a leisurely pace.

This visually impaired girl exuded a faint maiden fragrance, habitually lowering her head and using her ears to sense the world.

Xiao Feng supported her cool arm, admiring her graceful, well‑proportioned curves, and couldn't help lamenting how cruel heaven was to have taken the sight of such a beautiful girl.

"Would you like something to drink or eat?" Xiao Feng asked her.

Mang Mei replied, "Just water is fine; I need to jump back into the game right away to keep fighting, otherwise my ranking will be overtaken."

Hearing that, Xiao Feng simply brought her into the dining room and said, "Since that's the case, let's just eat dinner now; otherwise we'll get hungry later. The battle results aren't urgent—everyone needs to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, after all."

"Mm, good." Mang Mei nodded slightly, without refusing, obediently being helped by him to come to the side of the dining table and sit down.

Xiao Feng was worried it would be inconvenient for her to eat, and he happened to be idle, so he simply picked up the bowl and chopsticks and spoon, saying: "Let me feed you; I've never taken care of anyone else in my life, let me practice!"

"Ah, no need... I can do it myself." Mang Mei's face flushed slightly, a bit unnatural.

If it were someone else wanting to help, she would definitely say her willpower is now strong, she can sense everything around her, it doesn't affect her movement, no need for help.

But the person saying this was Xiao Feng, which made her somewhat reluctant to refuse.

"It's fine, anyway I'm also resting, come, open your mouth, ah~hmm, so obedient!"

Xiao Feng, like coaxing a child, had her open her mouth and sent a small spoonful of warm rib soup.

Su Ni was still cooking in the nearby kitchen; seeing this scene, she couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.