Chapter 4: The Battle of Humans and Chickens

The gentleman with two tufts of mustache glanced at Tang Hua and commanded authoritatively, "Sit down"

The village chief, with great flair and decisiveness, waved his hand and cruelly responded to each player whose eyes sparkled with excitement

As for the blacksmith, there are no tasks, but they do sell swords... However, they are not flying swords; they are peach wood swords. Not only is the name impressive, but the price is also quite reasonable: only 1 tael of gold.

Where is the rolling pin?" Tang Hua asked again after failing to find it.

Time stood still. More than thirty pure gazes fell upon Tang Hua, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. This is not a private residence; this is a private school.

"Damn it, where hasn't been looted yet?" Tang Hua looked around and suddenly his eyes lit up; in the center of the village, there was a large thatched hut that no one had entered. Wow! There might be a kitchen knife. With this thought, Tang Hua shifted to gear 5 and rushed down the hillside, hurrying towards the hut.

In an instant, people awakened to the situation and rushed into the village to loot weapons. Naturally, Tang Hua, who witnessed the tragedy, was not to be outdone; he charged into a private residence and asked the panicked NPC woman villager, "Where is the lid?"

But just as the words were spoken, the chickens and the *illustrated* books sprang up in anger, and about thirty fighting cocks instantly overwhelmed the man with lightning speed. A flash of white light, and the flock dispersed, leaving only the silent wooden spatula lying on the ground as proof: this was once the most intense battle between humans and chickens in human history

The key point is that these chickens can launch a group attack. It is not the kind where one attacks a group, but rather a situation where a group attacks one. As soon as Tang Hua arrived in front of the flock, more than ten chickens immediately took off from the back row, attacking from the upper, middle, and lower fronts, and a second wave of attack was already prepared. If it weren't for Tang Hua's keen eyesight, quick thinking, and strong physique, he would likely have perished in the sea of chickens.

Goods sold are not subject to the three guarantees. However... Uncle Blacksmith gently said: "I also have a business for recycling old weapons."

"Look at mine." As he spoke, a man rushed out of the safe zone, and a cross-eyed chicken leaped up, heading straight for the man's eyes. The brave man remained calm and shouted, "Demon, receive the spell... Sorry, it's a demon, receive the shovel." He pulled out a wooden shovel over three feet long and swept it out in a sweeping motion. The cross-eyed chicken was struck, letting out a miserable cry as it fell into the pile of chickens, clearly severely injured, its fate hanging by a thread. The brave man remained calm and shouted again, "Demon, receive the spell... Sorry, it's a demon, receive the shovel." He pulled out a wooden shovel over three feet long and swept it out in a sweeping motion. The cross-eyed chicken was struck, letting out a miserable cry as it fell into the pile of chickens, clearly severely injured, its fate hanging by a thread.

Tang Hua obediently sat down in the empty corner. If one were to ask whom Tang Hua feared the most, it would certainly not be his mother, but rather his teachers. In an era where teachers regard students as mere weeds and students view teachers as rogues, why does Tang Hua fear his teachers? This is because he had a true teacher during his elementary school years... a teacher who has since passed away... This, combined with the traditional values of his family over several generations, makes Tang Hua somewhat different from others; he respects his teachers. Even when faced with a rogue teacher, he is still willing to show respect... Perhaps it is because Tang Hua is certain that the teacher worked tirelessly for their sake...

Tang Hua took a few deep breaths, indicating that he too was still shaken.

People silently bid farewell to the heroes in the safe zone

Upon hearing this, the young master turned pale and stumbled out with a peach wood sword in hand. From this, it is evident how lacking in compassion everyone was, as they all pulled the young master, who was in a state of utter despair, and asked, "Buddy, what happened?"

"It was taken by robbers," the woman replied timidly

This scene seems very familiar. Tang shook his head and walked towards the second destination where he could obtain the flying sword.

Tang Hua felt a sense of balance within her, realizing that there were others who were slower than herself, even though she was a woman. Standing atop the high ridge, Tang Hua observed the tragedy unfolding in the village, with thousands of players coming in and out of the houses, resembling a swarm of industrious ants in search of food

It turns out that the chicken is not an ordinary chicken, but a fighting chicken. Indeed, it is the most ferocious fighting chicken from the Ruixi breed in Juancheng, Heze, Shandong Province, China. This rooster has well-developed pectoral muscles, a long neck, tall legs, and an upright tail, presenting a handsome and majestic physique, characterized by a fighting spirit that refuses to yield, preferring death over surrender.

The young master shook his head and replied: "It can be held in hand to strike, but the system prompts that it cannot be equipped due to the lack of spiritual energy"

This sword

Oh... everyone understood that the equipment bar could only equip items with spiritual energy. After realizing this, everyone scattered like birds, leaving the young master alone in the wind, lamenting: "I spent one million just to buy such a piece of junk"

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept around Tang Hua, and a sister rushed into the house, shouting: "Where is the pot lid?"

A robust male player tightly clings to the private tutor's thigh, pleading desperately, "Sir, this is acceptable."

But we don't have a weapons equipment slot? Everyone is still fixated on this issue with the young master

From this perspective, the game is indeed very unfair and inhumane. Not a single task is available for the more than three hundred villagers in the entire village. As Tang Hua walked along, he was met with a chorus of lamentations.

Within the safe zone, a guy, still feeling apprehensive, patted Tang Hua on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up, exclaiming: "Impressive, you went out and came back alone after taking down fifty of them."

Indeed, apart from tasks, who should we approach for equipment? Of course, we should seek out monsters. We cannot take on the BOSS, but the little chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs are manageable. Shh, haven't you heard that there are often people farming for divine artifacts from little chickens in the novice village?

But a chicken is ultimately just a chicken; how can it compete with a human

The gentleman gazed into the distance and said in a low voice, "This truly does not exist"

Brothers and sisters... grab your weapons and fight them. A towering man stood on a rock, shouting passionately... Oh, I got it wrong; it was a lecherous old man shouting.

Ada! Tang Hua bravely charged towards the flock of chickens, swinging his fists, but soon he shouted, "Mom!" and hurriedly fled back.

As everyone else retreated in disarray, a young gentleman gritted his teeth and slammed a couple of gold coins onto the blacksmith's table. Amidst the envious gazes of all, the young gentleman held a peach wood sword and began to cry. He sorrowfully asked the blacksmith, "Uncle, can I return this?"

Fortunately, this young master is also a sincere person, responding with tears and snot: "This is a weapon, not a flying sword"

Tang Hua lowered his head and charged forward, causing people to collide with one another, and dogs to bump into each other. Upon reaching the thatched cottage, he did not stop his steps and directly barged in, shouting loudly: "Two sets of pot lids and rolling pins, first come..."

I can't believe it, these people are really quick to act. Tang Hua walked out of the residential house with a sense of helplessness

was robbed by bandits

... ...

Who should the villagers of the new village, numbering over one hundred households, approach for the flying sword quest? The answer is clear: first, the blacksmith; second, the village chief. Of course, if you seek the apothecary for weapons, they do have a guillotine, but the key issue is that a guillotine may not be able to fly. Moreover, even if it could fly, not many would be willing to attract such attention. Imagine someone standing on a guillotine soaring freely in the sky; if they are not careful, snap! Their big toe is gone. After a flight, they would be left with bare feet, and this is particularly true for those with tough skin and thick flesh. Imagine someone standing on a guillotine soaring freely in the sky; if they are not careful, snap! Their big toe is gone. After a flight, they would be left with bare feet, and this is particularly true for those with tough skin and thick flesh.

One or two taels of silver