"Physical dispute resolution? What do you mean?" This strange term left everyone a bit puzzled.

"Since verbal resolution isn't working, I'll just have to kill all of you, and that will stop the argument," Zhang Menglong said calmly.

The Elf Race loves peace the most; they detest war. Zhang Menglong's words completely shattered their worldview.

What kind of bizarre logic is this? Isn't your purpose for mediating to ensure everyone gets along without any disputes or conflicts?

If people don't listen to your mediation and want to continue fighting, you decide to kill them?

Though the fight is stopped, this sounds very absurd!

And let's not talk about whether it's reasonable or not; Zhang Menglong is merely one person plus a cosmic beast, while the other party consists of 16 Level Five peak treasure hunters. Who exactly is killing whom?

"Hahaha, looks like a madman has come!"

"Kill us? If your beast were at Level Five peak, maybe we'd be slightly afraid. You're merely a Level Five elementary life form relying on a Level Six martial weapon. Do you think you can pose any threat to so many of us alone?"

"Now we've changed our minds. Hand over your martial weapon too, or you'll die along with these old, weak, and disabled elves!"

"Sigh, why are people so confident nowadays?" Zhang Menglong shook his head, sighing like a wise old man, "Confidence is good, but overconfidence easily gets crushed."

"Don't underestimate him; this guy faces so many of us with such calmness. It's not an act," one person felt Zhang Menglong's demeanor was bizarre; that kind of strong confidence isn't faked.

"Lodin, you're way too cautious. Although none of us are on the Summit Ranking, you're ranked among the top 100,000. He fighting 16 of us? Does he think he's from the Ritian Sect?"

"Eh?" Zhang Menglong looked surprised, "How did you know? I wasn't wearing a cape, and you recognized me?"

"What?"

Instantly, the 16 people became petrified.

Under their gaze, Zhang Menglong pulled out a white cape representing the Ritian Sect, "Sigh, I wanted to keep a low profile, but you all recognized me!"

"Done... done..."

The 16 people suddenly felt like they couldn't breathe.

In this Treasure Hunting Space, not everyone is necessarily competing; if they encounter a similarly skilled person or team without any profit-driven motive, most won't face intense confrontations. More often, they exchange intel and information.

During this period, they've encountered hundreds of teams, learning quite a bit from them.

But most of it revolves around the Ritian Sect; since this Treasure Hunting Space opened, they've become the focus of all civilizations.

Apart from the stronghold they recently experienced themselves, tales about Ritian Sect members circulate within the Treasure Hunting Space, each stronger and more outrageous than the last.

One self-proclaimed Liu brother rides a cosmic beast named Fat Snake; allegedly, he always smokes something called a cigarette and inserts the lit end into his mouth. Meanwhile, he holds a bottle of ash water, sipping it when thirsty—a true oddball.

Another, a skinny guy named Lu Benwei, is as slim as a monkey, constantly emitting ear-piercing shrieks.

The two form an inseparable duo, wandering about.

They are utterly shameless, never assaulting treasure hunters outright but choosing an alternative method. Upon encountering prey, they start fighting each other.

One shouts, "Lu Benwei, you scoundrel," while the other curses, "Dead fatso," and they argue nonstop for half an hour.

Other treasure hunters, curious, gather around to watch.

But that's their intention!

Whenever they start fighting, it's a celestial squabble with mortal victims. Their strength is akin to human-shaped cosmic beasts; the aftermath of each battle injures or kills a large group, allowing them to loot them.

That's when the treasure hunters realize they've been duped.

There's another Ritian Sect member called Theft Guevara; he dislikes fighting but anywhere he passes, people find everything gone except their bank balance and clothing, especially fancying tech and electronics, even stealing some people's AI.

Here, losing one's AI is fatal!

Others seen in the sect all possess unique skills, like a self-proclaimed time management master who seemingly has countless clones; one moment hunting cosmic beasts, the next in another spot robbing, suspected of mastering several advanced space laws.

Such figures are numerous; so far, no Ritian Sect member has been easy to deal with.

Now they know the youth before them is from the Ritian Sect, and their legs begin to tremble.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to fight? Go ahead!" Zhang Menglong watched gleefully, "Why stopped fighting?"

"Er... You're right, sir. Put down the sword, become enlightened; we're peace-loving people, and after your words, we've completely understood."

"Yes, I just reflected on it. We're truly at fault. We shouldn't do things so shamelessly; we have hands and feet, should strive for the treasures ourselves."

"We'll leave now, immediately!"

Though they haven't seen Zhang Menglong's true power, they know once they do, this treasure quest ends.

"Hold on, did I say you could leave?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "I told you to continue fighting; are you disrespecting me, or looking down on me?"

The two groups of treasure hunters almost burst into tears; you told us not to fight earlier, but now you want us to fight. What do you want?

"I won't make it difficult," Zhang Menglong said, "You chased them, drove them into this state; apologize, offer something to show sincerity; that's fair, right?"

"Fair, very fair!"

"Cough, cough!" Zhang Menglong cleared his throat, shamelessly speaking, "Those things and money, give them to me first. I'll keep them on their behalf, check if your sincerity is enough; if not, you know what happens."

At this moment, if they still didn't understand, they truly were idiots.

This Ritian Sect person wasn't here to mediate; he came with an excuse to rob. Such a refined excuse, such noble motives—they almost believed it!

But since they've fallen into the trap, what choice have they?

They directly handed over all the treasures they collected and transferred all money in their Cosmic Bank accounts to Zhang Menglong.

They knew the Ritian Sect's "Three Strikes" policy; rather than get beaten and cleaned out, best to hand everything over right away.

"Tai Yi sir, we've shown our sincerity; can we leave now?" one group asked cautiously.

"Go on, go," Zhang Menglong, busy counting his loot, didn't care about them, "Our Ritian Sect is reasonable; if men don't offend us, we don't offend them. You've realized your mistakes and offered compensation; if not letting you leave, wouldn't that make us robbers? We have morals!"