With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 645 If you want to fight, then fight.

But now, not only have they gained nothing, they also face the risk of being wiped out.

One of Ash's henchmen stepped forward; he was an assassin, lean and wielding a short knife in each hand.

He glanced at the Iron Banner Guild members, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"You ran pretty fast." The assassin's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear. "You ran all the way from the valley to here, covering almost two kilometers in ten minutes. With that kind of stamina, it's a shame you're not participating in a marathon."

Some members of the Iron Banner Guild gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white, but they remained silent.

The assassin continued, "Alright, enough nonsense. Hand over all the Mist Spirits you have, and I'll give you a quick death."

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, we'll be quick, you won't feel any pain."

Among the Iron Flag Guild members, Li Rui was the first to lose his temper.

He took a step forward, pointing his spear at the assassin, his voice laced with anger: "You're dreaming! If you want to fight, then fight! Even if you can't win, I'll take you all down with me!"

Li Rui's face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The spear in his hand trembled slightly—not from fear, but from anger.

They had worked so hard to defeat the guards, finally bringing them to low health, only to have these three-eyed people steal their spoils.

Now they want them to hand over the Spirit of the Mist?

Handing it over means death, not handing it over also means death.

Then let's fight.

At least he died a quick and painless death.

The assassin paused for a moment, then laughed.

He turned his head, looked at the ashes behind him, and shrugged: "Captain, did you hear that? He said he's going to replace a few of us."

Ash didn't speak, but simply raised his chin slightly, signaling him to continue.

The assassin turned back to look at Li Rui, his smile slowly fading.

"You think you can take us down? Thirty level 37 guys, trying to replace twenty level 45 guys? What a pipe dream." His voice turned cold.

The three-eyed players behind him chuckled softly.

It's not mockery, but rather a feeling of absurdity—like a three-year-old telling a boxing champion, "I'm going to beat you," that kind of ridiculous overestimation of one's abilities.

Li Rui's face turned even redder. He wanted to rush forward again, but his teammates pulled him back.

"Don't be impulsive," a teammate whispered. "The guild leader hasn't given the order yet."

Li Rui gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently, but he didn't move forward any further.

Gao Qing stood at the front of the group, shield held horizontally in front of him, sword resting on the shield.

He looked at the three-eyed tribe team opposite him, quickly calculating in his mind.

There were twenty people, all of them were damage-dealing classes like assassins, warriors, and hunters; there were no healers.

This shows that the opponent didn't take them seriously at all—they didn't even bring any healing items; it was a pure stomp.

But Gao Qing noticed a problem.

Back in the valley, Chen Feng had said the other side had "at least thirty people." But now, only twenty are standing before them.

What about the other ten people?

Two possibilities: either they stayed behind to fight the mid-level guard, or they flanked from the side.

If it's the latter, then they are already surrounded.

Gao Qing took a deep breath and spoke in the team channel, his voice very low, so that only the guild members could hear him.

"Everyone, listen up! Form ranks and prepare for battle!"

His voice was calm, without panic or anger, just like when he was giving orders in a dungeon.

The members of the Iron Flag Guild simultaneously adjusted their positions.

The tank took a half step forward, its shield resting against its shoulder, forming a tighter shield wall.

The damage dealer takes a half step back, gathering their weapon's power.

The healer stands at the very back, with their finger on the skill button.

Gao Qing continued, "There are only twenty people on the other side, and they have no healers. We'll run as many people as we can."

He paused, then said, "Chen Feng, send a message about the situation here to the world channel. Tell nearby players that the Three-Eyed Clan is nearby, and tell them to run!"

"Understood." Chen Feng immediately opened the world channel, quickly entered the coordinates and enemy situation, and then sent it.

The message has been sent.

As for whether anyone will watch it, whether anyone will believe it, and whether anyone will run away after believing it—that's not something Gao Qing can control.

That's all he can do.

"Tank, you stay with me and carry the load." Gao Qing took a deep breath. "The rest of you, run when you see a chance. Don't look back, don't hesitate, every person who can escape is a winner."

"President—" Li Rui's voice came from the team channel, filled with resentment.

"Execute the order," Gao Qing interrupted him.

There was a moment of silence.

"……yes."

Gao Qing raised his sword.

The sword tip pointed to the sky, its blade gleaming dimly in the mist.

Then he swung his sword forward.

"Rush!"

Gao Qing was the first to rush out.

Shield in front, sword behind.

His steps were heavy and powerful, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Ten tanks followed behind him, their shields forming a moving iron wall as they rammed into the Three-Eyed Clan's ranks.

This is the Iron Flag Guild's signature tactic—the Iron Torrent.

All tanks charged simultaneously, forming an unstoppable line of attack with their shields and bodies, tearing apart the enemy's formation.

The damage dealers and healers in the back row follow behind the tanks, looking for opportunities to kill them amidst the chaos.

They've used this tactic countless times in dungeons and guild wars.

They've never made a mistake.

But this time, it's different.

Ash watched as the eleven tanks charged toward him, his eyes remaining completely unmoved.

He didn't even move.

When Gao Qing's shield was less than five meters away from him, Ash turned his head slightly and said something to the twenty people behind him.

"Let's do it."

The figure of Ash vanished.

It's not flashing, it's not invisibility, it's pure speed.

The assassin's core skill is [Swift Step].

To increase movement speed to the extreme, so fast that it cannot be detected by the naked eye.

While moving at high speed, assassins can penetrate enemy lines and directly target the back row.

Ash's talent is the S-tier [Lethal Tempo] – each successful hit on an enemy increases attack speed by 5% for 10 seconds, stacking up to 10 times. At full stacks, it grants an additional 50% critical hit damage bonus.

This talent seems unremarkable, but Ash has used it to its fullest potential.

He doesn't pursue the highest possible damage per hit, but rather the frequency of attacks.

Once he stacks ten layers, his attack speed is so fast that he can unleash seven or eight strikes per second, each strike carrying a critical hit, each strike fatal.

Ash had already breached Gao Qing's defenses before Gao Qing's shield could strike.

His target is the back row.

The healers from the Iron Banner Guild were standing at the very back, ready to heal the tanks in the front.

Then they saw a dark shadow flash past them.

It was so fast it felt like an illusion.

Before I could even react to the first treatment, a gash appeared on my throat.