Chapter 813: Night Falls, Points Ranking List

The Central Plains Camp!
As night descended, the camp regained its order, with troops on high alert. Most of those out on missions returned to the rear at the sound of the gong.
“Not bad today, right?”
“…”
“I fought all day and only managed 70 points.”
“Damn, you guys still managed to earn points. I just wandered around outside the camp all day, facing disadvantages everywhere, with battles erupting in all directions… Finally, I encountered a few isolated enemies, but they were lured there by those gangs. I didn’t earn a single point in a whole day.”
“It’s good you didn’t die. The Mongol cavalry are incredibly strong. You have no idea—tens of thousands of our troops tried to stop them with infantry, but… they were simply scattered and pierced by just a few thousand cavalry. We couldn’t hold back at all. A single arrowstorm killed hundreds… Tsk tsk, luckily I realized the situation was bad and hid. Otherwise, I’d have ended up like them…”
“Huh? How many died?”
“Among those tasked with stopping the cavalry, at least 5,000 died in our area alone!”
“…”
“Good thing I was smart enough to choose a logistics task from the start—protecting the supplies.”
“Me too. After wandering around for a while, I went to the archer camp to shoot arrows. In the end, I still managed 50 points.” Behind the Central Plains Camp, millions of players packed together over tens of miles, like a massive beast coiled at its back.
Yet, it was a boiling beast.
All sorts of discussions continued nonstop since nightfall:
“On the first day’s mission, I heard several Mongol cavalry units suffered no losses, while our infantry and cavalry lost quite a bit.”
“Yeah, among hundreds of millions of people, few earned points fairly on the battlefield. It was the cowards back there who got some points.”
“That’s so unfair!”
…”
“A lot of people died today. I heard many fled.”
“There’s nothing we can do. The Mongol cavalry are far stronger than those we’ve encountered in the martial world. They truly are border troops who fight constantly—true soldiers of Kublai Khan.”
“At least dying on the battlefield doesn’t affect your status; it just resets your points…”
“Bullshit! Otherwise, I’d have left too.”
…”
“Let’s count the casualties from today.”

“Everyone should already be aware of the data on the Mongol cavalry. We need to improve our tactics tomorrow. When they charge, never confront them head-on—don’t even risk your life… When they scatter into smaller groups, our troops should take advantage to disrupt their formation, kill their horses, and gradually encircle them.”
“We must boost our scores tomorrow!”
…
A chilly breeze swept across the grasslands under the night sky, reducing the noise in this once bustling area.
Not far from the main camp, members of the Mu Family, Yipin Hall, and Xiyi Gate—three top gangs—gathered near the eight logistics camps. They formed a circle, setting up barriers and claiming their territories, surrounding the camps from three directions.
Other gangs didn’t dare get too close, and other players also took detours, wisely avoiding to cause trouble—this was probably the tacit recognition and respect shown by the martial arts masters of the Central Plains toward these three top gangs.
Near the main camp where tasks were announced, a group of powerful individuals with luxurious equipment and distinct personalities gathered…
“Silver Fox.”
“Mengyun…”
“Everyone’s here.”
“You must be the ‘Playboy’ on the Celebrity List… I’ve long heard of you.”
“Oh, it’s ‘Snowflakes Falling’ from the 47th place on the Dragon List. My apologies.”
There were few weak martial artists among the crowd; everyone seemed familiar with each other, and they quickly started chatting:
“How was your harvest today?”
“Just barely—about two hundred points.”
“Bro, are you here to check the score rankings too?”
“Mm-hm. But there are so many people…”
“That woman wearing red lipstick and a red robe—she looks really beautiful. I’ve never seen her before…”
“Really beautiful? Which one? Uh! Shh… Don’t let him hear you. That’s Lu Mingyue, the head of the Cold Moon Palace. She’s third in the score rankings this time.”
“Eep…”
The so-called “Playboy” broke into cold sweat, his body trembling as goosebumps covered him.
“Stop looking over there. He might have heard us.”
“…”
“Most people who come to the main camp’s ranking board are powerful individuals checking their scores—celebrities or masters from the Dragon and Phoenix Lists. Look… that’s Hongchen, who defeated Jian Piao. Tsk tsk… It seems the Mu Family and Xiyi Gate are very close, even pushing Yipin Hall to the side.”

Mufu’s top fighters such as Leizhan, Yinfu, Mo Mo, Xiao Bei, and Fengwu Caiyi stood together with Hongchen, Mo Feng, Lin Xiao, and their group, occupying one side of the ranking list. The space around them was clearly spacious and highly visible. Although the people from Yipintang stood on the other side, there were fewer of them, and they seemed less imposing. Even if Huangsha, Mengyun, Xueyi, Zhou Yu, Xie Lang, and others showed up, they still paled in comparison to the top fighters from these two elite gangs… After all! These people were already so dominant without Happy even showing up—so where could Happy be now? “Why aren’t there any people from Lingxiao Palace this time?” “Nonsense.” “Lingxiao Palace suffered heavy losses this time. I heard that the heir to the Six Veins Divine Sword, ‘Haotian,’ and the heir to the Nine Swords of Dugu, ‘Li Qing,’ both died more than twice. Mufu hasn’t decided to stop fighting yet, and the people from Xifeng Tower are eyeing Lingxiao Palace’s territory, eager to take over the remaining cities along the eastern coast. It’s strange that Lingxiao Palace’s people dare to participate in this mission.” “By the way, I haven’t seen the ranking list yet. I wonder what the situation is now…” “That’s simple. Go take a look and you’ll know.” “Uh…” “What’s wrong?” “Forget it. There are so many big shots over there. What if one of them is attracted to my looks and asks me to join? Should I say yes or no?” The Flower-Picking Gentleman swallowed hard, hesitating. Xuehuā Feiluò was speechless! “Brother Xuehuā, you must have seen it. Why don’t you give me a brief overview?” “Well…” Xuehuā Feiluò glanced around hesitantly and lowered his voice. “I heard that all three elite gangs suffered significant losses today and didn’t earn many points. Right now, the one with the most points is Huangsha—over 4,300 points. Second is Yinfu, with nearly 4,000 points. Third is Lu Mingyue, with points close to Yinfu’s. The rest are mostly from Mufu, Xiayi Men, and Yipintang.” “Over 4,000 points? That means killing more than 400 Mongol cavalry in a day?” The Flower-Picking Gentleman looked shocked. As a top fighter himself, he could only earn less than 300 points in a day… “That’s the strength of the elite gang leaders. For those of us who fight in teams or alone, we can barely earn 300–400 points a day. But I guess once fighting resumes after dawn, the competition will get even fiercer.”