At the same time, on the ground plaza, battles broke out everywhere. Most were between players and indigenous people, while a small portion involved indigenous people or players dealing with statue monsters, as these creatures didn't care about your identity and would relentlessly shoot purple light from their eyes.
The player from Xia Country, a short-haired, sunglasses-wearing, trench coat-clad gunman, was facing a second wave of trouble. The source of the trouble was somewhat familiar—a muscular young boy he'd encountered at a big trading town. This very young psychic clearly remembered him as a former opponent and rushed over as soon as he saw him. Although he wasn't as wild and unrestrained as Kuang Feng, he was definitely overconfident.
"Damn! This guy is my nemesis!"
