Is This Person Really a Player?

Virtually at the same moment, two messages were conveyed to Ye Feng and a thief who had just materialized within the icy blanket area.

-40, -40, -40, -40...

The system damage continued to stack, and the thief, whose invisibility was shattered by magic, was momentarily stunned by the damage numbers popping up. It took him until his health plummeted nearly 20% to realize what was happening, all within less than 2 seconds.

The thief hastily retreated from the center of the icy blanket towards the periphery, with the -40 numbers persistently surfacing above his head. Two mages in the distance spotted the anomaly and rushed over to heal the thief. Even with their assistance, a significant portion of his health was mercilessly stripped away during the retreat!

"It's terrifying!" The thief, Feng Zhishuo, even after reaching a safe zone, could not quell his racing heart. Such a fearsome mage existed! Had it not been for his two mage companions to restore him, he feared his HP would have dropped to zero before stepping off the icy blanket!

Moreover, the range of this Shattered Ice Path was incredibly vast!

"Han'er, Xiaoxue, how large is the range of your Shattered Ice Path?" The swordsman, clad in splendid armor, inquired with a furrowed brow.

The two mages were stunned for a few seconds before reacting. The girl with braids pursed her lips, "At most, a radius of over three meters. Is this person a mage?!"

"What do you think, Han'er?" The swordsman gazed at Ye Feng, who seemed to disregard their group of four. At this moment, Ye Feng had shifted his focus back to the golden skeleton, pouring down sanctified beams of light with an attitude as if it consumed no mana, inflicting remarkable damage numbers.

The girl with long hair was calmer than the braided girl but was clearly shaken as well: "A mage, a mage, can mages be this powerful too?"

"Is this person exploiting a system glitch or cheating!" The thief's life had gradually returned to full. Having suffered a great loss just now due to his habitual use of stealth to move beside Ye Feng upon seeing a mutated monster, he felt a hint of imbalance.

The swordsman shook his head: "The mainframe's Skywalk system cannot be stopped once activated; even the father of computing could not cheat here."

"A bug?" The thief turned his gaze to the swordsman, only to be met with a negative look.

In reality, both understood that such an abnormal attack—how could the Skywalk system produce such an abnormal glitch.

Ye Feng continued to unleash his magic wildly. He had already consumed the last bottle of Super Mana Potion. Barring any mishaps, the HP cap of the twice-mutated skeleton soldier was 20,000. In another dozen seconds or so, this terrifying creature would fall before him! As for the players before him, to Ye Feng in S-class status, they were nothing but ants. PK? How could ordinary players compete against a player in 300% status? S-class scrolls are not something everyone possesses!

The thief used an Insight skill on the golden skeleton: Twice Mutated Skeleton Soldier, Level 1, HP 20,000, Remaining 7,500, Other details unknown.

The thief's expression changed dramatically.

This priest was too monstrous! The chance of encountering a twice-mutated monster in the light was one in two billion. Out of two million people, only one might encounter a twice-mutated monster! Such an abnormal probability, and he had actually encountered it, and a creature with 20,000 HP had been whittled down to 7,500 by him!

However, the thief quickly realized something: the twice-mutated monster was actually Level 1! This gave him a strange thought: could it be that twice-mutated monsters are a distinct kind of creature from ordinary monsters?!

The girl with braids' gaze never left Ye Feng's figure. Her snow-white pretty face gradually showed a rosy glow, her long and lush eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pair of pink fists were clenched so tightly they turned pale: "This person hasn't reached Level 50 yet! The staff he holds is a Level 41 Blessed Staff! Sister Han, I must get to know this person, ask him how he trained to be so formidable!"

The long-haired girl was also intently watching every movement of Ye Feng, raising his staff, casting spells, and reassembling power. Each movement was so coherent, without any unnecessary delay, each movement was so concise, without any superfluousness. Someone could actually release magic so quickly!

"Xiao Xue, do you remember what the Night Angel said? We are the highest-level priests, but we are definitely not the best priests to play."

"Ding! Experience increased by 1! Your level has risen; you have reached Level 50." The pleasant system prompt caused Ye Feng to halt his spellcasting. Within the system's protection time for monster drops, he glanced at the stunned thief and gave a wry smile. The mutated monster had only given him 1 point of experience, which coincidentally promoted him from 99.99% to Level 50, a somewhat humorous coincidence. Ye Feng took a look at the four people not far away and did not pick up the items immediately. Instead, he cast a Raincoat of Chaos spell around the items again—a method preferred by players with low health points, all stealthy thieves would be revealed under the area spell's attack, an inevitable step to ensure safety when squatting to sort items.

"Scroll!" The thief, standing on the periphery, saw a long cylindrical object among the items, and his eyes immediately brightened.

Magic scrolls are one of the rarest items in the light, and the scrolls dropped by such a twice-mutated monster can be imagined to be extremely rare!

Even for such excellent players as the four of them, the number of scrolls in their bags would never be too abundant.

"Hang, do you know what that staff is? I've never seen one like it." The long-haired girl turned to the swordsman in the center and asked.

The swordsman in resplendent attire shook his head slightly; the world of light is boundless, and who could recognize all the items?

"The Staff of Nothingness, a High Holy Edict scroll, two Super Mana Potions, and a Ghostly Sphere." Ye Feng put the items one by one into his bag, looked back at the four people still standing and watching him, and turned coldly in the other direction.

"Friend, please wait a moment!" The leading swordsman called out to Ye Feng.

Usually, wherever they appeared, they were the absolute focus of the scene. In the game, there was always only others wanting to make friends with them, and there had never been a moment when they took the initiative to talk to others.

But now, the swordsman had the idea of talking to Ye Feng and getting acquainted if possible, even though the other party seemed to be just a small priest under Level 50 in terms of attire.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng passed through the dark night like a shadow, and the only thing that brushed against his agile body was the cool mountain wind that permeated the dark night of Long Mountain. His dark gray figure even left a few afterimages, a speed that any top thief would envy, like a fleeting moment, disappearing on the other side of the mountain.

"This speed..." The thief gasped: "Is this person a player or a hidden NPC?"