Chapter 82: He Is a Spearman!

"Oh my god, could you stop telling cold jokes at such a tense moment?"

Ai Ge, equally burning with impatience, turned his head and loudly complained, but inadvertently spotted the stone wall not far away.

Hold on.

Four people, long spears, formation, few against many…

Since there's a claim that Meng Tian in some pesticide can double up against the wall, why can't we do the same?

He then whispered urgently.

"Hua, let's fall back and fight with our backs against the stone wall!"

Fu Le thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

"Exactly, we stick to the wall!"

With a plan, the four fought while retreating, pressing against the wall.

Temporarily free of rear worries, the four‑person team only had to guard one side, and the pressure dropped sharply.

Ma Yi, though looking unreliable, who wouldn't thrust straight forward following the command? Soon she gained basic combat ability.

Unfortunately, fighting from the wall is only a delaying tactic; the berserk goblins lack intelligence and don't know what a hard bone is or what to give up.

Moreover, they don't give players a chance to stabilize the situation and wait for rescue.

Amid a series of low growls, three unusually tall goblins appeared.

Even though this extra height is relative to other goblins, their rough skin, thick flesh, heavy iron weapons, and the four‑dimensional pressure closing on players still make them the strongest in the armory.

Their crimson eyes gleamed with ferocity, and the ends of their stout iron clubs were stained with fresh blood

—Berserk Goblin Warriors.

Ma Yi felt the muscles in her calves twitch, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then spoke.

"Um, actually I was also with a few water friends before."

"Facing goblin noobs... even if we gather many, can't we still be unable to beat or outrun them?"

"The result is because of this thing..."

Hearing that, Fu Le had already furrowed his brows, and the relaxed expression from the pleasant game turned sharp again.

He lightly clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with resolve.

"The developers couldn't set such a high‑difficulty stage on day one! Who exactly gathered these goblins?"

Ma Yi curled her mouth, breathing heavily several times in nervousness.

"No... I don't know, bro!"

But now isn't the time for reckoning; Ai Ge, while the goblins hadn't surged yet, glanced at the public screen.

"Everyone, there's still some good news."

He lifted his head and exhaled.

"A resurrected player said that, although theoretically you should drop a level, the experience already earned will be retained."

Fu Le's cloud of gloom cleared a bit, and in a flash he sensed opportunity again.

"Then this disaster isn't entirely a bad thing!"

He lifted his chin, indicating the densest goblin cluster.

"Now they're unusually dense; if we give it our all and snatch a few more before we die, we might achieve double the result with half the effort."

"Yeah, yeah!"

Wu Li excitedly tapped his shield with the back of his sword.

"Then I'll clear the way for everyone; shall we rush in and start slashing?"

"What what what!?"

Ma Yi couldn't keep up with the three for a moment, her eyes widening in shock.

"No, weren't we already prepared to wait for death? Why are we suddenly discussing a counter‑attack?"

"Haha, little brother Ma Yi, isn't there a saying… the bigger the storm, the pricier the fish?"

A doomed friend, a desperate charge—Fu Le hasn't felt such blood‑pumping excitement in many years.

He laughed heartily, unsure whether he was speaking to others or to himself.

"A bit of ruthless force when needed might even turn the tide!"

He gripped his long spear, aimed at the small green brat that had just shouted the loudest.

"Ready!"

"Go!"

"Start!"

The atmosphere had reached this point; Ma Yi also gritted her teeth and stamped her foot.

Ma Yi, Ma Yi, it's just a game, why are you still being cowardly?

Bring out the momentum of one person, one spear charging the A point back then!

"Do it, charge!"

But just as the few were about to launch a counter‑charge, the goblins that had been raging suddenly erupted into chaos.

All three goblin warriors abandoned their formation and rushed toward their own rear.

In an instant, screams and confusion scattered the once‑tight formation like a sealed iron bucket, leaving it riddled with holes.

Though we don't know what happened, it's absolutely advantageous for us!

Fu Le felt a surge of joy and was about to shout when a lynx let out a shriek.

"Everyone, strike while the enemy is in chaos; we shall achieve total victory!"

Then, without a word, he plunged into the goblin cluster, relying on his full armor, lifted his shield, and began smashing.

Such a fierce opening sent adrenaline soaring, boosting the already fervent morale of several people into another frenzied surge.

The frenzied goblins can overwhelm players simply by relying on numbers and momentum to crush them.

However, internal chaos had not yet subsided, and the numerical advantage was directly ignored by the fearless players; consequently, their formation fell into disarray.

Stay close together, watch out, stay close together!

Moreover, Fu Le didn't let excitement cloud his judgment, repeatedly stressing to stay together and restraining the four‑person team that might scatter at any moment.

Thus, even if they were amateurs, the players who barely managed to form a fist organized themselves into a siege‑breaking cone and charged at the goblins' formation.

And after piercing yet another enemy, Fu Le's keen ears caught a human voice.

He looked up and finally understood why the goblins' morale had fallen into chaos.

He heard a powerful shout, and saw another player gripping a long spear, but with a completely different bearing and momentum, darting left and right among the goblins.

His movements might not be as graceful and lively as those in martial‑arts films, but every gesture displayed consummate spear technique and form.

Either way, he was definitely a trained practitioner, a skilled spear‑wielder.

What's more, his opponents weren't martial‑arts masters but a troop of monkey‑like goblins.

When the two met, that was it.

His voice thundered like a clap of thunder, his fist striking the Southern Mountain Nursing Home;

His force was like splitting bamboo, his foot stomping the Northern Sea Kindergarten.

Don't even speak of ordinary frenzied goblins; even if three goblin warriors teamed up, they could only be led by the nose by him.

Moreover, a single careless move would leave another bloody wound on his body.

Furthermore, he had mastered the absolute essence of spear‑infantry tactics.

——Ambush!

Taking advantage of the goblins being busy strangling other players, he launched a surprise strike from their rear, pouring fire into their blind spot.

No wonder the frenzied goblins erupted in chaos, no wonder the frenzied goblin warriors retreated in panic.

Even a madman knows that a hidden stab from behind is far more terrifying than an exposed blade.

Precisely for this reason, three goblin warriors were driving the frenzied goblins forward, risking their lives to gradually shrink his maneuvering space.

Fu Le saw clearly that even if the spearman were strong, he was still just a newcomer player.

If no one else helped, he would eventually be strangled by the goblins.

He then looked around and let out a loud call.

"Everyone, our reinforcements have arrived—follow me and charge!"

Amid one responding shout after another, the excited four‑person team that had rushed into the fray surged straight toward the spearman.