"Clang!"
The familiar sound of metal clashing echoed in his ears once more, and Gu Lan couldn't help but instinctively look towards that agile figure moving across the battlefield.
In a crowd of players scrambling and fleeing in desperation, only the area around him stood firm, like a mountain.
It was not just that he could fend off the attacks launched by the ordinary orcs, he even had the spare capacity to help block the attacks directed at other nearby players.
Although he was just one person, he played a role on the battlefield that could match the combined efforts of four or five others.
"Puchi!" The longsword, bolstered by Spiritual Energy, pierced through the chest of an orc in front of him. Gu Lan lifted his right leg and kicked the orc's body away to withdraw his blade, then spun around to evade another orc's hammer, all the while not forgetting to survey the situation elsewhere—
Amongst the players, only he and Dai Lian could consistently inflict damage on the orcs.