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Wang Tie's smile froze on his face, and Li Ming was also stunned.

"Leave? Where to?" Wang Tie grabbed Lin Feng's arm. "You just got promoted to sergeant major. You can do whatever you want on the Seventh Line of Defense without anyone daring to mess with you. Leaving now?"

"Transfer order." Lin Feng handed over the paper.

Wang Tie took it and huddled together with Li Ming to look at it.

"The sixth line of defense," Wang Tie said aloud, then gasped. "That place is much more dangerous than here. D-level rifts erupt all year round, and several martial artists have died there."

Li Ming, standing to the side, was so anxious his face turned red: "Brother Lin, you're a martial artist! Going there is just suicide! Can you talk to Deputy Battalion Commander Zhao and tell him not to go?"

"Sending people to their deaths?" Lin Feng chuckled, snatching the order from Wang Tie's hand. "To me, that place is paradise."

More mythical beasts mean more martial arts points and a faster leveling-up speed.

Wang Tie remained silent, observing Lin Feng's nonchalant demeanor.

He knew that someone like Lin Feng couldn't be kept.

The Seventh Line of Defense, this small pond, was too shallow for him.

"Alright then." Wang Tie sighed and patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard. "Be careful when you get there. Don't fucking think you can just barge in because you're good at fighting. The Sixth Line of Defense is a deep minefield."

He paused, then pulled a crumpled cloth bag from his pocket and stuffed it into Lin Feng's hand.

"Here are some magic cores I've saved up, and two bottles of healing potions. Take them. Things are more expensive in the Sixth Defense Line than here, so don't end up not being able to afford medicine."

Lin Feng squeezed the cloth bag and did not refuse.

Thanks.

"Thanks my ass." Wang Tie rolled his eyes. "When you become a martial arts master, just remember to come back and lend your brother a hand."

Li Ming also took out his share of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Lin Feng's hand: "Brother Lin, here's mine too."

Lin Feng pushed him back.

"Keep your money for yourself. Focus on your cultivation and don't let anyone bully you."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the barracks to start packing his things.

There wasn't much to pack; it was the same luggage I had when I arrived: a Mountain-Splitting Sword and that D-grade magic core.

The next morning, Lin Feng, carrying a wooden box containing knives, said goodbye to Wang Tie and Li Ming at the camp gate.

Chen Lie also arrived, his one arm crossed over his chest, still with that expressionless look.

"The commander of the sixth line of defense is Li Zhenguo. He's a veteran with a fiery temper, but he's a good person. Once you get there, don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble either."

Chen Lie paused, then took out a small metal tag from his pocket and tossed it to Lin Feng.

"This is my soldier's badge. If I encounter any trouble that I can't handle, I can take this to Li Zhenguo, and he'll give me face."

Lin Feng took the soldier's badge, which had the character "烈" (fierce) engraved on it and was warm to the touch.

"Thanks, instructor."

"Get lost."

Lin Feng nodded, turned around, and strode away.

Wang Tie shouted from behind, "Lin Feng! Come back for a drink sometime!"

Lin Feng didn't turn around, he just waved his hand behind him.

......

The sixth line of defense.

It was almost twice the size of the Seventh Line of Defense, with higher walls and more sophisticated weaponry.

Lin Feng was stopped by two guards as soon as he arrived at the door.

After verifying the transfer order and identification tag, one of the guards became noticeably more respectful.

"You must be Sergeant Lin Feng? We've already received the notification, please come with me."

The guards led Lin Feng through the camp and to a standalone office building.

"Officer Zhang is waiting for you inside."

Lin Feng pushed open the door and entered. A young man wearing glasses immediately stood up, his face full of enthusiastic smiles.

"Sergeant Lin! I've heard so much about you, please have a seat!"

Officer Zhang served tea and water, being extremely attentive.

"My name is Zhang Qian, and I'm in charge of receiving newly transferred officers. I've heard about your feat—a martial artist single-handedly killing a D-level mutant—that's unprecedented in the entire Northern Territory! Our brothers on the Sixth Defense Line are all eagerly awaiting your arrival!"

Lin Feng took a sip of water, interrupting his flattery.

Tell me about the cracks near the sixth line of defense.

Zhang Qian was taken aback, not expecting this young sergeant to be so direct, skipping even the polite formalities.

He quickly pulled a map from the filing cabinet and spread it on the table.

"Within the jurisdiction of our Sixth Line of Defense, there are a total of twenty-three fissures. Twelve of them are directly under the military's control, nine are privately contracted, and two are undeveloped wild fissures."

He pointed to a spot on the map with his finger.

"Unlike the Seventh Defense Line, the cracks on our side are generally a level higher. The cracks directly under the military are all at least level E, with four being level D and two level C. The level C cracks are personally guarded by Commander Li Zhenguo."

"The privately contracted rifts, except for one C-level rift, are all E and D-level, controlled by several large martial arts organizations and the provincial capital martial arts association."

Zhang Qian's mouth was dry from talking. When he looked up, he saw Lin Feng staring intently at a point on the map.

"Sergeant Lin, look, this is the dormitory arranged for you. It's a private house with its own courtyard, and the environment here is the best..."

"Where is the nearest crack?" Lin Feng interrupted the other person, looking up.

"Huh?" Zhang Qian was stunned again. "The nearest one is an E-level rift, about 15 kilometers west of the camp."

"Okay, I understand."

Lin Feng stood up, folded the map, put it in his pocket, and turned to leave.

"Hey? Sergeant Lin, we haven't checked your dorm yet, and your luggage..."

"No."

Lin Feng didn't turn his head; his voice drifted in from outside the door.

Zhang Qian stood there, holding the dormitory key in his hand.

They're leaving already?

The new official takes office, but instead of visiting his direct supervisor, greeting his colleagues, or even checking his dormitory, he goes straight to the crack?

What kind of approach is this?

He watched Lin Feng's figure disappear through the doorway, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

broken!

He forgot to tell Lin Feng that it was a privately contracted crack, and that it would cost money to go in!

And the price is higher than usual!

Zhang Qian chased after Lin Feng to the door, but Lin Feng's figure had already disappeared around the corner of the camp.