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There were three to four people crouching on each side of the exit, their weapons already drawn.

As soon as Lin Feng took his first step out of the crack, the person closest to him on the left swung his sword at him.

The blade sliced ​​down his left shoulder, heading straight for his collarbone.

A martial artist of the first rank, their sword strikes are incredibly fast.

But in Lin Feng's eyes, this strike was ridiculously slow.

He stepped to the side, and the other person's blade grazed the hem of his clothes, cutting through nothing.

Lin Feng flipped his right hand, and the long sword slashed upwards from bottom to top.

puff.

From the hip bone to the shoulder, a single, continuous cut.

The man looked down at the diagonal wound on his chest, opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word, and his body split open from the middle, falling to both sides.

Blood splattered three meters away.

[Steel of the Blade: 77/500]

The remaining six people were stunned for a second.

That's enough for now.

Lin Feng stepped over the first corpse and charged forward, naturally unleashing the starting stance of "Broken Mountain Slash" in his hands.

The blade moved with heavy force, carrying a sense of downward pressure.

A second person drew his knife to block.

when!

His knife was severed along with his hand; half of his arm flew out, spun twice, and then crashed onto the rock with a thud.

The man screamed, but before the sound faded, Lin Feng's second slash came across the room.

The head rolled away.

[Steel of the Blade: 78/500]

"Attack together! Don't fight one-on-one!"

The leader finally realized what was happening and shouted.

The five people spread out and approached from five directions simultaneously.

Two blocked the front, two flanked the sides, and one jumped down from the upper rock face to launch a sneak attack.

Lin Feng stood still.

The moment all five knives were within attack range, he stomped his foot hard.

The ground exploded.

Gravel flew everywhere, and the dust that rose up blocked everyone's view.

In the smoke and dust, only three muffled thuds could be heard.

boom! boom! boom!

When the dust settled, three corpses lay on the ground.

One was cleaved from the shoulder to the waist, another had his own broken knife stuck in his throat, and yet another had his head twisted 180 degrees, facing his back.

The remaining two people stood there, their knife tips trembling violently.

"You... what the hell are you, monster?" the leader's voice stammered.

Lin Feng emerged from the smoke and dust, his body splattered with blood, yet his expression remained remarkably calm.

He flicked the blood off the knife.

[Steel of the Blade: 81/500]

The number of floors is still increasing.

"Did Zhao Tianxiong send you?"

The leader gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The younger martial artist next to him couldn't take it anymore, his legs buckled and he knelt on the ground.

"Brother, please spare my life! I only took three thousand yuan from Lieutenant Zhao as a running errand fee, I didn't do anything..."

The leader's face turned ashen: "Shut the fuck up!"

Lin Feng didn't look at the one who knelt down, but stared at the leader.

"I'm asking you a question."

The leader gripped his knife tightly, adopting a posture of fighting to the death.

"I've been in the North for six years, and I've never had to kneel before anyone!"

He roared and exploded out of the air.

This strike was more ferocious than anyone before, with blood and energy poured to their limit, and a faint red light appeared on the blade.

A martial artist at the peak of their skill, unleashing a full-force attack.

Lin Feng stood still.

He only drew his sword when the blade was still half a foot away from his nose.

The two knives clashed together.

There was no clash of titans as I had imagined.

The leader's alloy sword broke in two.

Lin Feng's blade continued its momentum, slicing diagonally into his right shoulder.

puff--

The leader froze on the spot, looking down at the long sword piercing through his chest.

A large mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

"Six years..." He spat out a mouthful of blood, "and still haven't made it..."

Lin Feng drew his sword.

The body fell forward, hitting the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

The last young martial artist kneeling on the ground had a large wet patch on his crotch.

Lin Feng walked over and looked down at him.

"What other backup plans has Zhao Tianxiong arranged?"

The young martial artist was trembling so badly that he could barely speak.

"No...nothing else, just...just the seven of us. Lieutenant Zhao said that if you come out of the crevice, you won't be allowed to return to camp alive."

How many of his own men are there in the camp?

"I'm not entirely sure, but those people in the logistics department all belong to him, at least twenty or thirty of them."

Where is the evidence that he resold supplies?

"In his office, there was a hidden compartment in the third drawer of his desk, and the key was hanging around his neck."

The young martial artist spilled out everything he knew, speaking at breakneck speed, as if afraid he would lose his life if he spoke too slowly.

Lin Feng nodded after listening.

