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The two martial arts masters, both at the peak of their cultivation, almost got into a fight inside the bunker, but in the end, Han Qingshan backed down.

The groups were rearranged. Old Zhao, a seventh-dan martial artist, stayed with Han Qingshan, while Old Ma was moved to Shen Yunfei's group.

Lin Feng was assigned to Han Qingshan's group.

"Follow me through the main passage," Han Qingshan said casually, his tone flat.

Lin Feng nodded without asking why.

The more exotic beasts there are in the main passage, the more martial arts points there are.

He couldn't have gotten what he wanted.

That night, the nine men rested in the bunker for the night.

Before dawn the next day, Han Qingshan woke everyone up.

"Set off."

The nine people walked north along the wilderness for nearly three hours until the crack came into view.

It's more than twice the size of the crack that Raymond Lam visited last time.

The crack stretched nearly fifty meters across the ground, its depths unfathomable, with purple light emanating from below.

"Two groups will split up and proceed separately." Han Qingshan stood at the entrance of the crevice and checked the communication equipment one last time.

"If you encounter a Martial Master-level beast, do not linger in battle. Immediately use a signal flare to call for backup. The coordinates of the rendezvous point on the third level have been entered into the communicator. Please keep an eye on them."

Shen Yunfei led four people and turned left along the side passage.

Han Qingshan led Lin Feng, Lao Zhao, and another martial artist named Sun Liang, a fifth-level martial artist, down the main passage.

The four people entered the crevice.

The light quickly settling in, and the air became humid and hot.

Han Qingshan walked at the front, Lao Zhao brought up the rear, and Lin Feng and Sun Liang were sandwiched in the middle.

Before they had gone fifty meters, the first wave of strange beasts appeared.

Six Shadow Spiders, Rank E, each two sizes larger than a human, with eight legs covered in barbs, and the silk they spit out is highly corrosive.

Han Qingshan didn't move an inch.

Old Zhao took two steps forward, slashing each of them with a knife, finishing them off with six cuts.

Clean and efficient, without any dragging or fuss.

A seventh-level martial artist's strength can easily crush a low-level E-rank alien beast, as if cutting vegetables.

[Assist teammates in defeating the enemy and gain 60 Martial Arts Points]

"Hmm? That works too!"

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. Although it was much less than the points he would get from a solo kill, it was still a freebie that he could get without lifting a finger. It was awesome!

Lin Feng followed behind, secretly memorizing Old Zhao's knife-wielding style.

This person's swordsmanship is on the aggressive and powerful side, but his turning is a bit slow, belonging to the style of wide and sweeping movements.

Keep going.

The deeper you go, the higher the density of strange beasts becomes.

Frost Crystal Scorpion, Ironclad Centipede, Bloodclaw Giant Lizard... all sorts of E-level alien beasts emerged from rock crevices, caves, and ceilings, and a battle broke out almost every thirty to fifty meters.

Old Zhao and Sun Liang took on most of the fighting.

Han Qingshan did not make a move throughout the entire process, but only observed from the back.

Lin Feng volunteered to take on several waves of stray beasts that had escaped the net.

Once the Mountain Splitter is unleashed, even E-level alien beasts cannot withstand it.

The feel of the blade cutting into the scales is so smooth it's addictive; every swing is enhanced by spirit runes, maximizing the armor-piercing effect.

[Defeat 1 E-rank Beasts: Frost Crystal Scorpions, gain 50 Martial Arts Points]

[Steel of the Blade: 90/500]

[Defeat 1 E-rank monsters: Armored Centipede, gain 50 Martial Arts Points]

[Steel of the Blade: 91/500]

Sun Liang watched in stunned silence.

"What's the deal with that knife of yours? You pierced the armor of an E-rank beast with a single strike?"

"I was lucky, I found it."

"Found it? You're fucking incredibly lucky!"

Old Zhao glanced back, said nothing, but tightened his grip on the knife.

He noticed that Lin Feng's strikes were extremely precise each time, almost never requiring a second strike.

This level of precision is not what a second-stage martial artist should have.

When the team advanced to the second level, the strength of the monsters clearly increased significantly.

Three Iron-Spine Pythons were coiled in the center of the passage, their size twice that of those in the F-level rift.

Old Zhao took two steps forward, about to make a move.

Han Qingshan suddenly patted Lin Feng on the shoulder.

"You go."

Lin Feng glanced at him.

"All three together?"

"Um."

Old Zhao frowned: "Brother Han, this kid is only at the second level of martial arts..."

"Let him go." Han Qingshan interrupted Lao Zhao, leaned against the rock wall, and crossed his arms.

Without wasting words, Lin Feng drew his sword and walked forward.

