High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

"Chen Feng!!"

Upon hearing this voice, Chen Feng, clad in demonic armor, slowly turned around.

The Darkborn wore a carbon fiber mask, and his narrow eyes were an extremely deep black, devoid of any emotion, only the indifference of someone who had just committed a massacre.

The aura emanating from him was like a peerless, deadly blade drawn from its sheath, causing the entire surrounding area to dim considerably.

"Is it you?"

Chen Feng remembered.

This Darkborn is the same Celestial Darkborn who was hunting him down in the Avatar lair.

If Karendius Ember hadn't been waiting for him in the underground space, Chen Feng might have perished there.

"If that demon hadn't stopped me, you would have died there," Darkborn Sect Seal said coldly, his Shadow Halberd pointing diagonally at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng smiled, resting his hands on the Starshine Blade, and said calmly, "Things are different now, Sect Seal."

The next moment, the shadow energy on the Darkborn Sect Seal surged, and the figure that charged towards Chen Feng was like a shadow cavalry with its black flag fluttering, and the shadow halberd in its hand faintly exuded a heavy gray killing intent.

As Zong Yin hurtled towards them.

The runes on Chen Feng's Diamond Demon-Slaying Armor suddenly lit up with a silvery-white luster, and the Starshine Blade of Destruction slashed out diagonally from bottom to top.

The blade and the halberd hilt clashed violently, and the silvery starlight and gray shadows exploded together!

A visible shockwave swept outwards from the two of them, instantly cracking the hard, barren soil beneath their feet for tens of meters.

Chen Feng's gaze froze.

Not right.

In that head-on clash, Chen Feng clearly sensed the fluctuations of shadow energy within his opponent's body.

Just in terms of combatant rank, Zong Yin is clearly half a level below him, at most at the mid-stage of the Heaven Rank. Moreover, Chen Feng also has the support of divine artifacts such as the Demon-Slaying Armor and the Spirit Blade.

His actual combat strength has already reached the mid-stage of the Heavenly Rank.

However, Zong Yin's halberd strike was extremely cunning and ruthless in its power, angle, and precision.

Whether it was the momentum of the charge, the twisting of the waist and abdomen, or even the hidden force of the halberd's tremor, everything was calculated perfectly, and the difference in rank between the two sides was made up for by combat skills.

Before Chen Feng could finish his thought, Zong Yin had already attacked again.

Zong Yin's halberd unleashed dozens of illusory yet real flashes of cold light within a mere inches, its tip slicing through the throat, heart, and side of the armor—the halberd moving so fast that only afterimages remained!

Chen Feng immediately calmed himself down and unleashed a series of silver-white arcs of light from the Starshine Blade in his hands.

The moment the silvery-white arc of light unfolded, it collided with the oncoming black halberd shadow.

Ding ding ding!!

Ding ding ding!!

Ding ding ding!!

The next moment, Chen Feng's wrist tightened, and the Blade of Destruction flipped upwards along his ribs. The silver-white blade precisely struck the tip of a halberd. In the instant sparks flew, the blade slid diagonally down the halberd shaft, slicing straight down the knuckles of Zong Yin's hand holding the halberd.

Zong Yin loosened his grip slightly, withdrew his halberd by half an inch, and then used the end of the halberd to strike Chen Feng's temple.

Just as both sides were about to suffer heavy losses, they simultaneously retreated rapidly.

In the first round of competition, the two only exchanged a few brief blows, yet both possessed exceptional talent and understood each other's true strength.

At this moment, Chen Feng was also a little surprised.

Chen Feng didn't get to where he is today out of thin air.

Before the fall of the Blue Star plane, Chen Feng was a soldier commander guarding the border defense line, rising from the lowest private to the leader of an army.

The skills of close combat, the control of force, the prediction of moves, and the intuition of the enemy's next move are all honed through countless brushes with death, and have long been engraved in the bones and nerve reflexes.

Logically speaking, this combat intuition honed from being immersed in piles of corpses should be top-tier among those of the same level.

However, in the brief exchange of a dozen or so rounds with Zong Yin, Zong Yin was not at all at a disadvantage.

Every move has been eliminated, eliminating all unnecessary actions; every change of move is timed to the most critical gap.

It's as if they were born knowing how to take their opponent's life with the least amount of effort.

[Energy fluctuations and bone age aura don't lie. Zong Yin's age is definitely young, at most a hundred years old, possibly decades younger than me. This is hardly the level a young Darkborn should have.]

"The sect seal? Interesting." Chen Feng said in a low voice, his eyes gradually darkening.

"The remnants of the Great Xia are not without their tricks up their sleeves." Zong Yin's voice came through the mask, hoarse and cold, "But your experience can't save you."

"Want to come again?" Chen Feng sneered.

"snort..."

......

Just as their auras locked onto each other and their energy surged to the critical point.

Three dark purple, eerie-patterned fireworks suddenly bloomed on the horizon at the edge of the wasteland, standing out starkly against the dim sky.

The sharpness of the halberd in Zong Yin's hand suddenly hardened.

His narrow, dark eyes glanced only at the column of smoke before the surging shadowy aura around him receded like a tide and was completely absorbed into his body.

The murderous intent that had been stretched to its limit subsided.

"You're lucky to be alive today." Zong Yin's voice remained cold and hard.

With a flick of his wrist, the ten-foot-long Shadow Halberd transformed into a black mist that wrapped around his left arm. His gaze, hidden beneath the carbon fiber mask, swept over Chen Feng one last time, his eyes showing no resentment, only the indifference of a hunter temporarily sheathing his blade.

"Next time we meet, I will take your head."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow beneath Zong Yin's feet suddenly lengthened and surged, as if a living tide of ink had lifted his body. He then streaked backward like a black lightning bolt, quickly disappearing into the distance along with several other Darkborn.

After a few leaps and bounds across the undulating wasteland hills, the figure left behind only a faint, almost invisible black afterimage, as if the person had never appeared at all.

Chen Feng stood still, slowly lowering the Blade of Destruction in his hand.

Watching the Darkin retreat.

The God of War and the soldiers of the 7th Special Operations Battalion were all somewhat taken aback, clearly feeling that the battle had ended too suddenly.

Just then, another powerful Desolate-Rank expert who had been lurking in the shadows approached Zhang Ce and said with a hint of regret, "Is this an emergency recall? Does the Darkborn have other plans here?"

"I'm not sure, but that wasn't their best opportunity," Zhang Ce nodded and said.

"It seems the road ahead will be even more turbulent than anticipated."

Zhang Ce smiled calmly: "It's alright, we're always ready to oblige."