Thanks.

A hint of relief at surviving a disaster had just appeared on the young martial artist's face.

A flash of light appeared.

Another head fell to the ground.

The number of layers in the Blade Steel was fixed at 83.

This is the scene that Wang Tie and Li Ming saw when they crawled out of the crack.

Seven corpses lay scattered haphazardly around the entrance to the crevice.

The blood on the ground pooled into small puddles, gleaming dark red in the sunlight.

Lin Feng squatted by the stream, washing his knife at a leisurely pace.

Li Ming immediately vomited.

Wang Tie swallowed hard and went over to look at the body.

"Seven martial artists, all dead?"

"Um."

Are you alone?

"Um."

Wang Tie opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a second word for a long time.

He spent more than two years in the North and saw all sorts of ruthless people.

But to be able to turn the tables and kill all seven martial artists in less than three minutes while they were surrounded is a first for him.

Lin Feng finished washing the knife and stood up.

"On the way back, clean the blood off your body."

He paused.

"Nothing happened when we arrived at the camp."

Wang Tie and Li Ming nodded in unison.

The three packed their things and headed towards the camp.

No one spoke on the road; only the sound of footsteps on the gravel could be heard.

As they approached the campsite, Lin Feng suddenly stopped.

"Old Wang."

"Um?"

"How much do you know about Zhao Tianxiong's men in the camp?"

Wang Tie thought for a moment: "I roughly recognize those people in the logistics department, but he has also planted a few confidants in the operations department. I need to find out exactly who they are."

"Give me a list before tonight."

Wang Tie stared at Lin Feng's retreating figure for two seconds in silence.

"What are you planning to do?"

Lin Feng did not turn around.

"Zhao Tianxiong wants me to die in the crack, then I'll show him what kind of mess the person who comes out of the crack can make of his lair."

Wang Tie chuckled and quickened his pace to catch up.

The three climbed over the city wall and returned to their camp.

The cafeteria has just opened for lunch.

Chen Lie was sitting at the door eating a steamed bun when he saw three people walking over, and he stopped eating the bun in his mouth.

He stared at Lin Feng for several seconds.

"You're back?"

"I'm back."

"And the other two? Liu Gang and Zhou Yuan."

"He didn't come back."

Chen Lie chewed two bites of the steamed bun and swallowed it.

"How did he die?"

"Strange beasts."

Chen Lie glanced at him a couple more times, but didn't ask any further questions.

In the North, death is all too common. Every day, people go into the rift and never come back; a couple more or a couple less, nobody cares.

"Is the mission complete?"

Lin Feng took out a rock fragment from his bag, which still had dark red mineral traces on it.

"An abnormal fluctuation source was found in the third layer of the F-class crack, which has been eliminated. This is the sample."

Chen Lie took the fragments and examined them.

"Remnants of an E-rank alien beast's lair?"

He suddenly raised his head.

"You encountered an E-rank rift within an F-rank rift?"

"I encountered it."

"Did you take them down?"

"Got it."

Chen Lie dropped the steamed bun in his hand to the ground without even noticing.

He stood up, circled around Lin Feng, and looked him up and down for a long time.

"You fucking bastard."

Chen Lie could only manage to utter four words in the end.

"Let's go eat."

The three of them entered the cafeteria and found a corner to sit down.

Raymond Lam ate three bowls of rice and four plates of braised pork.

"Brother, your appetite is terrifying." Li Ming watched from the side, his heart pounding.

"My body was severely depleted after the breakthrough, so I need to make up for it."

Lin Feng put down his bowl and wiped his mouth.

At the entrance of the cafeteria, a small, thin figure swayed briefly before retreating back inside.

It was Chen Mo, Zhao Tianxiong's henchman.

Lin Feng noticed it, but didn't pay it any mind.

What's meant to come will come.

He wanted to see what Zhao Tianxiong's expression would be after he learned that all seven martial artists had been wiped out.

After finishing his meal and returning to the barracks, Wang Tie was already waiting for him with a piece of paper.

There were twelve names written on the paper.

"There are twelve in the logistics department and four in the operations department. These people are usually closest to Zhao Tianxiong, and ten of them are martial artists."

Lin Feng took the paper, glanced at it, folded it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Go to Zhao Tianxiong's office tonight."

Wang Tie was taken aback: "You're going to steal evidence?"

"It wasn't stealing."

Lin Feng lay back on the bed and placed the knife next to his pillow.

"It was robbery."