The three Iron-Spined Pythons simultaneously raised their bodies, hissing and flicking their tongues, their auras locking onto Lin Feng.

The one on the left moved first.

The python's tail swept across, bringing with it a whooshing gust of wind.

Lin Feng ducked down, and the python's tail brushed past his head, causing gravel to fall down with a clatter.

He kicked off with his feet, leaping to the side of the python's body and slicing through the scales with a cleaving motion.

puff!

A wound half a foot deep gushed out dark red blood.

The python, in pain, twisted its body to try and coil around him.

Lin Feng didn't engage with it. He used one foot to step on the python's body and jumped away, landing right in front of the second python's head.

The opening stance of "Broken Mountain Slash" unfolds in mid-air.

The blade sank downwards, and the whole person fell down with it, all the force pressing on the tip of the blade.

The second python raised its head as if to spray poison mist.

late.

The mountain cleaved down from directly above, piercing the python's brain and pinning it to the ground.

The python twitched twice and then went limp.

A third python attacked from behind, opening its blood-red mouth to bite.

Lin Feng gripped the knife handle embedded in the ground with his right hand, twisted his body to the side, and the python's mouth snapped shut in the spot where he had just been standing, biting into a mouthful of gravel.

He seized the opportunity to draw his sword and swung it backhand.

The blade sliced ​​from the python's jaw to its throat, leaving a half-meter-long gash.

The python screamed and retreated, and Lin Feng chased after it, delivering two more blows.

The first python was still bleeding and struggling when he turned back and stabbed it in the eye.

Less than a minute before and after.

All three Iron-Spined Pythons were killed.

[Defeat E-rank Beast: Iron-Spined Python x3, gain 150 Martial Arts Points]

[Steel of the Blade: 94/500]

Sun Liang couldn't close his mouth.

"Sixty seconds? Three E-class tanks?"

Old Zhao's expression became very complicated.

He's a seventh-level martial artist. He could definitely fight three Iron-Spined Pythons, but could he finish them off in sixty seconds? No way.

Han Qingshan straightened up from the wall and walked to Lin Feng.

"Your practical combat skills far exceed your current level of expertise."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I'm not trying to flatter you." Han Qingshan glanced at the python's corpse on the ground. "There's a move in your swordsmanship where you slash downwards with a force that pulls you into the ground. What martial art is that?"

"I figured it out myself."

Han Qingshan stared at him for three seconds, then didn't ask any further questions.

"Let's go, we're almost at the third floor."

The four continued their advance.

When they reached the transition zone between the second and third floors, Lin Feng noticed something unusual.

The ground beneath my feet began to soften, carrying a faint warmth.

It's almost exactly the same as the situation on the third level of the F-class rift last time.

But this is a Class D crack.

"Vice Captain Han." Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"

"The ground temperature is wrong."

Han Qingshan squatted down, placed his palms on the ground, and stood up two seconds later.

His expression changed.

"This is not geothermal activity generated by normal E-level alien beasts."

Old Zhao also sensed it, and frowned as he looked around.

"The temperature on the third floor shouldn't be this high. The registration data states a constant temperature of 18 degrees Celsius, but it's currently at least 35 degrees Celsius or higher."

Sun Liang squatted down next to it, poked the slime with a dagger, sniffed it, and immediately jerked away.

"I recognize this smell; it's exactly the same as the nest of the mutated rock-armored beasts we encountered last time."

Han Qingshan was silent for a few seconds, then picked up the communicator.

"Shen Yunfei, you've heard the reply."

After a buzzing sound of electricity, Shen Yunfei's voice came through.

"receive."

Is the ground temperature normal where you are?

There was a two-second silence on the communicator.

"This is abnormal. The second level of the side passage is starting to heat up, and the rock walls are seeping liquid."

Han Qingshan and Lin Feng exchanged a glance.

Both channels heat up simultaneously.

"What do you think?" Han Qingshan asked Lin Feng.

Lin Feng squatted down, picked up a little bit of the sticky liquid, and rubbed it.

Scalding hot.

"I encountered a similar situation last time in an F-class rift."

"What's going on?"

"nest."

Han Qingshan placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.

"The reason for this sudden change in the crack may not be natural expansion." Lin Feng stood up and shook off the slime.

"There's something that stretched it out from inside."

Before he finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook.

Everyone drew their swords at the same time.

The vibrations were coming up from underground, at a very low frequency, one after another, getting closer and closer.

The feeling was like something huge was moving beneath the soil.

Heading in their direction.

Shen Yunfei's voice suddenly burst from the communicator.

"Han Qingshan! The side passage has collapsed! A large monster has emerged from underground!"